.i talk to life while. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
death stands behind, trying to
get my attention
.your heart. in Free Verse More Like This
not to beat
.you are a walking. in Free Verse More Like This
coffin; there are sentences
buried alive inside you, all the
things you could not say
and they will fester there
like maggots, eat you from
the inside out
.when i look back at. in Free Verse More Like This
the past, she looks
right back at me
she points at the
future, glint in her eye
.death has a way. in Free Verse More Like This
of assuring you
that he is your
he's the only
one that will
stay with you
reach the end
I Don't Want To SeeSometimes I close my eyesI Don't Want To See in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And pretend i'm blind.
Though I can't see
I try to continue
On down the path
That I once believed was right
And though I know
That I have strayed from the path
That I have been swayed and moved off course
I will not open my eyes
Because I am blind
At least I wish I was.
I keep walking
And even though I can still hear
The sounds of the pain
And the damage
I might be bringing to others
Or the danger I'm slowly walking towards
But I keep going
I don't open my eyes
And I walk directly off that cliff
Though I don't see the fall.
Because I'm blind
Or at least I wish I was
Because I don't want to see.
Il CavaliereLa Guerra è finita, il sangue che doveva essere versato è stato versato, gli ideali che dovevano essere difesi sono stati difesi. I giorni in cui è giusto uccidere sono terminati di nuovo, con la resa di questa mattina. Il cavaliere guarda la spada arrugginita e si perde nei suoi riflessi opachi pensando a ciò per cui si combatte: amore, sogni, patria, vendetta, dovere. Le trattative di pace si svolgono col sorriso sulle labbra, con le lacrime di gioia e con il primo respiro di un nuovo inizio. I superstiti iniziano a ricostruire le città le cui macerie sono illuminate dalla luce della speranza, poiché prima c’era un conflitto e ora non c’è più, prima c’era morte e ora non c’è più, prima c’era sangue e ora non c’è più. Il popolo, i soldati, i leader, i ricchi, i poveri, i colti, gli zotici: tutti festeggiano… eppure hanno ucciso.Il Cavaliere in Philosophical More Like This
Il veterano ha una moglie e due
Verba 2 (Mausoleo)Ticchettio dopo ticchettio la grande torre dell’orologio scandisce coi suoi battiti roboanti la camminata lenta di Kadas, battito dopo battito anche il suo cuore si unisce al rumore e genera una risonante sincronia amplificata dall’eco della città gelida. L’umidità pesante evapora sopra la pavimentazione del largo viale e lascia dietro di se un’aura paralizzante che accoglie Kadas nella sua morsa malinconica e confortante. Le abitazioni scassate che delimitano il perimetro del viale sembrano morte prima ancora di essere nate, l’interesse di Kadas mentre il suo occhio stanco si posa su di esse è morto prima ancora di essere nato, chi pretende di proteggersi dalla furia del clima abitandole è morto prima ancora di essere nato. Le sua labbra fredde e spaccate tremano ma le sue mani no, il suo cappuccio malridotto si impregna di condensa ma la sua pelle no, i blocchi di ghiaccio che calpesta si frammentano e si polverizzano ma i suoVerba 2 (Mausoleo) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Verba 8 (Nulla)Molti di più e molto più piacevoli sono i ricordi del leone rispetto a quelli dell’assassino. Molta di più e molto più piacevole è la forza che impiega per spingere l’anta della porta. Avvolto dalla propria presenza assente e annegando nell’ovatta dei ricordi, Kadas viene urtato dalla maniglia e, insignificante come un foglio di carta sottile, cade adagiandosi al terreno. Dall’alto verso il basso il leone scruta l’invasore del suo territorio. Dal basso verso alto l’assassino scruta la sua vittima muoversi.Verba 8 (Nulla) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ma giovane, energico, fibroso è il corpo del leone mentre vecchio, stanco, polveroso è il corpo dell’assassino.
- Nascondi ancora nel silenzio, Kadas, la tua monotona arrendevolezza? Riuscirà mai, il tuo spirito immortale, a superare il passato e guardare al futuro?
Esordisce con disprezzo il leone, infastidito dalla presenza di Kadas già più volte scacciato. Non si rialza
Metaworld 2 (Basi della Storia)Le guglie insanguinate non lasciavano spazio ai sacerdoti per ammassare tutti i cadaveri che avevano prodotto durante la loro raccolta quotidiana. I frutti più acerbi erano stati colti affinché il loro sapore acido rendesse più sgradevole e maleodorante l’alta pira dei morti infelici. I denti simili a perle venivano strappati e usati come decorazione. Gli occhi simili a diamanti venivano tolti e usati al posto dei pomelli delle porte. In quel macabro luogo di preghiera tutto cioè che era stato vivo era diventato un mezzo, un oggetto, un tramite per qualcos’altro. Il rispetto per la vita cessava assieme alla vita stessa. La carne morta era considerata alla stregua del legno: il ricavato del corpo esanime di un essere vivente utile come materiale da costruzione. Per questa ragione uccidevano con la stessa leggerezza con cui tagliavano una pianta.Metaworld 2 (Basi della Storia) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Ehi ehi ehi fermati un attimo!” Blanchette interruppe i racconto di Kuro. “Che storia è
Verba 14 (Ti voglio bene)Marcia Kadas per le scale rocciose dell’alta torre, pestando passo dopo passo gli scricchiolanti scalini. Impugna al contrario i suoi lunghi pugnali dall’elsa dorata, e impugna uno sguardo che perfora una tenebra più cupa di ogni torcia. Marcia Kadas trasportando le pieghe di un vissuto mantello, gli squarci di un eroico cappuccio, a pretendere di coprirgli il corpo agile. Marcia Kadas, vantando la leggiadra magrezza di un guerriero spinto dalla fatica di mille battaglie. Le sue iridi vendono onore all’asciutto cunicolo che complice ha assistito all’indisturbato gioco di luci che lo ricopre, i suoi zigomi pronunciati esprimono quanto le sue labbra per ora incapaci di parlare vorrebbero e non possono. Anche il metallo del suo cuoio borchiato è incapace di proteggerlo più di quanto la sua parola d’onore già non faccia, anche i suoi stivali leggeri non l’aiutano a salire più di quanto la carica nascente della sua anima guarita gVerba 14 (Ti voglio bene) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Verba 10 (Fuoco)Incerti e cedevoli gli arti inferiori tentano con fatica di vincere il peso del vuoto. Il vuoto non è leggero quando incarna la disperazione. Il vuoto non è leggero quando è un effetto di distruzione. Dalla pietra la pesante ma vuota figura di Kadas rasa al suolo si solleva trascinata dalla mano del robusto rivale. L’autocoscienza non esiste più: un barlume nero tradiscono gli occhi dell’assassino. L’autocoscienza non esiste più: un sorriso instabile mistificano le labbra dell’assassino. Eretto ed immobile il corpo fragile è sorretto dagli arti inferiori di polvere solida. Non un passo può essere compiuto senza che questi diventino di nuovo polvere libera. Ritrovato il sennò nell’immobilità, esamina il suo io e vi trova del buio; ritrovata la calma nella stabilità, esamina il suo rivale e vi trova della luce.Verba 10 (Fuoco) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Condoglianze; Karula.
Una tempesta invisibile scuote la statica tensione, un’onda di calore
Piove.Piove.Piove. in Emotional More Like This
Perle di fresca vita piovono dall’azzurro e infinito cielo coprendo ogni cosa: alberi, animali, insetti, piante, e allo stesso modo case, piazzali, edifici e strade.
Il bello della pioggia è che non fa discriminazioni: la sua linfa vitale si espande tanto nel grigio dell’artificiale, quanto nel verde della natura. Qualsiasi cosa tocca viene detersa e purificata, tutto quanto profuma di freschezza. Il nero nascosto nell’aria trasparente viene lavato via dal fiume discendente della purezza, e lascia dietro di se la possibilità di scorgere ad occhio nudo la bellezza del mondo.
E’ come se il mondo custodisse i segreti di un tesoro che risplende solo dopo che la patina opacizzante è stata lavata via. Mentre il cielo diventa grigio, come una sua benedizione la terra viene lavata, e tutti gli esseri viventi sono memori di questo sacrificio.
Chiudo la finestra ma non abbasso la saracinesca: voglio almeno poterla vedere, buttare due secondi de
Verba 1 (Fortuna)Avanza Kadas per le scale rocciose dell’alta torre, pestando passo dopo passo gli scricchiolanti scalini. Impugna al contrario i suoi lunghi pugnali dall’elsa dorata, e impugna uno sguardo che perfora una tenebra più cupa di ogni torcia. Avanza Kadas trasportando le pieghe di un lurido mantello, gli squarci di un logoro cappuccio, a pretendere di coprirgli il corpo smunto. Avanza Kadas, vantando la leggiadra magrezza di un guerriero vinto dalla fatica di mille battaglie. Le sue iridi vendono onore all’umido cunicolo che inerme ha assistito all’avanzare indisturbato dei muschi che lo ricoprono, i suoi zigomi pronunciati esprimono quanto le sue labbra ormai incapaci di sorridere vorrebbero e non possono. Anche il metallo del suo cuoio borchiato è incapace di proteggerlo più di quanto la sua sola presenza già non faccia, anche i suoi stivali leggeri non l’aiutano a salire più di quanto il peso opprimente della sua anima ingrVerba 1 (Fortuna) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Metaworld 1 (Inizio Qualsiasi)Tutto iniziò così: con una tela. Una tela metà bianca e metà nera e due artisti. Due creatori. Uno bianco e uno nero. Un uomo e una donna.Metaworld 1 (Inizio Qualsiasi) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Entrambi avevano la pelle chiara ma gli occhi dell’uomo erano malvagi e il suo sorriso era sornione, mentre gli occhi della donna erano innocenti e il suo sorriso era sincero. L’uomo vestiva con abiti lucidi, appuntiti, svolazzanti e molto scuri. La donna vestiva con abiti opachi, morbidi, pesanti e molto chiari. Entrambi avevano un cappello: lui un tricorno nero e argentato, lei un cappello a cono di paglia bianco e argentato.
I due individui giacevano nella tela, all’interno di un mondo totalmente spoglio ed infinito, diviso in un semipiano nero e in un semipiano bianco. Nel semipiano bianco c’era l’uomo nero e nel semipiano nero c’era l’uomo bianco.
“Chi siamo? Dove siamo?” Esordì la donna bianca nell’istante zero del mondo.
“Il mondo ha appena cominciato a
Angeli CandidiLo guardava col suo ghigno rugoso stampato in faccia, la quale a mala pena si vedeva tanto era copioso il fumo del suo sigaro. Sulle sue mani possenti stringeva un coltellaccio della peggior specie con il quale minacciava la principessa dalle ali d’angelo e dalla pelle candida. In cima al monte dell’Eden la situazione era di stallo.Angeli Candidi in Short Stories More Like This
“La vuoi salvare soltanto perché hai cavalcato con lei nelle pianure selvagge, perché hai scalato con lei i picchi assassini, perché hai nuotato con lei negli oceani infiniti? La vuoi salvare solo perché è stata parte della tua vita? Che ne è allora di tutte le altre persone che ho ucciso mentre tu affrontavi le tue egoistiche imprese baldanzoso come un falso paladino? La vita di costoro è forse meno importante perché non si è intrecciata con la tua? Questo significa, essere paladini? Allora io ti dico: non sei meno malvagio di me, ma certamente più ipocrita.
BulliedCold words on my mindBullied in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like grey waves tasting a beach
Washing me away.
Yes EveryNo, not every white person is racist.Yes Every in Free Verse More Like This
But yes, every person of colour will experience racism.
No, not every man is sexist.
But yes, every woman will experience sexism.
No, not every straight person is homophobic.
But yes, every gay person will experience homophobia.
No, not every cis-gendered person is transphobic.
But yes, every transgender person will experience transphobia.
Enough with your 'not every's.
Because, yes every.
Dear TeacherIn Year Seven:Dear Teacher in Free Verse More Like This
You were my geography teacher.
I really hated you.
Loathed you too.
You gave me bad marks
And shouted at my larks.
You were the enemy.
In Year Eight:
You became my form tutor.
You were our fifth.
We were determined to
Break you like the others
And get onto the sixth.
In Year Nine:
You saw the angry red vents
Carved into my skin.
And I let you in.
In Year Ten:
I lost it all.
You were there,
Fighting for me.
You made me care
About my future.
In Year Eleven:
We made each other laugh.
And in the end
You weren’t just a teacher;
You were my friend.
What a Wonderful WorldI’m noticing thingsWhat a Wonderful World in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn’t before;
Things that I
Just can’t ignore.
Kids getting shot
For the colour of their skin,
Loving being treated
As though it’s a sin.
Sexism running like blood
Through the veins of the media,
Kids killing kids
In High School Hysteria.
People dying instead of
Being who they are,
Children getting shot down
As they reach for the stars.
Faith forming the target
For society’s arrow,
You’re either in too deep
Or you’re way too shallow.
The faithful using the Prince of Peace
To excuse their hatred,
And yelling ‘terrorist!’
At the followers of Mohammed.
Women walking the streets at night
With fear in their hearts,
Men being told to ‘man up’
When their soul is in parts.
Children starving to death
In the land of plenty,
Bigots with medieval views
In the twentieth century.
Future YouI would like you to meet someone.Future You in Free Verse More Like This
Say hello to
Smiles and laughs.
They are healthy
In love and joy.
Can take on the world,
Sings along to every song,
Is right where they belong;
They just wish that
You knew it would be okay.
Has so much to say,
About how they got
To be this way;
But the main thing is
‘Thank you’ for
Day after day.
Has a life,
And they say;
Everything will be
JourneyElevenJourney in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’m part of a local kids’ theatre group
I get all the lead roles;
I am confident.
I’m on registers for being
‘Gifted and Talented’;
My future is bright.
I’m not popular or pretty
But I’m too innocent;
I don’t see why it should matter.
I start high school.
My friend’s mum picks me up.
I get home.
She’s in the hospital.
They lie to me;
She has a
I believe them.
‘Ellie, I have cancer.’
I never trust anyone again.
I quit the theatre club.
Mum isn’t worse,
So I assume she’s
We go to Italy,
Me and her.
We have fun.
Yeah, she’s definitely getting better.
My mum can’t die;
In and out of hospital.
Living off of
Everyone acts like I know.
I don’t know anyth
I Need FeminismI need feminism becauseI Need Feminism in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It’s acceptable to call me a slut.
I need feminism because
It’s okay for a guy to slap my butt.
I need feminism because
It’s my own fault if a man rapes me.
I need feminism because
I should look good for men to see.
I need feminism because
People think it means ‘anti-man’.
I need feminism because
I can’t do things that men can.
I need feminism because
Girls think it’s cool to shame each other.
I need feminism because
The world has higher hopes for my brother.
I need feminism because
My femininity makes me ‘weak’.
I need feminism because
If I act masculine I’m a ‘freak’.
I need feminism because
My boobs are my ‘best quality’.
I need feminism because
I believe in equality.
RespectRespect is somethingRespect in Free Verse More Like This
We are all owed
Until we don’t deserve it.
Be respectful of other people,
And they’ll respect you.
Respect everyone, regardless
Of their point of view.
There’s a difference
And ‘freedom of speech’,
Of which I’m pretty sure
Silencing others with hate
Would be considered a breach.
You’re not a little kid.
You’re above bullying
And pushing and shoving;
Life is too short -
It should be spent
Respecting and loving.
To My SisterYou dress like a Disney Princess,To My Sister in Free Verse More Like This
And play with pretty dolls;
Your laughter warms our hearts,
Your smile lifts our souls.
You stumble when you walk,
And you can’t say my name;
You dance to invisible music,
Everyone says we’re the same.
You have curly blonde hair,
And big brown eyes;
A smiling flower of a face,
And chubby baby thighs.
You will grow to be big,
And you will change;
You’ll learn the world’s scary,
As much as it is strange.
If I could give you one tip,
And know that you’d follow it,
It’d be: be who you are,
Live like there’s no tomorrow.
Don’t strive for beauty,
Don’t live for lies;
Find beauty in living and
Keep putting beauty into
Other people’s lives.
HauntedI see her there withHaunted in Free Verse More Like This
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Ideas.Sleep is a peaceful time for dreaming about the unknown,Ideas. in Sketches More Like This
Life is for experiencing what our creations have to offer,
and Love is what entices us to move forward in our lives, our sleep and our dreams.
Just a thought.
PCN - Feel My LoveI decided to wear my old assassin's uniform - black singlet and camo pants - and I went to find Rai. The summer flower blossoms had begun to fall off the trees and the leaves were fading to their beautiful golden and bronze colours. It was autumn and the days grew colder and darker. My heart was full of warmth and I wanted to share this feeling with someone who loved the season of amber lights.PCN - Feel My Love in Sketches More Like This
When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
The first place I checked was Rai's bedroom. I surprised to find the door unlock so I stepped inside and closed it behind me. The walls were a rich darkened red colour and the floor was tiled with wooden floorboards. Unlike the rest of us, Rai didn't sleep in a bed - he liked to sleep in hammock which has hung up on the right wall near the door or in the half hexagon shaped window which stuck out from the room. He liked to sit on the cushions on the ledge and dream when it rained. The chest of draw
PCN - I'll Never Wake Up Without YouI hate feeling like thisPCN - I'll Never Wake Up Without You in Sketches More Like This
I'm so tired of trying to fight this
I'm asleep and all I dream of
Is waking to you
I wake up suddenly and sit up. What a horrible dream I had! I don't wanna think about it! I closed my eyes and my senses heighten; there's a certain scent in here that's not supposed to be here - an intruder in my room? I smelled the air around me; pencil shavings and smoked red gum. I relaxed and smile to myself; there was no intruder in here. I got out of bed to open the curtains.
Tell me that you will listen
Your touch is what I'm missing
And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing you
A hiss of protest came from my bed as I open the curtains as far as they will go. 'Morning, Noir.' I smiled and continued to open a few windows to let in the warm spring breeze in. I turned back to my bed to see that there was indeed a person-shaped lump on the other side of the bed, with the cover over his head, trying to roll over. I sighed and stri
GuidanceI've been shut off from the world too long,Guidance in Sketches More Like This
and you came by
like the melody for a song.
You saw the bruises, the cuts, the scars, the lies;
but you didn't seem to care.
I always wore black
to hide myself
but it didn't matter to you what I liked to wear.
You saw me fight,
you saw me cry,
you saw me draw what I felt inside,
but you just sat there and watched;
like nothing you saw,
mattered at all.
and cared for me,
even when I refused to have help.
You gave me a home
and you showed me what it was like to care.
You friendship guided me
to find more friends of my own,
thanks to you,
I never feel alone.
We all reasons to be on this
but I think yours is to help,
people like me,
to find happiness.
Why I Cannot Dream PeacefullyI have dreams sometimes. Wonderful, 'butterflies-in-the-stomach' kind of dreams. And everything I stop myself for reaching that final, blissful moment of my dream.Why I Cannot Dream Peacefully in Free Verse More Like This
Why? Is the question you may ask.
It's because the dream is so real. I'm afraid that when I wake up, my reality will never live up to my dream. I feel as if the dream will never come true and if I let myself experience that final moment of the dream... Then the world will seem forever shrouded in a haze full of darkness and doubt.
I wish to feel love, and be loved. And I have been, and I am now and I will be. But it's not quite the same. It's the type of love that ignites the soul - that's what I want to feel. I want to be myself around the one I love with no walls or barriers surrounding us. Even if it's for a mere moment.
I live with my walls and my shields. I protect myself, just as I try to protect others.
Sometimes I withdraw my actions completely. Sometimes I put up a facade. It is because I don't want to turn into the
Jade Omen - MissedThe metal, keys and gemstones,Jade Omen - Missed in Sketches More Like This
How I long I've waited for the dark to rise.
When will the snow fall and left temptation to take control?
How I have missed the night.
The souls are gone,
I'm alone in the world.
My crystals say you're waiting for me.
Disguise off as to reveal the fiend underneath.
Out into the starry skies,
As dark as the messenger of bad luck.
The stairs wind down
Silver, Sapphire, Scarlet, Amethyst and Amber,
All greet me with such grace.
We have missed these colder months together.
Let's grab a drink and head in the dungeons of hell.
When We Ponder AloneWe look in the mirrorWhen We Ponder Alone in Free Verse More Like This
and sometimes we see great beauty.
We look in the mirror
and sometimes we believe that nothing else is larger.
But that's how life is,
and we move forward.
We breathe, when there's too much carbon dioxide in the blood.
We fight, because we have forgotten how to fly.
We love, because there's nothing else left to hate.
Life moves on with or without us,
We use our long forgotten will to carry on.
TimeTick Tock,Time in Free Verse More Like This
goes the clock.
What if clocks never existed?
There would still be time.
what a joke.
Those hands may measure time,
but they do not capture it.
You can pass through time,
end with time,
start with time,
but you cannot process it.
Not even the Lords of Time can wield such greatness.
Their power is trickery, nothing less.
I am time,
and you cannot stop me.
PCN - BoysThe kisser, The dangerous,PCN - Boys in Free Verse More Like This
The holder, The reader,
The funny, The builder,
The friend, The warrior,
The listener, The drawer,
A Valentine's Day PoemThe sun smiles as it sets,A Valentine's Day Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Some snowflakes can be found,
I huddled in my overcoat some more,
And walk along the ancient Chicago ground.
I see a man dressed in a suit,
With a hat, a tie and more,
'Is walking towards me?'
Flashes a thought I've never thought of before.
He hands me a box of chocolate,
At the lampost where we now both stand,
He tells me that I'm beautiful,
And produces a red flower from his hand.
A Mr. Lincoln, trimmed so neat,
It's scent is soft and subtle,
Yet no other rose, by any other name, would ever smell as sweet.
I asked how I can repay him,
For such a glorious gift of heart,
He places his hand in mine,
And asks to be my Valentine?
And, without thinking, of course I say 'Yes.'
Adopted By The Biersack's Part NinteenI slipped my sweatshirt on over my head and pulled my arms through my sleeves, sore one first. I had kept a pair of arm socks on all day and just taken them off. Andy threatened to tell Amy and Brock about what happened, but I begged him not to. He tried to blackmail me into getting help, but I argued that you can’t force help on a person or they won’t go through with it. They need to be ready for it in order to truly accept it, and I wasn’t quite ready for that.Adopted By The Biersack's Part Ninteen in General Fiction More Like This
I put on a pair of workout shorts and fluffed my hair. It was almost 10. We’d had a late dinner, and I’d been so focused on finishing my pre calc homework that I didn’t realize how time had flown by. Brock and Amy were asleep, and Andy was out in the living room watching a movie on TV. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what he was doing. Last I saw, he was chatting away with Juliet on the phone about me and some other random topics that I didn’t understand. Now, the only sou
Introduced To DeathI was introduced to death,Introduced To Death in Free Verse More Like This
When I was 10 years old.
His friend's name was murder,
The sharp blade oh so cold.
Daddy lost his temper,
After he had a drink.
He came at us quickly,
We didn't have time to think.
He would hit Mommy and I,
Make us hurt and bleed.
The smelly drink caused it,
Something no family needs.
Mommy tried to save me,
But Daddy got her first.
I sat in a corner crying,
This one was the worst.
Now, Daddy's in prison.
Living there to stay.
I'm in heaven with Jesus and Mommy,
It's better here anyway.
Strawberry FlamesBurningStrawberry Flames in Free Verse More Like This
pink and blue
with dripping wax
of red and gold
the green glass holder
incinerated like strawberries.
of smoke and berries
fills the air
as the flames
at your curtains...
your bed posts.
like candle wax
off of bones
that once wrapped people
up with arms
and offered caring touches.
She kissed the sun goodbye
as the sweet scent
of her favorite fruit
engulfed the ones
that cared for her.
Everything You Don't KnowDear Dad,Everything You Don't Know in Short Stories More Like This
I bet you never thought you'd hear from me again. Truthfully, I'm just as mind blown as you are that I'm writing this. But since the zombie apocalypse is upon us, I figured that there are a few things that you should know. A few things about me that may interest you. I want you to know what your words and actions really did to me.
Because of all the things you said and did, I'm really messed up in the head. Did you know that throwing insults at and slapping your kid can really mess them up? I'm amazed that I don't have self confidence issues. Though I suppose the effects were worse when I was still living with you two at home. I used to have urges to cut myself, which I promised myself I would never do. I couldn't talk to my friends about it because none of them knew what was going on. That's not even the worst of it. The night before you two had your last fight and were arrested, I tried to kill myself. That's right. I almost killed myself over your words and actions. That's
Adopted By The Biersack's Part Twenty One“So why haven’t you and RayJay spoken in two days?” Calloway questioned. He slammed the door of Malachi’s truck, causing a slight vibration to resonate in my chest, and followed the rest of us into the house. I dropped my backpack on the ground by my shoes, at first not saying a word. Everyone else followed suit. I sprinted off to my bedroom and grabbed my guitar out of its case. I paused for a moment, sliding my hand across its glossy body. This was the only thing that had been keeping me sane the past two days.Adopted By The Biersack's Part Twenty One in General Fiction More Like This
I slid back down the hallway and met up with my friends in the living room, crashing on the unoccupied chair across from the couch and the other chair. November leaned across the table from the couch, and I gently handed over my musical baby. We still had a little bit of practicing for the talent show to do. Our audition went as smoothly as it could’ve possibly gone, but we, as musicians, understood that practice was always necessary for improveme
Adopted By The Biersack's Part SixteenI rested on my shoulder up against the nearest telephone pole and sighed. Students were running around all over the place, shoving past each other to get on their buses and get the fuck home. I yawned into the back of my hand. I was waiting for RayJay to get his ass outside so I could also get the fuck home. I had texted Andy to see if he was going to be home, but he hadn’t answered. I was hoping that that meant that he was off doing something and couldn’t answer me.Adopted By The Biersack's Part Sixteen in General Fiction More Like This
I felt a pair of hands grab me at the sides from behind, and I let out a small scream before covering my mouth to prevent from screaming any louder and drawing a lot of attention. I turned around and met eyes with RayJay. There was something in his eyes that caught me off guard for a moment, after which I proceeded to kick him in the shin.
“Whoa, easy tiger,” he teased. I shoved him with my elbow for revenge. We had only met earlier that day, but we were already becoming as close as two people could
Give A Wish For ChristmasRipped corner from corner,Give A Wish For Christmas in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
tearing the paper block placed
in the back seat
of my car.
on my windshield
like droplets in the summertime.
All the warmth
is my breath.
the gift from you-a wonderful
for my poems
to call their home.
As a pencil is
from my pocket,
it begins a dance
across the paper.
It creates the words about you,
stroke after stroke. I told
you I would keep
Adopted By The Biersack's Part FifteenI jokingly shoved past RayJay and into the classroom. A couple of jocks were laughing at us as we came in, so I just smiled tenderly. I had decided that I wasn’t going to be persuaded into acting like them, but rather be nice to someone when they’re nasty to me. That always left them with looks of disbelief followed by whispers.Adopted By The Biersack's Part Fifteen in General Fiction More Like This
“Is that what they meant when they said that everyone is nasty to each other?” RayJay questioned. I slipped into a seat in the second row, and I nodded. He sat down in the seat next to me.
“Pretty much. I just return things like that with kindness. They usually just look at me like “What the fuck?” It’s pretty great,” I explained, pulling my notebook out of my backpack. He rolled his pretty blue eyes and also took a notebook out of his backpack. It was covered in various Vans Off The Wall and Regular Show stickers.
“So you’re THAT kind of person?” I smiled. He looked over at me and back dow
My One Love Part FourIt was seriously getting on my nerves. All day long, people were asking me if I really was dating Colton. It was interesting to explain it to my sister. She wouldn't stop asking me questions like "Have you kissed yet?" and "How many times have you guys held hands?" and it was getting on my nerves.My One Love Part Four in Short Stories More Like This
It was after school, and Colton and I were holding hands, and ran into Darren. He was the only one who still didn't know we were dating. A smile spread across his face, and he laughed.
"Oh hoh," Darren laughed, "you guys are really dating? Now is my chance for revenge." He went up behind us and ruffled our hair. Mine went flying everywhere, hanging in my face. Colton's hair was already curly, so it didn't do much.
"SEX HAIR!" Darren shouted. I would always do that to him and his girlfriend, Elizabeth, so he said that if Colton and I went out, he would do it to me. I brushed my hair out of my face and gave him a cold look.
"I'm gonna kill you Laramy," I told him. I took a few steps forward.
+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 4As Gilbert pulled away from the kiss, his ruby eyes locked with Matthew's hazy amethyst ones. He smirked, then turned to the audience to thank them for coming. Slowly, he guided Matt back to his seat. As Gilbert turned away, Matthew could've sworn that he saw him wink...+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eventually, the lights came back on, and the crowd started filing out the doors in a slightly melancholy post-concert bliss. Matthew started heading towards the exit, when Alfred grabbed his arm and started leading him towards a tall black door near the front of the stadium's lobby.
"Al, where are we going?" Said Matt, confused.
"You seriously don't remember?" said Alfred, flashing his trademark grin. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out two laminated cards. Matthew's eyes widened in recognition.
"Oh! I can't believe I completely forgot about those!" He said, snatching one from Alfred's hand to look at it.
"Aw Mattie, it's okay!" said Alfred "I'd forget too if I just got kissed by a total hottie in fro
+PruCan+ Summer Love part 5Gilbert panted as he sprinted up the musty-smelling staircase of the apartment complex. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, his clothes were wrinkled, and his hair was more of a mess than usual. Pausing on one of the stair landings, he noticed a small plastic sign that indicated that he was on the 5th floor. He immediately made a sharp right turn, sprinting down the hallway.+PruCan+ Summer Love part 5 in Romance More Like This
He reached the door he was looking for, and reached into his pocket. He fished around through the debris until his fingers finally curled around a cold metal object. He pulled the worn brassy-gold key out and with no hesitation, jammed it into the door's lock. He twisted it around until he heard a small 'click.' Wrenching the key from the hole, he took a deep breath, then put his hand on the doorknob. In one swift motion, he twisted the knob and flung the door open, with so much force that it hit the inside wall of the apartment.
He paused, and looked around. "Mattie?" he asked, looking ar
+PruCan+ Summer Love part 2Matthew's head was spinning. 'Me and Gilbert...go on a date?' he thought. He shook his head. No, no, he must have heard Francis wrong...right? He realized he had dropped his phone onto his hardwood floor in his surprise. The blonde quickly scrambled to pick it up and make sure it wasn't damaged. He let out a small sigh of relief and pressed it back to his ear.+PruCan+ Summer Love part 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Francis, are you still there? Sorry about that, I think I might've heard you wrong, e-eh...what did you say?" Matthew could have sworn he heard a muffled 'I'm gonna kill you Francis!!' come from the other end.
"Oui, I am still here~. I said, how would you like to go on a date with mon cher Gilbert? A good friend of mine owns a merveilleux café downtown, you know!"
Matthew's jaw dropped. His cheeks flushed red as he struggled to come up with an answer.
In his mind, he was screaming 'YES! OH MON DIEU YES!" But all he managed to choke out was a squeaky "U-um....sure..."
Francis and Antonio cheered an
+PruCan+ Summer Love part 1Matthew glared at his cellphone. He pressed a number, paused, blushed, and deleted it. He did this several times before getting frustrated and flinging it onto his fuzzy blue couch.+PruCan+ Summer Love part 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Agh! I can't do this!" he exclaimed to himself. He grabbed on of the throw pillows from his couch and buried his face in it.
Matthew had long since memorized Gilbert's number, as it had started fading from his hand. It had been a few days since the concert, and he had yet to muster up the courage to call the self-proclaimed-awesome Prussian. This was his 5th failed attempt that day, and he was getting pretty frustrated of his shyness. In a sudden burst of enmity, he grabbed his phone, typed in the number with an interestingly fast speed, and pressed 'call.'
His mind blanked, until he heard the familiar sound of the phone 'ringing.' His eyes widened considerably as he realized what he'd just done.
"Oh merde merde merde!!" He couldn't believe he'd actually done it. It was already ringing, so all he had to do
+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 3 The band sang song after song, and the crowd sang along with them. Matt was having the time of his life as he watched the band (mainly Gilbert) dance around the stage and play their music. It was nearing the end of the concert when Francis handed the mic over to Gilbert, and Gilbert strutted up to the front of the stage.+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wassup Everyone?!" Liking the concert so far?" Gilbert yelled into the mic. The crowd screamed deafeningly. "Awesome! So, the next song we're gonna sing is from our new album that's coming out in September!" More screams. "Buuut, since the awesome me is so awesome, I'm going to sing it to a volunteer from the audience! So, who wants to come up here?"
Instantly, thousands of hands flew into the air and cries of "Ooh, me, me! Pick me Gil!" echoed throughout the stadium. Matthew hesitantly rose his hand, but he knew there was no way Gilbert would pick him over the hoards of screaming girls. Th
+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 5"Hey, guys, look who- seriously you two?" Francis scoffed. They had arrived in the backstage lounge where they found Gilbert and Antonio, arms linked, dancing around on the center table (which had thankfully been cleared) while singing;+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You can drink your fancy ales
you can drink em by the flagon
but the only brew for the brave and true...
comes from the Green Dragon!"
Matthew looked at them in utter disbelief, while Francis just huffed in annoyance.
"You do this every concert! It's getting old, mes chéris."
"Aw, lighten up amigo~!" Said Antonio, flashing his trademark grin.
"Yeah Franny, you know you love it." Added Gilbert, cackling. He jumped off of the table, then caught sight of Matthew. His face erupted in a wide grin as he strolled across the room towards the pair.
"Mattie! What brings you here?" He said, wrapping his arm around Matthew's waist and bending down slightly to be face-to-face with the shorter blonde. Matthew blushed a dark red from their faces being in such cl
+PruCan+ Summer Love part 3And so, for the next week, the two were virtually inseparable. They went out on dates every day, and texted each other far into the nights after they had had gone home. Matthew had reverted back to his usual style of hoodies and jeans, but Gilbert didn't mind one bit. That Friday night, Matthew and Gilbert decided that instead of going out, they would stay in Matt's apartment and watch a movie together.+PruCan+ Summer Love part 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So Gil," Matthew said, smiling and putting his hands on his hips. "What movie do you want to watch?" He began pawing though his collection of DVDs. "I have "Mean Girls", "The Notebook", "Mamma Mia", "Dear John"..."
Gilbert laughed. "Dude, like chick flicks much?"
Matthew pouted, and crossed his arms. "Hey, don't knock them. They're good movies! I'll bet some of them could make even you cry!"
Gilbert chuckled again. "Riiiight~" he said, in a sarcastic tone.
Matthew frowned, then grabbed the shiny plastic case that contained "The Notebook" and opened it up, t
+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 2 Matthew stared at the contents of his closet dejectedly. He had no idea what to wear to the concert! Alfred wasn't really helping him either, as he'd rejected every outfit Matt had picked out so far. It wasn't Matt's fault that all he had was hoodies and jeans! They were comfortable, that's all. He pushed the clothes around a little bit, trying to find an outfit that Alfred would deem acceptable. That's when he found them.+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the back corner of his closet sat several stacked boxes. Inside them was a pile of clothes that had been gifts from Alfred a few years previous. Matt had never gotten around to wearing them, because they were ...well, not exactly his style. Gingerly, he picked up and outfit and held it up in front of himself. He glanced at the clock. Only 20 minutes until he had to leave! He put on the clothes and stood in front of his mirror, inspecting himself.
"Hey Mattie, are you finished ye- Oh hot damn, now th
+PruCan+ Summer Love part 4 Matthew stood frozen as Gilbert began to explain and his words washed over him.+PruCan+ Summer Love part 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"...This city was the last stop on our tour...so we decided to stay a little longer than usual...we gotta finish recording our album and stuff, you know? Oh! I know! You should come with me! It would be awesome, don't you think?"
At this, Matthew suddenly snapped back to his senses. "Go to live in Los Angelas...with you?" he said, his voice trembling, looking down at the floor.
"Yeah! C'mon, it'll be awesome! You'd love it there, I know it! I can show you around, and we can-"
"Gilbert." Matthew interrupted. "Are you an idiot?!" He yelled angerly.
"Huh?" said Gilbert. He looked dumbfounded.
"You think, after knowing you for just barely a week, I'd just drop everything and move all the way across the country with you? You've got to be kidding!" Matt said, glaring at the other man.
"Wha- but, Mattie, what do you mean?"
"Gilbert, I love you, but...I...I just...My whole life is her
+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 1 Matthew frowned as he closed the dusty old book he'd been reading. It's not like+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
it improved his mood anyways.
It was July first, his birthday, and not a single soul had remembered. Well, except
for himself, of course. Sure, it's happened a lot, since he was always being mistaken for
his twin brother, Alfred, or simply not noticed at all. Alfred had always been the most
popular kid in school, so Matt was trapped in his shadow. He was always thought of
as 'that shy kid who looks like Alfred' since no one really knew his name. He could
never hate Alfred though. Even if he always overshadowed him, he was his best friend.
Matt pondered how he should spend his birthday. Go grocery shopping, maybe? He was
out of maple syrup...
Just then he heard a noise outside his door. He looked up just in time to see Alfred
burst into his apartment with a loud BANG! Matthew sighed. When would Alfred learn to
use the doorknob instead of kicking his door
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
Lie to MeThere are those who stare into the water's edge.Lie to Me in Free Verse More Like This
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just look so bad that my eyes are cryin' YOU a river.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 11th August 2013
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
Counting All the VoicesCounting All The Voices:Counting All the Voices in Free Verse More Like This
How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.
As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.
I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.
But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!
Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept
That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...
Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:Why I Hate My Life in Free Verse More Like This
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is already dead...
He was my army buddy, always cool, always the best
I visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveries
The worst part about everything though
is the fact that the one guy who made my life hell
The one guy who took everything important away from me
just came back to town a few minutes ago...
And you know what he said the moment
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru