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Dreams Of MarriageBeggars can't be choosersMore Like This
but I choose to refuse to beg
for the parts of your heart
that you keep locked up with rusted link chains
and a padlock where the entry hole
has been shit in and left to dry seal.
Can't you see that an ugly moth
is a beautiful butterfly
once you bounce into the heat of a light bulb at the same time,
you don't need to be cocooned to fall in love with me
but no-one likes to fall unless they are suicidal,
or a cat wanting to get out of a tree.
There was a time when you
would have to marry your brother
or the golden boy of a rival tribe
to keep them sweet,
but now that you have freedom of choice
don't
AchieveDo Not Tell Me What I Cannot AchieveMore Like This
If you can be aware of your limitations
then you can abandon them,
if two plus two
can equal four
then can it not equal five
the sky can be green
and we don't have to walk
we could fly!
Can We Move On YetHow do you do/When I open up to you/Do you even listen/Do you even care/When I talk in despair?More Like This
What will be said/When we meet yet again/Are there tears of joys/Sobs of regret/Can we move on yet?
Can we cope/With this space between us both/Do you miss me/Do you wish me there/In your ever passing glare?
Is this the end/Can we even be friends/Are there tears of joys/Sobs of regret/Can we move on yet?
The Meaning Of LifeI found God and he spoke the words to me, Escape Escape, Choose your roads and be a man, Be a man my son, Ignore time and cherish love because life doesn't last quite as long as you would want. I found God and he covered my eyes, told me to follow my heart, listen to the drumming thud and I will never need a map and I will never be lost because I am found in the feeling of love. I found God and he cradled me into the arms of an angel, In the eyes of a mother, In the kiss of a lover, In the ink of a letter, In your mind for the rest of your life. I found God and he sighed with regret, We are found in the signatures on marriage certificates, InMore Like This
Forgive Us For We Have SinnedThe covers of trees sway under the friction of aircraft, Shadows of the forest bustle like a busy Victorian high street, Black smoke forms a cist over the sky, And the helpless sit; rocking themselves desperately to sleep.More Like This
Café crockery shudders like a frightened rabbit in the headlights of a machine, The man-made take their place as a thin dust lining on plant seeds, Rain becomes an act of washing away the pain; And the helpless sit; rocking themselves desperately to sleep in the midst of the algae.
The old oak grows again through the debris of an old world war two machine teaching us how destructive God can be.
Please forgive me.
Silent MoviesThe sky was red, a murderous seeping blood red that George had not seen previously. This was the first morning that he could honestly say that he felt endangered by the sea and he knew that if he were to die today, that it would not be pretty. There would be no silently sinking through the depths like a Laurel and Hardy movie - This would be ultra violence, kicking and screaming for just a few more seconds of the fisherman bliss.More Like This
His trail of thought slithered away as the wind picked up pace racing around his antique mast, he could feel the boat see-saw but it was the vicious crack of wood splitting that worried him most. How would he get ho
Fur Is MurderKilling fashion with a corkscrew and wineMore Like This
Rewriting barcodes with fast food and pints,
Please mind the gap; God forbid you fall on the line
A crime against fashion; A crime for design.
Stop
Drop
Rock 'n' roll
Modelling fur is destroying your soul.
Killing catwalks with exhaustion and coke
choking a model by the gold of her throat,
Please change your clothes as we change our sweatshop lines
slitting throats and staining coats to keep with the times.
Stop
Drop
Rock 'n' roll
Modelling fur is destroying your soul.
Burning Slowly In The SeaChildren and their icecream facesMore Like This
Sunshine at the sunburn races,
Heavenly afterglow
You burn too long; You burn like hell
Beach rugs and sandy blankets
Won't protect the swell,
Rays on the duvet of the sea
Mirroring the orange to the blue and green,
We're all just particles of vitamin D
Relatively; you and me,
Burning slowly in the sea.
Memories of WarMemories of War:More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
BelovedBeloved:More Like This
Perfectly pleasant
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Sensual TortureSensual Torture: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 appe
CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cageMore Like This
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free
My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away
What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me
what will come tomorrowA darkness is stirringMore Like This
Inside of me
I struggle from it
But I cant break free
Horrors are abundantly
I lose all I ever held dear
Fading from this world that grows
As my mind wanders with shadows
Peace is something foreign to me
A life of hardships is what I lead
I never seem to be enough
Who thought love would be so tough
Broken mirrors and picture frames
Somehow it is all I blame
I know that something more is left
Other than a quiet death
A surrender, A return to sender
I've been on a bender
And I cant seem to stop these tears
From ringing every fear I have
Bringing it to light and then
Making them my only friend
Braking what little I love
Turning the TurmoilIt seems fate has turned a deft ear to meMore Like This
And the distant moon is my only company
Longing for what was once mine
Looming over all the lost time
Embracing what little I have left
As the sands of time shift
I notice that I am not alone
My troubles are how I atone
For the sins and struggles I've caused others
The sadness of friends, both daughters and mothers
My punishment is simple
I know the wrong I've done
Karma is so fickle
And it's no longer fun
Winning is not the only way
After all, we all die alone
So on that solemn day
Remember you should have known
Rain droplets fall from my ball cap
And the wind is firmly in my back
Remembering wh
Unnamed poem, a few years oldSomeone carved you from stone,More Like This
long, long ago,
breathed life into you,
but your heart remained cold.
You held your wrist to me,
you handed me a gift,
I pulled the ribbon
and you pulled the strings.
In you, I saw salvation,
every day you drank my blood
until I'd almost turned to dust,
we ate the powder from the others.
Every time, I bit my lip,
every single time I twitched,
you touched me with your marble hands,
you stole a little more of my soul.
Who knew you'd turn out to be the devil?
Who knew you were the snake?
You flicked your forked tongue inside my mouth,
my nose was bleeding as my brain rolled
back into my head
a
For the Love of YouI've been called a liarMore Like This
I've been called a cheat
I've tasted victory
And through up defeat
I've been to the mountain tops
I've walked in the sea
Nothing will ever stop
This feeling in me
I've been known as an angel
I've been called a saint
I'm usually humble
I've cleaned the slate
I've moved on
I've lived in the past
I've carried a ton
Of pains that last
I'm done feeling sorry
I'm done saying it too
I did all I did
For the love of you
Phantoms of the pastPhantoms of the pastMore Like This
Shadows of a dream
Creep around each corner
Each gust of wind
And every stream
So stay strong in your journey
Stay true to your path
Never take your eyes off gold
Or you'll forever be stuck in aftermath
Words float on the air
Like the dreams of a heart
Hold tight to those thoughts
Or your wold may fall apart
Be honest with yourself
And never bite off more than you can chew
Be mindful of your health
And rejoice what you've been through
Hearts are eggshells
They must break to be enjoyed
Sometimes even feeling hell
Can somehow fill the void
We learn from what ills us
And go on to become better
Don't fall prey to lust
A
Grandfather ClockThe little room smells of oilsMore Like This
And paint drying to the sound
Of classical piano melodies
Splashed onto canvases
The old stories of a past life
Tall tales of naughty boys
And mischeviously smiling, beheaded men
Galloping on ghostly white steads
Through the blackest small town nights
The grandfather clock creaks the minutes
And chimes half hours of forgotten glory
I am enveloped in an embrace of sweet tobacco
And ink-stained hands heal
Silly childhood scrapes and scratches
Porridge filled nostrils smile sleepily
The world outside still sleeps
While small hands devour buttered sugar love
The oxygen tank hums
The grandfather clo
StatuesqueAn arctic wind blows across your cheeksMore Like This
Biting at your lips
With the malicious hunger of prohibited lovers
The beads of ice wound your fingertips
While you reach through an abyss
That extends between reveries and truth
Dread surges through your veins
Liquid nitrogen coolly desiccates your blood
Now too effortlessly shattered
By the meagre graze of stretching fingers
Innocently exchanging pleasantries
While smoke curls slowly into the deepening sky
The tempest picks up your anticipation in the gale
And twirls it away in a bruising hurricane
Clutching tightly like a jealous child with a first doll
While the scampering of leaves t
Like A . .Like a broken branchMore Like This
I lay here
Remembering the days we were once whole
Like a pebble
I wait
To the ends of time to become sand
Like the moon
I follow
My one and only sunshine
And like a man
I break down
Sometimes
Like a man
I can cry
And like a man
I have needs
Some come easily
But then again
Like a man
I smile usually
For a while
Let you use me
Like a child
I'm bruised and broken
But not outspoken
And as a token
Of my good will
I know the truth in your eyes
And the tears that you hide
And the pain that you feel
I really do
Because I feel It too.
Just Be You!I walk quietlyMore Like This
Carrying a brick
I don't let
Stereotypes stick
I wear plaid shirts
With a pinstriped hat
People double take
But whats wrong with that
I say hello
When you say goodbye
That's me being formal
I'm a little left of normal
When I swing a bat
I spin all the way around
Laughing and smiling
As I lay on the mound
I guess I am weird
Or that's what they say
Life's to short
To be worried all day
The resistance is persistence
And the moisture's in the air
Everything is eventual
So proceed with care
Words are but letters
And letters but signs
It takes a few well placed words
To create delicate rhymes
We all
Foam OverI know her secret:More Like This
she has no bile
or sweat or blood.
She's just cloth draped over
soft cloth, it is what
the edges of my hands remember,
recanting dreamily to each other.
I have made her dirty with affection.
We both are waiting for sunshine
to foam over the hills.
If you lay down in the park long enough,
someone will pick you up. Even without hope,
someone will pick you up. Even without hope,
someone will not let you lie there and burn.
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...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
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.More Like This
Don't move.
Don't think.
Don't dream.
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't cry.
Don't laugh.
Don't smile.
Don't frown.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
Don't breathe.
Don't exist....
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
FirewalkerHere's the first thing you need to know: Trust falls are bullshit.More Like This
Count to three, fall backwards, let some guys catch you, and all the sudden you're the best of fucking friends. Standing there, back to a crowd of IT guys, HR guys, PR guys, any group of guys you can stick a two-letter acronym in front of, waiting for the over-paid motivational speaker to count to three before you lean backwards off that little platform and end the night laughing over canned fruit punch and plastic-wrapped crackers. You don't need to trust anyone for that.
Trust falls are a fucking camp game.
If you really trust someone, you'll be perfectly fine being in
expectationI am not ready to grow up,More Like This
but dissonant chords, memento mori,
and the date of my birth
clamour at my senses
abusive, aggressive, morose -
I wonder how other people
put childish notions away
in order to be polished,
in order to be sophisticated,
in order to feel the same
and
I wonder
why they want to.
A Liquid StateIt's rainingMore Like This
hard,
just outside
the window,
pleading
to get in
as the people
on the
roads are
soaking
running
covering
their heads;
protecting
the water
in their bodies
from the water
in the rain.
HumanIt was at a rest areaMore Like This
east of Naples, too hot
for the bugs
but not for the people.
A small crowd of cameras
sunglasses
flesh, huddles over
the boardwalk.
Red, blistered skin,
overweight
I doubt they care,
and their daughters are
unattractive, or maybe
it's the light.
You see
too much.
A congregation of peeling skin
over the water,
searching for alligators
and
calling them crocodiles.
The Mountains Past ChinaTibet is still a partMore Like This
of China.
But we forgot about
all that.
Now the kids have guns
in Africa,
and I hardly have the energy
to even save
myself.
routinei want to write something bitter,More Like This
sour and acidic,
like the first
s h u d d e r
after a taste of lemon;
i want to write of how you
kill me with every breath,
every kiss,
every sporadic,
treasured touch
i want to spill words onto the page
like ink out of a broken bottle,
i want to stab and wound with the fragments;
sear, scratch, pierce
but when i bring you to my mind,
i cannot conjure anger,
nor passion;
only a cloud of sadness
i am unable to shake.
there are no nightmares
lingering here;
only long forgotten dreams.
communicateit took a thousand paper planesMore Like This
to defeat the silence;
aching through stubbornly
vacant ephemera,
( but nothing lasts forever -
the world is quick to remind you )
it took a hundred thousand questions
to produce this listless answer
yet still you are insatiable
incorrigible, glorious and true
in your imperfections
and so you dance, alone
unfettered in the dusk,
pirouettes in the dust; for
there is no-one left
to whisper with you
anymore
Never Ending CycleGrey in grey they rush along,More Like This
Hopeless, lifeless, old and worn.
And cowering in the corners sit
The poorest of the poorest.
They had no light, no hope, no future,
When suddenly out of the shadows
A lonely voice, soft but stubborn
Begins and new, inspiring song:
Colour fades and flowers die,
They won't re-bloom much as you try.
Forget the old, embrace the new,
And join me in my cheerful tune!
Ignored, unheard the song begins,
But confident it stays,
Singing softly, singing on,
Until another voice joins in.
See the light I will create,
A world of laughter, free of hate!
Join my song and share my desire,
Spread this song as f
To Be Alive"To Be Alive"More Like This
To be forgotten; to be left alone
To have seen so many people come and go
To be unable to recognize his own home
To want to wander when there is nowhere to roam
To cherish every memory that he can
To have lost the race before it began
To have such a longing for the past
To wish that certain moments would always last
To never know what it feels like to be alive
To always leaving as soon as he arrives
To watch the streets change before his eyes
To never have gotten used to saying goodbye
To appreciate every puff of a cigar
To take in the beauty of waves crashing and strums of a guitar
To be quiet; to be humbled
Why I Write"Why I Write"More Like This
I tried to cover my darkest parts
With compound words and works of art
But no matter how much I change
My destiny will remain the same
Writing down elusive nightmares
Drawing monsters and evil to share
In the midst of the night during rain and hail
I found a way to release pain and exhale
I found a way so when I'm alone
To the eyes of others I can show
Hoping maybe to receive some compassion
For all the misery and woes that have happened
Isn't that why we paint?; isn't that why we write?
Trying to find solace in the air of the night
While others look on and may be amused
I continue confused; my soul has been bru
Passionate SovereigntyI'm so tired of writing love stories;More Like This
when I've not had one of my own.
I'm so weary of pretending I'm beautiful;
when my looks could turn a man to stone.
I'm so fatigued waiting for my prince;
when I'm not even a princess.
I'm so sick of pretending to be a siren;
when I could barely pass for an enchantress.
I'll tear down this repulsive prison of a
castle
they call the mind,
brick by hideous brick;
and write my own fairytale at last.
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every mon
Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:More Like This
You're tired, unable to create anything.
You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!
Why won't these words come together?
"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."
Yet the solution is fairly simple...
I'm showing it to you now;
Break up your ideas, smaller sized.
They come together, like in Tetris.
Rotate the blocks; shape your art.
Draw chibis and stick figures too.
Instead of epics, try a haiku.
How about a six word story?
If your mind is blocked, overheated.
Let it cool; take it slow.
By attempting all the smaller things,
Your art is sure to grow.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:More Like This
We are dreamers, we humans.
We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...
We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.
I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.
How many times have I been saved by others?
When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expe
The feelings I can't expressTimes like this when I can’t find the rights words.More Like This
Times like this when I find myself crying.
As I have no way to express.
But this pencil twirling in my hand.
Sometimes I’ll make art, and proudly show it.
Sometimes I’ll make shit, and quickly destroy it.
With either I find they both seem to end in the same way.
With a simple message, strewed through long and tedious words.
That could be said much simpler, and probably has.
But still I say it, for it’s all I have.
AbsenceShe used to lie awake all nightMore Like This
consuming letters with voracity;
it was the utopian lair she created
to slip away from the turbulent world.
Only too soon she learned
that you can't always hide
within parchment crevices.
(reality always finds you)
Even now, when she yearns to fall between printed canyons,
she can't help but curse those passive and lethargic days;
"It's too damn easy to fall in love with words on a page."
Stronger"Stronger"More Like This
How does it feel to be erased?
How does it feel to be replaced?
Consumed by your inborn hate
You've made your grave in a lonesome fate
How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
How does it feel to stumble and crawl?
Not such a nice feeling now, is it?
Others may deem you as quite pathetic
I don't need your filth, your shame, your lies
And I found in time I did survive
I'm stronger now because I don't allow
People to walk over or break me down somehow
I don't need your trust, your eyes, your games
And in the end it was really such a shame
But I refuse to relate to the same mistakes
I don't allow myself to ache or break
I feel s
As I FallThe world is spinningMore Like This
Faster and faster with each breath I take
I can't think clearly
And although I'm still on my feet
The illusions of falling are so real
I stumble around like a drunk
Yet I look like I'm in control
Each time I think it's gone
It rushes back at me at full force
Pushing me around and everything is spinning
I can't do anything to stop it
Except prepare myself for the fall
Curtain Call“Curtain Call”More Like This
On a corner of a block lies a theater with a stage
For twenty dollars audiences sit like mice in a cage
Watching actors personify characters they are not
Understanding metaphors and subtle nuisances in plots
Except for this play the actors have vanished
Craving an encore the audience is famished
The actors have taken leave; the director walked out the door
The orchestra section is empty for they will play no more
There is no phantom; there is no opera
The sopranos can not sing; the tenors concur
The scripts are ripped, the actors have no direction
The villains have quit for they lack motivation
The curtains
Gone...The days go on and still nothing has changedMore Like This
Although times are different
I remain stuck here
In a bloody battle to the death
Where not even the sharpest sword is enough
To fight off the deceiving words of the past
I continue to defend my life
If it can be called that
But no matter how hard I try
It is not good enough
I am losing
Drowning and I can't find myself
The insults flood over me and pull me under
Like a riptide dragging me out to sea
Where I will be abandoned, neglected
By all those that I thought cared
They have betrayed me
The realization cuts deep into my skin
And my wounds pour scarlet into the dark water
I scr
WinterthingWinter does a thing to you, makes a thing of you,More Like This
shells you from the worldly smells and pulls you under
heavy blankets of dark and snow.
Nothing is as real
as the dreams you cut your sun-shaped holes in
when the light is out.
Let's sleep together, everyone.
By the fire, by moon.
Let's sleep together.
if you were expecting an average womanI will disappoint you.More Like This
I will disappoint you
the way a movie disappoints you
when neither the beginning nor the end
pulls you in, and you wish you hadn't seen it
but something within you keeps watching
because the plot makes you think,
makes you question, makes you uncomfortable
as you sit there, comfortably situated
between your thoughts of who I am
and what a "lady" is.
I will disappoint you
with the way I serve my words up
sizzling with sass and sarcasm
and how I won't say sorry for them,
won't listen when you tell me how to act.
I burn the bandwagons
that drive by, beckoning,
because I prefer to build my own
and rid
NecromancyShe replaces her wristsMore Like This
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
don't-touch-me's
-
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
de
cipher
me.
-
She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.
-
But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
supernova heart.
you're crumblingyou are a writer and you want to tell me a story but youMore Like This
are the worst kind of writer because you're too busy
scribing as you go to feel your heels catch the air.
you are a tailor walking down the street
and unpicking seams just to prove you know how.
i thought you were writing a romance,
until i noticed that you were writing a tragedy.
or maybe just a horror.
i thought i was the vampire in your
universe, i thought you'd take your inky fingers
and put me down as interesting and sharp
carve me out of cobwebs and silently
fall in love with me
i thought you were writing about me. well,
it's too late now. i'm writing about me, and
MonsterI've been trapped in silence for so longMore Like This
Unable to explain all that is wrong
Trying so hard to escape the monster within
No matter what, it can't be forgiven
In the midst of it all, a riot breaks out
Peace seems impossible not to doubt
I'm at war with myself and I no longer know why
I don't even remember hearing a battle cry
Invisible creature with talons so sharp
Eyes glittering with hatred and that's only the start
I know I will be defeated
History will only continue to be repeated
I am blinded as the lightning flashes
Frozen, as the Devil dances in the ashes
The storm's cruel laugh cheers him on
Another chance that has come
Each DayEach day is an opportunityMore Like This
Filled with hope and sunlight
Shining through my window
I begin to feel confident
As the light slowly brightens the room
But as the day drags on
My confidence sinks lower
And today becomes yesterday
The pain more unbearable
And my heart wails aloud
My steps become slower
As I force myself forward
The weight of the world on my shoulders
I grunt with effort
But keep my head held high
Finally I can take no more
And crumple to the ground
My tired body trembling
Sad music fills my ears
As tears begin to escape my eyes
Silently, my heart cries out
Engulfed in more than my own pain
As I lie, locked in
Tallmy words are green tonightMore Like This
written in the air in a neon glow
standing on the corner in the snow
reciting poetry from memory
i feel very tall
there is power in words
and tonight i'm in control
looming large and strong and
razor sharp
and feeling very tall
have i had too much? no,
just enough to clearly see
my shoulders are straight, my
head held high
speaking green words
and very, very tall
Walking EndlesslyWalking endlessly,More Like This
in a twisted road.
I smile weakly,
As my tears become the crystal clear rain in the sky.
Never giving care,
I stare at people around me.
Some are real, the others just illusion.
And I…
I am glad I am leaving this all behind.
Melodies in my head,
I sing a song of love and joy.
The tunes become the beauty of life,
The beauty, which only I will understand.
With no regrets,
I have eaten the apple,
I have died many times,
I have shed so many tears,
With knowing that,
All of this will make me stronger than ever.
I now laugh at those who made me weaker,
Who stabbed the knife in my heart.
Let them rot in
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsMore Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But l
Let Me Down GentlyI never said I was an angel,More Like This
rather,
I'm a feather on its wing,
so when you let me drift
on the next western current,
let me fall slowly down,
d
r
i
f
t
i
n
g.
I promise I'll land softly,
though you will not find me
where you left me.
All women are:All women are:More Like This
ANNOYING
Women are really annoying. No matter their personality, one way or another they ARE annoying. But still it is almost impossible for a man to live without this "irritation" in his lifetime. Even if men say you're annoying, you can be absolutely sure that he loves to be irritated by you.
By: Sasuke
Troublesome
Women are all equal. All women are problematic. It just changes the level of problems that each one has. You just can't distinguish if they're B.F.F. or archrivals. One way or another, a woman always causes problems, not just for one special man, but to ALL men around h
Christmas CaloriesTitle: Christmas CaloriesMore Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Santa OR the Weight Watchers franchise. I do, however, own Naruto. Stick that in your corn-cob pipe and smoke it.
Rating: G ( K ) – Even I can't mess up a story about Christmas cookies...sheesh, people.
Spoilers: SANTA ISN'T REAL!! (Naw, I'm just kiddin'...he totally is.)
Challenge: Write a Christmas-themed drabble in 20 minutes or less. (ie, the amount of time it takes to bake a batch of sugar cookies.)
Summary: "Santa will be just fine. Since he's a ninja like Mommy and Daddy, he stays very healthy. People leave cookies out for him so that he won't get tired while he'
Save MeTake away my lonelinessMore Like This
Take away this sorrow
Dry those tears of pain
Come back
Save me from the circle of death
Save me from their laughters, their stained faces
Tell me everything will be OK
Embrace me with your darkness
Help me find the hope again
Make me smile again
Come back….
BetrayalI see my hand burningMore Like This
In red intense flames,
But I don't feel the pain.
I feel my heart blowing inside my chest
And its pieces flying in the air,
And I don't care.
I think about the end of the world
And I think, indifferently:
''Well, it will simply end, at all…''
But when I see you there,
Kissing another person instead of me,
It seems like everything I didn't felt
Come back in only one instant moment of agony
Painful LostWhy do I painMore Like This
When it was I
Who left.
Why do I feel
Lost
Without you by my side.
Why am I
Crying
If I made the choice.
Why do I hunger
For you
Though I let you go.
I never realized
How important you were
Until you've gone.
Now I want you back
Back by my side
But I cannot find you.
Never again
Shall I see your face.
Or hear your quiet laugh.
I've hurt you
Too deep
Stabbed you too hard.
That sweet love
We once had
Is gone.
Our love is lost
'Cause I didn't treasure.
I threw away what mattered most.
tonight i wanna cryMore Like This
i've never been the kind
to let my feelings show
i thought that was what
being strong was all about.
boy, was i so damn wrong
there's pictures of you and
i on the walls around me the
kind of what surrounds me.
i could never get over when
you walked away from me
your back getting smaller
and my heart getting weaker.
what if i turn everything around
shake the walls of my heart and
scream my lungs out for you to
come back to my needed embrace.
boy, i was never the one to
let someone so precious go away
yet you did it so simply easily
and i soon fell away into the TV.
to hell with everything, i don't
care anymore i just w
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
Alluring, captivating.
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Can you?
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rup
one step forward, two steps aheadSoftly, slowly.More Like This
The grains tumble on down.
Except for a whisper,
they don't dare make a sound.
Step by step
We move away from the past.
like steady drops of sand,
Being viewed from stained glass.
Softly and slow
Drop by drop
forced to step and never stop.
We slowly fade away
Like sand in a broken hour glass.
Always on different paths,
We may only brush by.
Never to touch,
Until the day we die.
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".More Like This
Ungodly hoursThere is no such thing as accidental haemorrhagesMore Like This
Not when childhood bravado’s are blurred by nicotine and late night shows
Charcoaled lashes and panda pupils we’d sit on rooftops
Night owls caught in a snare of lace and hard liquor
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeatMore Like This
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
Complexities"Complexities"More Like This
What kind of father throws his own son
Out into the unknown to wander alone?
A father who if he didn't think his son could make it
Would not have sent him out there to roam
What kind of daughter hides secrets
From the kindness of her mother's care?
The kind who wants to protect her mother
And instead turns to God for prayer
What kind of son walks around
Concealing drugs in his backpack?
A son who doesn't want to see
His father resorting to that
What kind of annoying brother
Gives his sister's boyfriend a hard time?
One who doesn't want to see her hurt
Because love can sometimes blind
What kind of best friend hurts you
Or
-- Somewhere... --"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."More Like This
Henry Rollins
-- The Thunder, Perfect Mind --For I am the first and the last.More Like This
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.
For I am knowledge and ignorance.
I am shame and boldness.
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
But I, I am compassionate and I am cruel.
Do not hate my obedience
and do not love my self-control.
In my weakness, do not forsake me,
an
Dear WriterDear Writer,More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I
Despair's DestinationUpon a lone pathMore Like This
Amongst these highways of doubt
A cold, bitter truth
*Dovecote*Silence so profoundMore Like This
Snow softly falling protects
White feathers flutter
2013 Delice1941
8th February2013
Barren BranchesAutumn's breath dances,More Like This
barren willows frosted with
a layer of fresh dust.
Dust SettlingI need to be honest, darlin';More Like This
you haven't cleaned the dust
from the shelves of your heart
in too long.
I left fingerprints there,
once...
but the ridges I see now
don't belong to me.
So,
who is she?
two heartsore insomniacs, oneI.More Like This
I'll meet you again in ten years. My hair will be longer and darker (the way you always liked it) and yours will be falling across your eyes the way it was when I kissed you goodbye. You'll have a days worth of stubble on your cheeks, and we'll collide in a bakery in New York City with our college degrees in our back pockets, rushing toward offices in opposite directions. You'll be drinking coffee and I'll be drinking tea, and I'll have a scarf slipping loose around my neck to catch the snowflakes drifting down. Of course, the skies will be overcast because gray has been favorite color since I found it in your eyes sixteen years ago. May
First Day of School."Miss, miss!"More Like This
"Sit down Gerald. Waving your hand and jumping around will not make me choose you quicker. Everybody will get a turn. Now, Natalie."
"Yes miss."
"Stand at the front then. There. Nice big voice."
"whatididonmyholidays by Natalie Marsh. What I did on my holidays we went to the beach it was nice and su....sunny. I had ice cream and I went on a boat. The boat was nice. The sea splashed up and we all got wet. Then there was a shark and it ated us and we all got dead TheEnd."
"Very good Natalie. Well done. And you spoke nice and clearly too, but try to be a bit louder next time. Now who's next? No, Gerald, I will no
when writers cryAwake on strong, black coffee drinksMore Like This
Words on paper, liquid ink
Dreams of pen tips, future lies
Tragic stories, quotes of the wise
Nights have carved their dark, deep valleys
In the hollows of my eyes
For you see, my friend, when writers cry
There are no tears, their cheeks are dry
But ink dipped fingers, worn out wrists
Chewed up nails and bloody fists
You see, it's strange when writers cry
Their hearts are true, their words don’t lie
They mourn in silence for a few days
Of paper cuts and tear-less haze
Of coffee mugs and smoky paper
Liquid spills, and water vapor
Sorry dreams and wasted hours
Putrid smells and dying flowers
(Torn
The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was goneMore Like This
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Dear YouDear YouMore Like This
You are a hurricane.
You are a volcano.
You are a flurry of beautiful violence;
A plume of volcanic ash cast into the sky.
You are all the voices of the world;
A scream and a whisper and a sigh.
You are the beauty of the earth;
An exquisite wildfire, divine in its destruction.
And you are so strong.
You are stronger than this weight on your shoulders,
You are stronger than this emptiness in your chest,
You are stronger than all these things that dare get in your way.
You will charge past these things;
These regrets, these desires, these insecurities.
You will get through every pitfall and mistake and slipup,
And you’ll be m
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)More Like This
As soon as the doors closed, Viola knew she'd be lucky if she was ever given the chance to step outside them again. The sound didn't just echo throughout the tower, but appeared to signal the ending of her old life and the beginning of an entirely different one.
"You'll have to watch this one," Mrs Casket said, holding up a frail hand speckled with age. The index finger was missing. "She bites."
Viola averted her eyes, trying to ignore the ball of apprehension growing in her belly. She gazed up at the winding staircase. Her tongue felt like a strip of dried leather and it was difficult to form words around it. "How much longer until we're t
She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.More Like This
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
To Write of HorrorTo paint a scene of mythic horrorsMore Like This
Take dim lit room and darkest corners
Find a child huddled there, cradled tight in his despair
Silent here for not his murmurs,
murmuring out a prayer
He asks the keeper keep to keeping
While all his guardians tucked in sleeping
Ignorant of the shadows creeping
Slow across the hallway floor, standing now outside his door
Somewhere near the sound of breathing,
breaths too heavy to ignore
Then just outside there raised a howl
A distant boom and monstrous growl
Envisions he a ghostly cowl
Afloat across the yard in prowl
Come to steal his soul away, curtains hold the fiend at bay
With scrapes acr
CloudLife is a cloud–More Like This
Shapeless unless captured,
Quite unpredictable,
And temporary.
Fly while you can.
Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,More Like This
Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...
In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder
Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,
Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last
That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.
A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer
To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;
For the little soldier boy, once marching home.
"Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012
