Lie To MeFingertips lace around my ribs
And pull at my skin
As my breath catches
At the coolness of your touch.
Calm these trembling hands
And hold them tight in yours.
I'll move my lips on yours
Just so you don't have to.
Hearts beat faster and
My breath shudders with insecurity.
Press my body close to yours
So I don't shatter into fragments.
Lie to me one more time.
Tangle your legs in mine,
Brush your lips along my neck.
Make me feel alive.
Glance behindAt first I thoughtMore Like This
With apparent ease
Nobody said it would be easy
I know it hasn't
I know it's not the same for you
You've moved on with your life
And I'm caught in the past
Spiraling downwards the end.
Something just stops me
When I try to walk way
And never look back
Not sure what to do
Things have radically changed
We're not who we used to be
It won't ever be the same
I don't wanna say goodbye
Free fallLight blackens the nightMore Like This
Sign the end in plight
Those bright light days
Keep closing my eyes
You are aware I can fall
Show me the way in lies
Anyone can get it right
Before I'm even in fright
I wouldn't be lying if I might
Show the scars that remain
Don't keep me apart
In the lingering dark
I'm already dead in vain
But ready to rise again
I won't be that lost
Since I feel alive
PestilenceIn the blackest depths,More Like This
My demons crawl
Filling me with endless deaths,
My soul, they maul
All along the branch of thorns,
Reside the demons with their little horns
Fill my mind with petty lies,
The demons, they steal my eyes
Throw them upon a platter,
Careful, lest they shatter
Eat them while they're fresh
Watch as they rend the flesh
Unknown, from the inside-out
They'll devour me, no doubt
Bloody rags and body bags
Fill them up with bones
Throw into a lake then
Sink it with some stones.
TiredI'm tired... i babysat today :iconss-wtf:More Like This
they were all like :iconexcitedplz:
and then five seconds later one of them went all :iconsadplz:
and i was like :iconss-horror:
and kareena was in the corner like :iconlalalaplz: :iconleleleplz:
but i also got to hang with Tony... and yes, there WAS alone time haha :iconpervyerzaplz:
Sick Of It AllThere's nothing that can change how I feelMore Like This
I'm just sick of it all
But hold on, the end is near
They don't understand how sick I am
Of this hell
I can still taste the poison
Of every breath I wasted here
But hold on, the end is near
But we're just sick of it all
They don't understand how sick we are
The end is soon to come
Soon we'll be free
But until then, we're trapped
And we're screaming out that we're
Sick of it all
Sick of it all
No one understands how sick we are
How sick we are
Of living in this hell
Someday the light will break through
And we'll be free
Hold on, the end is soon to come
There's nothing that can change how I feel
I'm just sick of it all
But hold on, the end is near
Love is HeartlessYour body against mine,More Like This
my heart drops
beneath the weight of your existence,
your hungry eyes gloss over my slender neck
and I can see us falling asleep in bath water
while fall flowers bloom with each breath,
I swear I've never felt this before,
if this isn't love, I don't know what is,
you cross my mind more than you don't
and my entire being hurts when we are apart,
for I want you everyday and each day after that,
I want to be able to fall asleep in your arms,
when I only ever wake to your shadow,
because the sun lives within your skin
and when I say I love you it feels like a sin,
the worst part is, I don't know if you even love me
or if you could even tell me such a thing,
but if you can, please don't hold back,
I want you more than any amount of words could ever explain,
if you were ten thousand light years away, I would still feel the same.
discussion with myself'it is time to sleep'More Like This
"this life is boring, it's not the life i want to lead"
'it is the easiest life for you, the life you must lead.'
"but it's not me, i want to have an adventure! kick people in the face! live a life full of fighting and romance and twist turns!"
'your life is not a book. you do what you have been told to do, you get what you have been given.'
"i don't want to be normal anymore! i don't want to wait for something to happen! i want to make it happen! I'm GOING to make it happen!"
'no you wont, your to lazy, to tired, and most importantly, your to afraid.'
"i wont be lazy any longer! if i'm tired i just have to wake up! and fear? i fear nothing! if death where to approach me right now i would take it's hand, shake it, and walk of with death into the sunset!"
'it is not death you fear, it is life. you fear so many little things, an adventure is not for you. you fear love, you fear the beast inside, you fear the crazyness creeping in, and most importantly you fear fear.
Coping MechanismsI sit at home.More Like This
Alone in the dark.
To memories of you
On replay in my head.
Clutching the sweatshirt
You left behind.
Every song playing on my iPod
Reminding me of you.
You go out.
With all of your friends.
You become inebriated
On the liquids you drink.
Trying to not think
About me or of us.
I think you somehow believe
It will make it better.
So much the same
Two entire worlds apart tonight.
am i alone?i just feel like sam i alone?More Like This
i just feel like screaming..
but i can't even do that.
i want to run away,but how can i?
his memory follows me everywhere...
i want to hide under warm covers
but it'll only remind me of his embrace..
i don't want to be alone
cause i'll break down and won't have the strength to get back up.
i made him a last promise to take care myself.
to do whats good for ME...only..
where do i go? how do i get there?
how can i leave this surrounding darkness?
who can i trust?
who even cares?
i'm actually alone, aren't i?
Nothing to See (Being Revised)I wouldn't have taken any notice if it hadn't been for the laughter. It wasn't merry or even cruel. It was the barbarous laughter of evil and vicious darkness and it chilled the marrow of my bones. Turning my head to look down the dim alley, I saw them: a semi-circle of four men focusing on their entertainment for the evening—namely, a fifth fellow and what I assumed was merely a cheap piece, some drugged up doxy earning a wage for her next fix.More Like This
Oh God, how I wish she had been a whore. Some pathetic moll who let herself be roughed up and down for a few bucks, but this was no whore. I wasn't innocent; I'd seen plenty of cocottes and the looks in their eyes that craved money or men or both and I'd witnessed the haunting desperation for something better, along with a resignation to what they had. This woman—so very young—this wasn't a two-bit cyprian, down on her luck, trying to make a dollar and feed a habit.
Bruises marred her
Words of Heart.Roses are Red.More Like This
Violets are Blue.
You might not be perfect but there's no one like you.
A daisy is white.
The grass is green.
I am captured in your ever glowing gleam.
Sunflowers are yellow.
Lavender is purple.
Never have I met something so subtle.
Caught in your gaze.
Relieved of the dark.
You and I, a journey we embark.
Your soul of purity.
And your heart of gold.
You to me, are very bold.
I love you for you.
You might love me for me.
I hope you feel the same way, don't you see?
It's time for me to go.
I wish you a good day.
Await my return, for I shall await your say.
The Music BoxThe music box is broken, mom.More Like This
I need that song to sleep.
It soothes my soul-
It calms my fears.
As the darkness crawls-
The music box is broken, mom
so please sing me a song.
I turn to you-
My ears are drawn,
but you're not here-
The music box is broken, mom.
The monsters want to eat me;
In fear, I shake
My music box needs fixing, mom
or I need someone to sing,
but the silence is 'consuming'-
I cannot hear a thing.
I try but can't find sleep, mom;
I just lie there all alone.
I clutch my broken music box.
In misery, I moan.
My music box is broken, mom.
I need its serenade,
but no one's here to help me.
I feel afraid-
Return to me and sing, mom,
gift me your 'melodies'..
Hum me out a tune, mom
and put my restless soul at ease.
A Break-Up Poem"We can still be friends."More Like This
So this is how the story ends?
Biggest lie you've ever told.
That line is getting old.
"It's not you, it's me."
What happened to we're meant to be?
I guess you've just changed.
When did your life get rearranged?
"We met each other at the wrong time."
Love doesn't need reason or rhyme.
I thought you believed in fate?
You shouldn't have asked me to date.
"We're in two different places right now."
You don't try to explain how.
Have I always held you back?
This relationship has a major crack.
"I'll always love you."
Not true or I'd have you.
So this is the good-bye.
At least now I know why.
Ever AfterAs children we believe in so many thingsMore Like This
That the world is full of magic and happy endings
We believe Santa brings us gifts and that the villains never win
And that one day we'll meet our very own prince charming
We believe that a fairy turns our teeth to money
And that we're given eggs of chocolate by an easter bunny
We believe that at the end of every rainbow
Is a little green leprechaun and pot full of money
As we grow older we start to realise
That the magic isn't real and that Santa was a lie
The fairies don't exist and a bunny doesn't bring us eggs
That in reality it's just our parents in disguise
We begin to see that the world isn't as we always thought
That not every single bad guy is always caught
That sometimes bad things can actually happen
And that money isn't everything and happiness can't be bought
So its only right that you should begin to question
That is a happy ending just another big deception
So we tell ourselves it's not worth believing
That there is no happy ever
I guaranteeIf my life was a movieMore Like This
oh if dreams came true
could I be the leading lady
so in love with you
I would tell you my secrets
wouldn't have to be afraid
despite all, you would love me
despite all, you would stay
I know I don't know you
you might not exist
I'll believe you are real
would I ever get kissed
Right now you're fantasy
Just a dream to me
But I'll recognise you when I meet you
that I'll guarantee
Why do I hurt? - A PoemWhy do I hurt, way deep down inside?More Like This
Why can't I count all the times that I've cried?
I'm not giving out, I'm not opening that door,
I just don't understand what life's worth living for.
There aren't enough words in the world to explain,
There's never enough to relieve all the pain.
I'm not giving up, I'm just wondering why,
When there's nothing to live for, why don't we all die?
There are answers out there that I just do not have,
But if I leave to go find them, could I ever come back?
I'm not giving in, I'm just wondering how,
Everyone else can live on with the way they are now?
Do they not care enough about why they're alive,
Or is it simply enough for them just to survive?
I'm not giving out, not yet and not soon,
I'm not that insane, I'm just simply confused.
I'm lost in the darkness, can't find my way home,
Because this life isn't worth it to live it alone.
I'm not giving up, when my life's on the line,
since these questions all seem to be answered in time.
So I'll wait and I'll
Giving InI crashed and burnedMore Like This
the same way one falls in love.
and then all at once.
It was subtle and cautious,
as it crept in.
It was just a lurking darkness,
Barely visible at all, nonetheless,
when the moment was right,
it swept in,
engulfing my entire world in black.
And since I was weak,
there was nothing that I could do,
so I let it take me.
Elegy for a DreamHow do dreams die?More Like This
Do they simply fade away,
Like fog after a rainy day?
Do they go out with a bang,
Like a shot heard around the world?
Do they go out with a whimper,
Like a wounded animal dying in a hidden hole?
How do dreams die?
Do they change until they are unrecognizable,
Like the evolution of life?
Do they corrupt and corrode,
Like death and decay?
Do dreams kill other dreams,
Like people kill other people?
How do dreams die?
Can they die with a person,
Never shared or known?
Can a dream become reality,
Before it dies?
Can reality be a dream,
Before it dies?
Envy or JealousyIs it envy or jealousy?More Like This
I could once call you mine
But that is true no longer;
Now you are hers.
I'm not sure even I
Can begrudge her
The pleasure that you are,
But I am not pleased.
So now here I sit,
Uncertain if I am mourning
Or our memories.
Is it envy or jealousy
That I feel right now?
I can't say you're mine,
But you can't say you're not.
First ImpressionsI remember the first time I met herMore Like This
a tower of books tucked under her chin
glasses sliding down her nose
that she wiggled like a hare's
I helped her carry the tower
to her brother's truck
him ever so persistent to return home
and her just happy to escape into literature
she slumped into the seat
the tower resting at her bare toes
she stuck out her hand
and told me her name
and laughed at the common of it
she would be a freshman after summer
same as me
her brother still urgent
had the engine roar to life
and drive away
her hand waving at me
with a broad smile bubbling over
that danced for me
and all I could think was
Love at first sight is real.
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.More Like This
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
.i feel nothingMore Like This
nothing takes its perch on my
arm in the morning
talons poking holes through
my tissue paper skin,
sits with me for breakfast
i see nothing in the mirror,
a dead-eyed frowning thing
nothing gives me a kiss goodbye and
says it will be here when
i get back
AnxietySometimes,More Like This
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is
You AreI am the moon,More Like This
And you are the sun,
I pale in comparison to you.
I am a student,
And you are a professor.
I cant keep up with you.
I am a snowflake,
And you are a blizzard,
I will never be like you.
I am a tree,
And you are a fire,
You can destroy me easily.
I am a star,
And you are the universe.
You are simply my everything.
august.they say thatMore Like This
but what really
destroys all these
brilliant young hearts
are those boys and
girls who make
pretty shirts and
slick ties out of our
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea waterMore Like This
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever andMore Like This
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
How to be Populardon’t talkMore Like This
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
.i unzippedMore Like This
a cloud and climbed
like a sleeping bag,
the silver lining
on my skin
felt rough and itchy,
i want to see you
make this one look
please sew me up
inside and let me drain
out when it rains,
i will be birthed
again as water
for the flowers and the soil
down below -
i think i lost
my train of thought
when it smashed right
through my temple,
i lay on the tracks and wait
for what i know
it brings to kill me, and
i'd hate to be
a cat and have to do it
eight more times
to get some peace,
i think i'd pick
a fight with a
drop down from next doors
roof into the
go sit in the road til she
calls me in
at night, what a fucking bore,
i'd like to know what
have to say -
and if i dont believe
how can i be scared
of going to hell,
i used to hope that time
me but he won't,
i know he's never
really liked me all
that much anyway, always
taking your side -
and now i only sleep in the
on nights i wi
royalty doesn't rotwasteland wayfarer,More Like This
unravel your utopias;
unwind your salt-licked
surface wounds like
you are brittle bones &
i am jejune -
"you're nothing but a burnout,
you backwater boy."
OSometimes I think about buyingMore Like This
a ring that represents forever
But who needs golden bands
when cold fingertips on my skin
draw eternity in shy circles
.she calls down angelsMore Like This
just to burn their
to see them rise then
fall, those flailing
she tells them, this
is what it's like
to be human
and they say judgement
will arrive for you, my
girl, you will be
cleansed by burning
and i strike another match
Not A Pipe DreamI am living in the shadow of my potentialMore Like This
And lately patience seems to be in short supply
While expectation overflows in abundance
Pipe dream, is it not enough that I have tried?
No, I can not accept that you are a failure
The words you chose were ever so carefully placed
It should be of no importance whatsoever
If the message conveyed was not to their taste
I am living in the shadow of my potential
I’m in utero but I will be somebody soon
Burst through these rusty pipes that corrode my dreams
And flood the floor of my creative womb
May I suggest that you are already someone
And that each stroke you paint is as desired
From your cold creative heart to your burning hand
It’s no concern of yours if it doesn’t catch fire
and we'll rotoh, poet boy,More Like This
you are not
or honey bones
& you have only
ever been a god
inside of your own head
CapriciousWords have becomeMore Like This
tasteless to me,
like rotten apples
fit for the worms.
it feels as
though I am
pirouetting my way through
a ballroom full of
tongues made for poetry.
wicked witch when
you need one?
All I seem to do is
dream while I'm awake and,
if we're being honest,
I was never much of an alluring tale
in the first place.
StorytellerStorytellerMore Like This
tell me a story.
A fable of wisdom
or a tale of glory.
Sing me a song
of dreams and
Stories of kingdoms rising
and worlds going under.
Draw me a picture
with colours so bright
and spin me a fairytale
to dream of tonight.
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,More Like This
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,
You are StrongYou are so, so strong.More Like This
Whatever you’re going through,
Just keep on
The time it takes
Might be short or long,
But you will find
That perfect place
Where you belong.
Just hold on.
You.You were NovocainMore Like This
to my veins,
but what was left
strandsher long blonde hairMore Like This
I used to be happy
to find them
I forgotI used to loveMore Like This
I used to dream
I used to hope
But I forgot
I need something
To remind me of these beautiful things
For a shard of happiness
So I can love again
-lonelinessMore Like This
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:More Like This
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
RosieThere was a girl who wandered off...More Like This
She never came back,
Even when the skylight turned black
There was worry, there was fear
But the town accepted
The truth was here
A cold case
A story for no one to hear
Day after day the autumn grows dark
The town, the people, the flowers in the park
All had dread for good news might never come
Dead in the ground?
Where has she gone?
But it all went by, one cry at a time
Only aged 11 ,but did it matter?
Her family was shattered
Every day was the same despair
But there was a boy who actually cared
He took flight on his red bicycle and didn't stop
He got to her house and his heart dropped...
He couldn't believe
He felt deceived
But he won't let this be
He ran to the woods
Which no one should enter
he was brave and clever
He ran fast
He ran fierce
He yelled out loud
The woods were cold
All were dead, even sound
His voice was the on
ThinkYou say I`m cold.More Like This
You say I don`t want to be friends.
You say I keep to the shadows.
You say I don`t like people.
You say I`m weird.
I`m not cold, I`m shards of a person.
I`d love to be friends, but I`m scared.
I keep to the shadows to stay out of sight.
I like people but I can`t trust them.
Would you be warm if you`d been broken?
Would you be friendly if stabbed in the back?
Would you walk in light if darkness surrounded you?
Would you like people who made you want to die?
Would you be different?
Before you judge, make an effort to see.
Surfaces have depths, people have sadness beneath.
unfilterediMore Like This
i’d tell you I hated you
if you had a voice or a face,
or any sense of tangibility aside
from the spider fingers you use
to crawl through my brain
you are not beautiful, like
all the other poets protest. you
are the red in my eye, like
a pen bled; the ragged to
my fingernails, the hitch of my breath
when it catches in my throat.
before i go, i’ll write a million letters (a million
pennies for my thoughts, bitter, embedded
under my tongue) and send them to people
i’ve never met, telling them how my eyes were blue
when i was little but now are the same gray
i’m choking on, how i am maddie and how that’s short
for a name i was never graceful enough for, how
i tell myself stories of lives i’ll never live so i
can go to sleep
because when i’m really gone, that’s all that’ll be left
(it’s funny what people
try to justify with words)
you never loved me,
you selfish thing, i wonder why
i wasted so many nights relivin
IntroductionsHear me read itMore Like This
I take my valium with cola, I'm a very complex lady.
Full of contradictions. I sometimes always answer vaguely.
If you ask me how I am, you better know I'll always lie
and if I fall in love with you, you're probably gonna die.
Life's not always kind to me, I try to stay upbeat
but please don't ask me how I am if I cry in the street.
I don't like to be looked at, I hate to be ignored,
I'm right, you're wrong, so be prepared for a broken record.
I stick up for the little guy, unless that guy is me
and if I do you a favour then I'd never charge a fee
I'm really bad at rhyming, but I think you kinda guessed
whoops, I'm sorry, backtrack now, I guess that I transgressed.
I'm sugarly sweet but bitter, I think that hope's a noose
I'm funny and outgoing, but somehow a recluse.
People mistake sweetness for weakness, I tell them I don't mind
I can run rings around you without being unkind.
Generally I'd have to say, I'm not my bigges
pretty little poet fingersfabricated gods rest between theMore Like This
languid crevices of
her fingertips, scribbling profanities
all over her skin.
she's just mismatched bones
& blue bruises, telling of forbidden
love through archaic letters.
a tongue made for
wanderlust, & eyes made
for the stars,
even the devil fears her.
polyester tastes like silencea blend of fibersMore Like This
twists around my insides
and juts from my lips.
this is how they silenced me.
they wrapped my bones in gauze
the squeaky, tell-all bits of me;
i am a doll.
i am a doll
made of tin-can, rust-ridden joints
and wide, murky-water eyes.
my skin is the color of negligence
from sun-scars and
my ocean hair smells of salt and weeds.
i am the once comforting thing
you throw in the wash that gets lumpy
and disfigured and
you slowly lose comfort
in my misshapen seams
(but i will always hold your secrets
beneath the muffled mess of me).
Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.More Like This
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?
Distorted.I hear things.More Like This
in my head.
Pupils dilate like wormholes.
I am catatonic.
I am wrong inside.
Ship of the DamnedHe was beyond mad as we sailed into the pale,More Like This
the spirits howled amid the fog,
their screams set our nerves on edge
but we were cast adrift, the forever lost,
my captain lies, fallen cold and dead,
but still his ship sails through the dark seas,
unforgiving like an apparition, and we are left in
his quest to seek after the sublime,
his body stiff, with that mad, mad grin
frozen in rigor upon his face, and his eyes,
we can only wonder, do they stare into the depths
of some hellish abyss?
Blood on Your handsI have come one last time to bleed.More Like This
Don't want your heart, your pity.
Just to show to you your work.
Return your words, your weapons.
The tear in my heart, scared over.
But I have come to you to bleed.
Not to talk, or your pity.
I take the weapon, not words.
Scared open, my heart ripped out.
One last time I come to bleed.
Graduation DayGraduation Day:More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
One touchOne touch,More Like This
My world does spin.
In a simple grin.
Your touch takes me higher,
Building a blazing fire.
The moment our lips meet,
I can feel your loves heat.
The way you smile at me,
Sets my very soul free.
My love for you,
Is simple and true.
My need for you,
Is desperate and true.
KnifeRemember that little humanMore Like This
boy who couldn't read aloud -
who couldn't hold a pen
because his slick corn oil skin
kept sliding past itself?
Boy, oh, boy.
And he was born a hundred
years too late for his cowboy
dreams. He rides herd on the
maybes and the somedays.
He sang a knife song - one
that sliced up the rigid spines
of teachers and parents alike
and parted them before him
like God-spoken seas.
Deft elision somewhere between
his teeth and tongue, lyrical, his
words in other men's mouths.
Knife song honed with lime,
polished with manteca.
I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:More Like This
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.
Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.
Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.
And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013
Sunset on DreamsShades of grey-blue arise,More Like This
And breaking through the clouds
Traces of red;
A long lost passion that died too soon.
Traces of pink;
A sweetness that too quickly became bitter.
And traces of yellow.
An impeccably placed golden,
that struggles to break free...
Like a hope sruggling to stay alive,
Clinging to dreams,
Attached to a shoe string,
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
A lousy person like you should just go die!
okay, fine! I will...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
EscapeTurn up the music,More Like This
drown out the world.
Close my eyes,
I'm just a girl.
So many memories,
such and odd past.
But we all know,
the past doesn't last.
Sometimes I question,
the cards given to me,
but this dealer's
when I'm bluffing,
and he'll call me out.
I'll raise my voice,
but then he'll just shout,
"You wanna give up?
You don't wanna play?
Now playing means
you'll go deeply insane."
I'll sink in my chair,
turn the music up more.
Try and block out
but the memories
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger: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
She Dreams Of LeavingShe sits there by the window.More Like This
She stares out into the world.
Something she does every day.
She wonders how her life could be different.
She wishes she could get away.
She wishes that peace could be made.
She wants to leave this place and never come back.
She wants to explore this big old world.
But how could a girl of 17 want such things.
People would always say oh she's young,
She doesn't know what she wants.
But she does know what she wants.
She feels as though the people around her
Do not understand her.
They don't know her.
They will never understand what she wants.
She doesn't fit in with them here.
She just knows that she has to get out of here.
She's going to leave everything behind,
So she can have a new life.
She dreams of leaving this place,
And never come back.
Anywhere in the world
Is better than here.
I Deserve BetterWhat did I do to deserve such hate?More Like This
You tell me that I'm no good,
But then you say you love me.
How can that be?
You're tearing me apart
Before my very eyes.
How do I know what is right,
When everything you do is wrong?
I never hurt you,
But yet you make me cry.
You're taking my heart,
And breaking it piece by piece.
I don't deserve this,
And I shouldn't love you.
But the truth is I do.
I can't change what had been done,
But I can change how my future plays out.
I don't deserve such hate.
I am better than this,
And you know it too.
So take this knife out of my back,
And set me free,
Because I want my heart and soul back
Where it belongs.
I deserve so much more,
And I am going to get what I want.
I will be free from this prison,
And I will return home safe and sound.
As for you,
I could care less what happens to you.
Love LiesLove lies.More Like This
And I was never in love.
I will deny it every time you ask.
I will say "No."
I will say "It didn't mean anything."
I will say "I'm fine."
In your fingertips as you trace
The curves of my body,
Memorizing every turn.
And I was happy.
But suddenly I'm screaming and
Holding my head in my hands
Because I can't remember how to breathe.
And I'm pounding my dashboard because
I can't handle listening to this song anymore.
But I don't like the silence.
And I didn't ask for this.
I didn't mean to spit my heart out so close
To your feet because you keep stepping on it,
And I don't think you even realize it.
I don't want to lean into your words
As they fall from your soft lips
Because I know that they're false.
And it makes me angry as hell.
I guess what I'm saying is:
I don't need you.
I don't want you.
I was never yours.
And I was never in love.
I will deny it every time you ask.
I will say "No."
I will say "It didn't mean
I don't get itIt's kinda funny,More Like This
the way when you think something is going so well,
and then everything
a p a r t.
I know it's the way life works,
but I still don't understand it,
and quite frankly,
I find it unfair.
how can something so p e r f e c t,
so amazing, just
Midnight HourAt nigh the midnight hourMore Like This
I thought high upon my life,
'twas there that I found
the reason for my strife.
I tried to explain it
yet not a word came close
to the sweet surrender of the sin-
what held my heart morose.
Lest it be pulled from me
I locked my lips in chain-
hoping I might lose the key
and pray chance, never speak again.
But not another night has passed
I have spent relinquished of the power
that dwells with me-from that night-
nigh upon the midnight hour.
SpecialIts not a traditional courtshipMore Like This
and the timing was slightly off
Such is this unorthodox relationship
but it made us happy and tough
Against the trials that would break others
we fought through it all where it matters
and yes we argue as well time and again
but we mend ourselves as much as we can
There are even times when we are truly tested
when times arises and that we were surely tempted
but even though we faltered and at a time I failed
this didn't stop the beating of the love that we made
All of the tears from good and bad
all of the memories we cherish that I had
wouldn't happen if everything came out accordingly
so screw the norms cause we'll be as we should be
In each others arms knowing what's wrong from right
choosing when to yield and when to fight
making us stronger than the finest metal
such is our love, made so very special
In and OutSomeday i'll find you againMore Like This
Listen up, I won't forget you yet
You're halfway out the door
My heart's achin' sore
Why do you leave?
Can't you come back again, again?
I'm halfway out the window now
I see your truck down the block
You're halfway out the door
Please come back to me now
You turn your head sideways
Why is my heart doin' these dances?
Can't you keep yourself still
Not halfway in
I'm always right behind you
But seems like you're a mile away
But not here to stay
I'm halfway in
You're halfway out
If we ever meet in the middle
I can show you out into
Deadly RoomDing the clock strikes midnight.More Like This
Check under your beds,
check in your closets
Make sure your toys are in
a large circle to protect you.
The monsters will get naughty
little children in their sleep.
Ones who don't misbehave
and don't listen.
Stay as quiet as a mouse.
When you walk on your floor.
Your room is not the safest place.
It's full of secrets and fears.
A place where monsters lurk and creep.
the blood red moon
shines through your window.
It's a sign that the monsters
time to rule your dreamworld.
Freddy Krueger has come to play
your life will stop in your dreams
by his deadly claws.
Tortured GirlIn the deep dark forest.More Like This
Cries and screams
are all that can be heard.
Hush my girl
I know what's best.
Like a caged bird,
trapped forever more.
Your beautiful white dress
is stained with blood.
You run and run,
but all you find is a closed door.
Your tears have started a flood.
at every turn.
They cheer and clap at your pain.
The flame it burns you.
Your body is bounded by chains.
You are a tortured girl,
longing to see your true love again.
They say you have a evil soul.
They think your love for him was a sin.
But your love for him made your heart whole once again....
WerewolvesSmooth quiet winds,More Like This
shining stars so high above us.
The night is about to begin,
right before our gentle eyes.
Sweet sounds enchanting us tonight,
A thick dark forest,
home to many more.
Wolves howl at the full moon.
Their scary eyes ever so sharp!
Crimson colored blood stains the green grass.
Frighten villager chase the wolves.
But the clever wolves will always win.
How you may ask?
It's simple my dear,