.karma sits on my sofa. in Personal More Like This
whiskey doused, eyes rolled up
to the top of his head, and he says
just do whatever the fuck makes
you happy, mate, just do
whatever you want
(what a terrible thing to be full to the brim with emptiness)
.i wake. in Personal More Like This
(he said dead was the best way that thing could ever have been anyway)
.she says. in Personal More Like This
you weren't made
for anything else
(cutting this cord day by day)
.the first time my father holds me,. in Personal More Like This
he shoves one hand
into my mothers arms
and grabs me
by the back of my babygrow, roughly
raises me up
with his big clenched fist
and i hang there, like a kitten
by the taut pink scruff
what a small nothing
(but now he is nothing, gone, dust)
.i've been dreaming. in Personal More Like This
ribs poking up
through the ground,
a white and fleshless
thing that rattles
in his sleep,
haunches bare and clean
as a whisker,
he wretches with
the face of a devil,
he drops me
a sack of love
in the morning,
on the carpet
as well as the eye,
am i showing
enough backbone now?
a crescent moon on
my skull of
so he can gaze
at it even in death,
i don't care much
for the rites but
he looks good
on my bedside table
i close my eyes
to those three
on my wall,
i don't see
i don't speak
i don't hear
(what is this, a fucking cathedral?)
.how am i feeling? well today. in Personal More Like This
i'm a phoenix, doc, here get me
an ash tray i'll show you
and please i just wanna sleep
like lena does, i got a brain
like a ten ton weight
(and i'm still holding what's dead because no one else can carry it, and i can't get into bed until i find somewhere to bury it)
.there are snakes. in Personal More Like This
in coils from me
and green, their mouths
dark fanged caverns
black eyes glittering
they see -
that mother tongue
that they know
i cannot speak
(if you can touch it, you can kill it, you can dream)
.they are all skin and. in Personal More Like This
bone and no heart,
all bite and no bark
and it's a lot easier
to slip back into the
past than it is to
get a grip on the
(and curiosity swears, he never meant to hurt the cat, he just didn't know his own strength)
.i know an angel. in Personal More Like This
tired of holding
up his halo, says
he's thinking of
trading it in for
(and i'd do the same but the boss says, you're not goin' anywhere bitch)
.september -. in Personal More Like This
i've been under
the illusion it's
for four days,
i sit on your knee
at the kitchen table,
roll one of the
bullets under my finger
cold gold and
do you know what
that is? -
but i don't think
you do -
you're fuckin weird,
you know that? fuckin
cold, maybe i'll just
start calling you
and he does
they grace me with
three days, and i cannot
to come with me
the only time i like you
is when you're asleep,
i gnaw one leg out of
just to crawl my way
(it takes everything i have not to smash my bottle over your head)
Twisted Up InsideWould you ever know the feeling,Twisted Up Inside in Free Verse More Like This
Of being twisted, over and over.
Much like a string of high-tension cord;
Ready to snap at any moment.
You are barely controlling this swell of emotion.
Keeping it taut, lest it burst from the surface.
A plastic smile serves as your only defense;
Witty banter, to stave off a deeper inquiry.
You hide the signs of your sickness;
Quickly easing the pressure.
Whilst appearing to adjust the suit,
You move through the crowd like a fading wisp.
Rushed, sweating and just barely contained.
You duck into the shadows, so you might breathe again.
-Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 13th November 2013
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
A New BeginningA New Beginning:A New Beginning in Free Verse More Like This
On the sea.
With my friends,
Right by me.
We will sail,
To these lands.
But our hands.
Though we feel,
Lost at sea.
We still know,
We are free.
Come and join,
Raise your hands,
We will sail,
To these lands...
"Hoist the flag and let me see, what the jolly roger of Chen shall be!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
Gangsta PiratesGangsta Pirates:Gangsta Pirates in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Come here and sit tight, I'll tell you bout the pirating life
It's like we're living on the edge gun-pointed and knife!
See the killer crews stabbin'; the looters start grabbin'
All the little gubbins and bits, the girls are nabbin'!
Rollin' through the seas in a ship that is black,
You asked me for my cannons but you saw I was stacked!
Forty-two, I got em on the prows and sides,
We be the pirates rollin' with the heat on our ride.
Like a tippin' iceberg yeah our crew is tight.
We raidin' merchant ships deep in the dead of the night.
See I'm a ghost-like killer, soul to the swiller,
To think I would have been the son of a miller.
No grains in my coach, just treasure that's fat.
I got me ten trunks full and a chest in the back.
Now we headin' to the seas cause we bury it right?
Ya ain't gonna find where we it put it aight!
No maps, no clues,
We don't touch the booze.
You won't find my treasure
Cause I ain't gonna lose...
"Now then, which ye scurvy dogs remembe
This is All About YouThis Is All About You:This is All About You in Free Verse More Like This
Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book
Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look
So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare
I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care
She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task
Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask
She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud
She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud
She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz
But she smiles and goes on anyway, now that takes a lot of guts...
She gets embarassed pretty easily and gets far too nervous to talk
But I know she'd like it if we held hands, whenever we went for a walk
She doesn't need a lot of pretty things, she just wants someone who cares
I bet she'd like to have someone, whom she knew would always be there
I remember when she tried to cook
You Can't Stop MeYou Can't Stop Me:You Can't Stop Me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cold, I'm sittin' here,
You see me cut the lights out
Stains on the inside;
I'm tired of being wiped out.
Cleaned, like the stone weathered down in the rain,
You wore me down to my core; now let me bring on the pain!
Uh-huh, now let me turn it slow for you all
Uh-huh, I'm grabbin' at the stars till they fall
Uh-huh, I'm never gonna die; I stand tall
Uh-huh, I'm breakin' through this fuckin' brick wall.
You know, that I will be the voice in your mind.
You know, that it will be the lyrical kind
You see, the way I put my words into rhyme
If I was rapping out of rhythm, man this would be a crime.
So hear, my voice and I will make you believe
That I, still have a few tricks up my sleeve.
I'm not, a criminal with a disease
So let me hear you once more, let me make you believe
Uh-huh, I'm turnin' it slow for you all
Uh-huh, I'm grabbin' at the stars till they fall
Uh-huh, I'm n
ASYLUMAsylum:ASYLUM in Free Verse More Like This
I scrape my hands upon the ground,
Staring at my cell.
I wonder why I'm trapped inside,
This vivid living hell.
I've heard the voices calling out,
Maybe they're in my head...
I wonder where my cell-mates are,
Maybe they are dead...
Time has no meaning in this place,
Nor does the word of day and night,
The food is simply human flesh,
It will give you quite a fright...
Upon a chair they strap me down,
They open my eyes and make me shiver,
They pull out a scalpel and many knives,
The sight alone, it makes me quiver.
They inject me with a strange chemical,
The world does fade to black.
I wake up in my cell again,
And hear the sound clink-clack!
Lo, they left the door unlocked,
Unhinged it's time for freedom.
Release me from this horrid prison,
It is a place devoid of reason!
Demons chase me in the halls,
A laughing chef with a chainsaw calls.
It splutters and thirsts for my blood of life,
But I'd rather die by the kitchen knife!
"I wonder if I ever said goodbye to my
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
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,