You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:
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
Nursery RhymesYou and I went up the hill to fetch some timeMore Like This
you pushed me down and kissed my crown
and you came tumbling after
Broke my heart
and I hope to die
it was the perfect crime
no more shame and no more lies
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but your hate will always hurt me
SnapIf I don't existMore Like This
Surely it won't hurt you
If I shatter the bones in your face
And if I'm just a lie
Surely you won't notice
If I put you back down in your place
And if I'm just a myth
Surely it won't scare you
That you don't even know I'm around
And if I'm just pretend
Surely it won't harm you
If I put you away in the ground
And if I'm none of these things
And I'm something quite different
A person, just like one of you
Does that scare you so much
That you'd maim us and kill us
For proving your worldview untrue?
It's the new year.The year has reached the end, and I’m reminiscing the time that I spentMore Like This
From the dreadfulness I bared, to the happiness that I shared
It’s all in the past, but I’ll never forget all the many times people cared
And the future seems better to me; there could be no reason to be discontent
It’s unbelievable and unpredictable, how much I changed that year
I could barely understand myself and now I know my biggest fear
I’ve managed many of my problems; I’d say none is left near
And many reasons keep me going, which many I hold dear
As for my resolutions, I hold few, the lesser I’ve let loose
I’ll accept all my faults; it’s made my situations obtuse
Then my mind will be calm, and I’ll make what’s paramount true
I know this will be a great year; it will be amazing thanks to you
Come With Me!I know the streets are as frozen as your tearsMore Like This
Even though they still sting your cheeks
Darling, they dried. Enemies died
And hatred soaked these lost places
And maybe the smell lingers in the air...
But please see the miracle you're in right now
You're alive and there's so much to come
You've got to stay awake to see!
So sleep no more and join in with me!
Decadent LoveYou are as fine as the french silk sheets you sleep in.More Like This
Flawless, soft and decadent.
You are the Domaine Romanée-Conti
Passing through your soft pursing lips,
kissing the crystal rim of my glass.
You are as breathtaking as midnight in Paris,
A sight briefly seen as I lean across your lap
But still imprinted, and sealed with your kiss.
You are New York's Golden Opulence Sundae,
the 23-carat gold leaf that you peel off
And gently place on my tongue.
You are the Bugatti Veyron,
racing through the Overseas Highway in the Florida Keys,
with me, staring out at the vibrant blues as we speed passed.
You are the Museo Guggenheim of Spain
The Runways in Italy
The Kohinoor diamond
And I am but a simple man,
Trying to keep up.
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):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
What's That in Your Heart?months later and I'm still pulling pieces of you from my wounds;More Like This
memories are salt and you were the ocean that never dried out.
selfishness is the wear of the weary – I wonder, now, how much life
can you steal from a ghost?
my stomach still sinks, I've swallowed too many words. you were
the anchor that allowed me to drown. you were the siren that never
sounded sweet. when the noxious night comes I don't know who's in
the mirror (or what hollowed eyes mean.) am I the one or the nothing
that died out?
I tried so hard, I tried so hard to lose my shadow and forget myself
somewhere dark. I'm trapped between hell and a hard place,
trying to build heroes from ashes and saviors from sunken men.
I tried so hard, and I lost myself again.
what's that coming down? the ground is littered with pieces of me,
the most painful part is remembering;
it's time to let it all go.
insanityI’m hollow, I’m brokenMore Like This
I’m bleeding, I’m dead.
My mind keeps on spinning
Something’s wrong with my head
Insanity maybe? Or maybe it’s more
I’m hurting, I’m dying
My heart’s become sore
I’m laughing, I’m pleading
I’m asking for help
I’m screaming, I’m yelling
I’m starting to yelp
Can you hear me? Am I here?
Am I still alive?
Am I scared? Am I in fear?
Will I somehow survive?
Is there something inside me?
Ripping me apart?
Is there something wrong?
Something wrong with my heart?
Is it beating? Is it even there?
Is my mind running off?
Do you even care?
Am I alone? Or can you see?
Can see my misery?
Why am I grinning,
When I am in pain?
Am I still me?
Am I still sane?
Do I know you? Do I not?
Who am I? Cause I forgot
Am I a loser? A nothing? Or even a zero?
Am I your friend? Your lover? Your hero?
Am I shadow? A figment? Or your imagination?
Am I the cause of all your frustration?
Do you hate me? Do
Her eyesIn the flame of the last candleMore Like This
Floats an air I can't explain,
A dark mood I cannot handle
In the house of miss Lorraine.
In this room with shady lighting,
I look rigidly around,
Hoping nothing uninviting
Would approach without a sound.
Maddened by this constant dread,
That has crept into my soul,
I have not escaped, instead
I have lost all self control.
I cringe as the wait grows longer
For I start feeling a stare
That, in time, was getting stronger
With the smell of this thick air.
But the waiting was in vain
For I knew that it was hiding
And I tried remaining sane
As my nerve started subsiding.
Soon, the candle lost it's vigor
And the flame was barely burning
But I felt her eyes get bigger
As she gave into the yearning.
I don't wish to say goodbye
And accept such a demise
But no matter how I try
I cannot escape her eyes.
MusicSubjective,More Like This
And everything in-between.
Listening to music,
Is like therapy.
The lyrics speak,
Class is in session.
As we listen,
We relate to the lyrics,
We fall in love with the songs.
This love will never let you down,
Music will always be there for you.
It will hold you late at night,
When you're crying your eyes out.
It will hold your hand,
When you're in love.
It will be your best friend,
When you are happy or sad.
What's Left Behind...Some days I find myself staggering from this hovel;More Like This
To stand with shaking legs upon the window ledge.
I look down at the tiny world below, wind rushing before me;
And I wonder if I'll be able to fly tonight...
The caress of the wind, so gentle upon my skin.
One step, one leap and I'd dip myself into the eye of the storm.
But just before my courage sends me;
Just before I take the final plunge.
I find myself looking back, at the world I'd leave behind...
Stacks of paper and a pot of ink,
Reams of stories too precious to burn.
Ideas and fears both rolled into one;
And pages of poetry left undone...
It always leaves me smiling...
For these were the treasures so close to my heart.
They are the wealth of my mind; my soul, my art.
And I could never ever leave them be,
Where another might burn them, without thinking of me...
"Apologies father, I cannot join you yet:
For in this world, a treasure still exists.
A treasure tha
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heartMore Like This
because your name
will forever belong to us.
you will sign it
into every broken bit
and one day, you’ll open a book
next to the words
"let me tell you about the time
i was hurt."
never break a poet’s heart
because between the beat
of the stanzas,
you’ll hear that heartbeat,
proving you wrong
with every line.
never break a writer’s heart
because we will take the pain
and make it into something
you could never live down.
you could live with heart monitors,
that measured the damaged pulse,
doctors who told you,
but you can’t live with the bold strokes,
smooth as a flatline,
that accuse you of being
the best thing
that’s ever happened to them.
you can’t live with it;
our soulmate, now writing.
You, now replaced
by a pen.
never break anybody’s heart
because you’ll cut yourself
on the pieces of it.
and see, hearts heal.
not all the way through.i read once,More Like This
“Adults often forget
what it’s like being young
because they block it out.”
right after that:
“Similar to trauma victims.”
last summer, when i told that man
old enough to be my father
that i had a boyfriend,
he said “so?”
when I told him i was a minor,
he said “and?”
there are no boundaries anymore,
and don’t tell me
“boys will be boys”
because that doesn’t make it
don’t tell me
I was asking for it
because what I’m really asking for
is for it
i wish i was a person
and not numbers on a scale.
i wish i was a human being
and not the cleavage in my tank top.
i wish we would stop hating ourselves.
i wish girls were allowed to say no
and eat every day
and forget to shave their legs.
i wish boys were allowed to cry
and be ballerinas
and speak up
when something hurts.
i wish we thought
we deserved more.
(and don’t tell me
none of this is sup
BedriddenBedridden:More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
But I will.Fight me.More Like This
I promise not to fight back.
I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.
I promise to be nice
Even if it's a sacrifice.
I promise to be strong
Even when you treat me wrong.
Because I've learned how to deal with ignorance
Better than you've learned how to use it.
And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.
Yes, I promise.
I won't (but I will) fight back.
PressurePressure:More Like This
You try to breathe, but you're barely breathing,
You can't think clearly; you can barely speak.
Your mind is filled with needless thoughts.
Your cheeks are red and feverish...
You know what you must do,
But you can't bring yourself to do it.
Instead you jump into a thousand distractions...
Mindlessly seeking the thrill of the 'anything',
You cringe at the progress of time on the clock.
And with lips gone dry from an internal hell-fire
You continue to evade what you cannot face...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd June 2013
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
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,
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 rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
Dear once lover.You stole my confidence; you took it like you owned it, you smothered it in neglect, and you threw it in the black hole of your absence.More Like This
You used my patience; you smoked it like a drug, you took advantage of my presence, you evaporated us into nothing.
You decapitated our relationship; you cut it at the root, you shook out all the good, and threw the body into your subconscious.
You cut up my affections; you stored them in your selfishness, and turned them to dust.
You broke my heart. You took it in your hands, you tore it into two, it turned cold as ice, and you shattered it across my future with you.
You shocked me to the core, a surreality I long to never feel again. The abundance of my tears was enough to drown me, and suffocate me into an eternal river of agony –– that my memories of 'us' will float upon.
You deceived me beyond repair, I thought you would hold me through the hard times, instead you trampled on my pride, you flattened my hope, you destroyed the lov
NecromancyShe replaces her wristsMore Like This
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
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
You stole my heart...It's been ages since then,More Like This
but it still beats--
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I've spent light-years
holding you in these
aging arms of mine,
like the 6 trillion
miles you must be
away from me right now.
I'm cold and rusting and
lonely without your
and those sneaky smiles
reserved only for me.
Three days and the world has gone
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader]More Like This
Never had you liked the snow when you where younger. It was too cold, too wet, and it came to cause too much trouble. That is, when it happened to snow in the state you lived in, which was hardly frequent. The wind that came with that freezing weather was your absolute enemy, blowing straight through your body and through you bones.
Yes, you still remember those two days long ago, when you were a child of eight and had to walk to school because your mother said it was the best method. The bus didn't go into that part of the city and the school was close and your mother was always too busy with work so she couldn't take you. The cold came very late in the year, but when it arrived, it came with a vengeance.
It was not during December when those two horrible days happen, but during the middle of February and it came with no warning. The previous week had been beautiful, with a bright sun, mild cool winds, and in the blink of an eye the city had been covered in snow.
It was horrible
A Sonnet in Lolspeak ~A Sonnet in Lolspeak~More Like This
Dey sez we kittehs iz not gud wif speach,
Dat we spellz bad, dun yuse teh grammerz well,
An even sumtiems dey get madz and yell
Dat we shud tawk liek normulz, tryna preech
Dere "propur" ingleesh in dere kommentz on
Teh YooToobs and such playses on teh net
Cuz dey (tho we did nothinz) wanna get
Us off teh webz. Dey's mean an want us gawn.
But kittehs dun so eesly get deterrd,
O noes, an so dey griypes and griypes and griypes
But stilz we stays and stilz we can has tipez,
An tipez in lolspeek, yoosinz ar weerd wurds.
So tho dey will complayns, try as dey mey
We iz not leevinz, we iz heer to stay.
The Soul Broker I am the buyer and seller of souls. I’ve bought them all and I sold you yours. For the world must run like the gears of a clock, and sometimes you tick or sometimes you tock, but everything given will be taken away and for every silence kept, a word must be said.More Like This
Naturally, you must assume there is cost. For everything gained, a penny is lost; of course this life can be no different--when the check arrives, you must pay the difference. But not all who ride on the sunday train pay the same price to get out of the rain: a king’s ransom might obtain far, far less than the pauper’s cheap pain.
Your father paid the price of sweat, a back bent under the yoke of the world; accrued worldly financial debt but was recompensed with the jokes of a girl. And he would say he walked away wealthy, with his empty bank account, for his daughter lives today quite healthy and loves him in equally large amounts.
Bitlets 1I wonder if all this searching for profoundnessMore Like This
justifies being a proficient writer?
Working so tediously for so few words—
I think I found a noun for that before:
Bitlets 4I want to find the search resultsMore Like This
that never show up when they are needed
and put them in fortune cookies:
"The" is not a relevant search term and was not included in your search
"Who" is not a relevant search term and was not included in your search
Lucky numbers: π, Pythagorean Theorem, 1337, 4/20, and the end of the Mayan Calendar.
Bitlets 5I have room to move;More Like This
that is the benefit of emptiness
of outer, inner, and personal space
and the downside of having nowhere to be.
Bitlets 10For a while I thought that thereMore Like This
were no unanswerable questions,
just explanation leading to explanation;
but that would mean wisdom is dead—
and I can't explain that without a metaphor.
Bitlets 11If I could get over the fearMore Like This
of self-diagnosing myself I'd be able
to figure out what this phobia is.
|cloudwalker |More Like This
I stare vacantly at the rusting washing machine. Mother said it had been a gift from a former job where she had to clean houses for a living without a care for all the back breaking work she’s been giving.
I organize the lights and darks and colors and think about the generations of Mexican women before me who have done the same mundane and dull task in their households with no hope for anything more out of their lives.
I don’t consider myself a girl or a boy. But my religion considers that unknown territory that I shouldn’t venture into or find a denture into.
Just like the unknown territory of loving another girl deeply from the reaches of my emotional heart and not from my primitive bodily desire. But social normality considers that unknown territory that I shouldn’t venture into as well.
I gather the remaining clothes and trip on the garage floor, which is littered like the scene of a gunfight, like the scarre
Love DA Lit: Issue 204Welcome to the two-hundred fourth issue of Love DA Lit! Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.More Like This
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carpet stainsMy history teacherMore Like This
flicks through slides
of dead Jews
their xylophone ribcages,
trench stomachs, and
mouth hanging open
I feel pinholes poked
into my chest;
my soul pours
out and out and out.
I look towards the others,
and their moon faces
reflect my own
like thirty mirrors
staring back at me:
emptying and sorrowful.
Our thoughts are the same:
these bodies are people,
and people killed them,
and other people let them
kill and be killed.
People and people and people.
The bell rings,
and we shuffle papers
and click pens.
It is done,
but our souls
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Project Educate: Lit Publishing WeekPublishing WeekMore Like This
Welcome to Publishing Week hosted by CRLiterature and projecteducate!
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This week we'll be delving into the depths of literature publishing. :iconwooooplz: Oooooh, spooky and scary stuff, right? Not really. Okay. Well, maybe a little, but we'll help make it less so! We'll tackle everything from general resources to what it's like to be on the publisher's side of things. Here is a handy dandy schedule ( NOW WITH LINKS):
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do not marry a writer.do not marry a writer.More Like This
their only love is a pen,
or weapon of choice.
their only home is the mind.
do not marry a writer.
they will leave you for hours,
lost in different worlds.
pulling them out is like waking a sleepwalker.
they will never live the same moment again.
thoughts are lightning quick,
and will never strike the same place more than once.
marry a writer.
only if you want your body
transformed into words.
do not marry a writer.
if you are a flower
requiring constant watering.
you will die, and we will turn your ashes into l e t t e r s.
but marry a writer,
if you want to live forever.
never become a writeri.never become a writer.More Like This
you will become a perfectionist,
picking life apart
with a magpie's eye,
hunting for the beautiful bits
until you can make yourself
a sparkling throne
in the center of a junkyard.
ii.you will write when you're sad.
you will write when you're happy.
whenever you feel something,
you will vomit the emotion out
into some sort of literature.
when you're finished,
you'll be empty
and surrounded by
pages and pages of
everything you once were.
iii.you will try to make
pain sound delicious,
painting over the ragged wounds
with pink paint
and candy-coat lies.
you will learn
how to decorate graveyards.
everyone will play in them,
but you alone will see the headstones.
iv.if you fall in love,
you will turn your love into a poem,
and you will always like your own words
more than you like the real person.
you'll become so selfish
you'll disgust yourself,
but you will not be ab
She's a WriterShe sits at her deskMore Like This
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
I am eight years old.I am eight years old.More Like This
My lips are perfectly pink. They don't need to look glossy or tinted redder. My cheeks don't need this, either. My eyes stand out well enough on their own without being lined with black paint. The mascara weighs on my lashes and makes me tired and itchy. This shit on my eyelids shouldn't be there, either.
That was a bad word. I am afraid to say bad words, but I've got a few in my head. My friend told me that the word "bitch" means "female dog," but I think she's wrong. I don't think I've ever heard it used in this context. Actually, I think it's a word for people like you. I say this to you with my eyes. You threaten me because you hear me loud and clear.
Every other weekend, I have to sit here and endure as you put this shit on my face. But that's not why you're a bitch. That's why you're an idiot. What makes you a bitch is the fact that you expect me to be silent and still every time your hand slips and the curling iron burns the top of my ear, or you
I'll be okay.No, I'm fine.More Like This
See? I'm okay,
I've got a smile on my face.
Even if times are rough, I'll pull through
just like I always do.
Stop looking at me, I won't look at you after all.
Because I know, if I do will fall
into your compassion
and I'll scream, shout and
let it out my darkest fears, my deepest regrets and deep seated worry.
Big girls don't cry, that's what they always say.
So why is it that I just want to sob the day away?
I know I'm being selfish,
I know you don't want to see this,
and that I'll cause you trouble.
So that's why I smile and grin,
pinch my pain away
and gulp down the tears.
Being a good liar,
might not always be good.
Bully"Stupid," "Ugly," "Useless," "Sad."More Like This
"Emo," "Silent," "Paranoid," "Mad."
"Ashamed," "Afraid," "Crazy," "Stuck."
"Disgusting," "Alone," "Pathetic," "Out of Luck."
The words never spoken,
Yet always heard.
Not from people around me,
No, that's absurd.
I've heard these words,
Time after time,
They always pierce my heart,
They continuously cross my mind.
But these words were never said.
Never once directed at me.
Maybe they never became reality,
But I saw them spoken in my mentality.
These are the words of a bully.
The words that can tear me apart.
The words that can no longer be erased,
Because they have entered my heart.
This person who speaks them,
I know them quite well.
They have countless words in their head,
They have many stories to tell.
I don't know why they want me
To take all of the blame.
It might be for vengeance,
It might be from their own shame.
But the owner of these words,
The words that repeat,
Have caused me great fear,
Have led to my defeat.
This person I know,
Whom I d
Another Life LostShe Lies still,More Like This
Her stomache thin- her ribs visible...
The Blade to her Wrist,
She Gives herself to the blade, asks it to bite a lil harder, Cut a lil deeper, The Blood Flows, along with her life,
She watches the ruby life essence leave her,
Her skin pale like a bleached moon, her eyes cloudy and vacant as she thinks her last thoughts, thoughts of escape, of peace.... Death approaches, slowly, planning to pounce.....
Her eyes soon shine blue as she regains focus, her mind sharpening as she realizes her selfishness, the impact It'll have- on her parents- siblings, her boyfriend.........
But it's to late as death pounces and consumes her- a rabid puma. Her soul wanders- free of emotion, of the cage of her skin, but anchored to earth by others' misery
- The End of another life.
The IdolI once saw a man on the television who was so afraid of fruits that when presented with a bowl of them, he fled the stage, knocking over the host and several other guests. Though I openly pitied the man for his obvious malady of the mind, inside, the small bit of sadism buried within all humans laughed at his bizarre affliction. How can one not find cruel amusement in the cowering of a grown man who has been confronted by nothing more than a bowl of peaches? But now I understand fear like no other. I now no longer find amusement in the terror of others, no matter how illogical.More Like This
Now, let me tell you the story of why the sound of wind whistling through the trees in Autumn strikes me with a fear so immense that I can do little more than shake uncontrollably.
A good friend of mine, a young and upcoming anthropologist by the name of Henry Byrne, contacted me eight weeks ago. Though he refused to go into details, he excitedly explained t
Noticed in CommittingI started committing suicides. They were small at first, but more grandiose as the months passed.More Like This
At first, I came up with basics: wrist slashing, hanging, overdose, jumping off a building, and stepping off in front of bus. They were all very mundane, really, and if not done properly you just end up living very, very painfully. It was after those routine ways to snuff oneself that I began to get creative.
There was going into a biker bar nude and starting fights with drunk bikers. And when I say "fights", I mean with a knife in my hand. That was a fun night. Everyone was freaked out and angry at the same time. They all wanted to kill me, but they didn't want to touch me either. Eventually, though, they did.
Oh, another good one was sneaking into one of those giant dump trucks at a quarry and letting them dump tons of excavated rocks on me. The driver of the loader always sees you just as it's too late and tries to stop the load.
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
Self ImageI look at the reflection in the mirrorMore Like This
I'm appalled by what I see
This monster I've become
Staring straight back at me
I don't recognize this creature
Reality tells me that she is me
But I don't believe it
It just cannot be
What have I become?
Where did the real me go?
I think I lost her in translation
Now this image is my foe
I abhor this demon
She's as ugly as sin
Fat as a whale
But she's in my skin
It's a sense of disconnection
To my outer design
My hope is that one day
These two people will combine
Grow UpWhen I was young,More Like This
I knew a girl.
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.
'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.
No, an astronaut!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
will be everywhere!'
She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.
'I could be anything I wanted.'
Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder.
I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'
She smiled the hollow smile
that adults have when talking to the young.
'Not what I wanted to be
when I was young.'
Nothing more was said on the matter
but I could see that there was no more wonder
in the eyes that once shone so brightly.
My InspirationYou once asked me what inspired me, sweet love;More Like This
And I shall tell what you want to hear...
It is a girl who isn't clever, but clever in what she knows
and a lost boy who knows exactly where he is going to go.
It is the scent of cologne and smoke and lovemaking
and a man who wears his heart on his sleeve
It is a woman who has always believed in her lover
and he will let her down no more
It is a sick man who is whole again
and the wife who stayed by his side
It is a writer who has found a brand new muse
and the paint of the artist who draws her lover
It is the words of a poet whose trust is renewed
and the warmth in the words of the person who finds love anew
It is the broken hearted girl who is loved and doesn't know
and the tears that are caught in the hands of the unknown lover below
It is the boy with the tuneless guitar who plays it anyway
and the door opening just as you're walking away.
It is the chords of a song which is yet to be sung...
and of course, the sound of a rainstorm wh
Adventure Time with MLnPG c5p1More Like This
Chapter 5, Part 1
The day before the first Hootenanny came and went with little excitement. The decorations went up after much debate, the catering was arranged around a spooky theme, and by the end of the day Prince Gumball had come up with his own costume, finding all the necessary accessories to put it all together. As the night drew on, Gumball watched his window long into the night, waiting for Marshall to show up despite his statement to keep away for the night. But the vampire held true to his word and didn't appear. Disappointed, the prince finally found a stopping point in his novel and blew out the candle on his nightstand, taking advantage of the time to get a decent night's rest.
Over across the land, the undead king was still awake, rummaging through his clothes and muddling over what he was possibly going to wear. Everything in his being told him to take his usual route: scare the ever-living poop out of everyone. He just loved seeing the horrified faces of the candy-staf
Kitty Family PlanningDisclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and make no money from this. Slade, Robin and Red X belong to DC and the kittens belong to Mama Duck. I also don't own fb.More Like This
KITTY FAMILY PLANNING
Slade looked at the kittens expectant faces and then at Robin and Red X.
"Which one of you taught them about this horrible day?"
Robin points at Red.
"What's wrong with Halloween? It's the only night where you can get a bunch of free candy from people."
"And it's neat seeing all the different costumes people wear. What's wrong with that?"
"They want all of us to dress up."
"Sounds fun. So what did you three want to dress up as?" Robin was curious and excited.
Slade rolled his eye when the kids all started talking at once. "Quiet." Instant silence. "One at a time. Dominic you start."
"Pirates! Papa is the captain, Daddy is the first mate, Mama is their prisoner, and um ah we're their kids. Papa is purrfect for the captain. He already wears an eyepatch."
"Go ahead Alexandra."
Five MisconceptionsMore Like This
I'll warn you upfront: this isn't glamorous.
At first, I thought I was in a car or on a plane. I woke up in an uncomfortable chair with an incredible headache and no idea where I was. My eyes slowly adjusted to the sickly yellow light, and I saw a ceiling with water damage. I didn't recognize it. I smelled mildew and smoke, which would've startled me if not for the headache.
I started to rub my head, but I couldn't move my hand. I looked down, and my wrist was stuck in something. Actually both wrists. And ankles. I didn't like where this was going.
Ugly laughter erupted from across the room. "About time you came around!" someone shouted. I rolled my heavy head to the left and saw Seth and Nate. They were sitting on an unmade bed, smoking.
Seth was not one of my favorite people. He worked at a bar I avoided, and he was why. He and I went back ten years, so we knew a lot of the same people. Like Nate.
Nate wasn't a bad guy, or at least wasn't till recently. He was lonesome and impression
Insomnia and Body PartsThere wereMore Like This
Timeless moments spent between us,
In those instants and hours before dawn;
That time when we traversed
So far away from this
Wretched house and into
The most delicious darkness
That time before our tidal waves
Came crashing down on us again.
I would do anything to
Drown with you.
The softness of the flesh
Between your knuckles, the
Exquisite map of
On your palms;
They were like a lullaby
To my sleepy fingertips.
The breath of your mouth
To teach me to close my eyes
And fall asleep.
Your contented whispers and
Observations of the sky
Showed me then how to dream.
I had no idea what home could be like
Until those seconds and infinities.
As you traveled the expanse
With the curiosity of your hands and
The rebuke of your lips,
Because you always liked
To fix things
That were broken.
YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.More Like This
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my cream curtains where the bright yellow hasn't been bleached by the sun. The room is, more or less, unchanged. It has merely lost its sheen, much like the inhabitant of it.
I remained an only child; filling my days with quiet solitary games and elaborate stories whispered under my breath. My isolation only increased as I grew too big for the room that
Bokeh.These days, Black Friday really lasts a weekMore Like This
but I haven't bothered to write out a list--
You cannot find the things I want in a store.
The sound of a rejected embrace
is the same as the shatter of a broken bulb
or a house burning down on Christmas morning.
There is a name for the way
strings of holiday lights blur out of focus
when you watch someone you love walk away.
Yet Another Christmas CarolIt was Christmas, celebrated all around Earth - and in Heaven, of course. As for elsewhere...More Like This
If you believe for a single second that the devils don't celebrate Christmas, you are, well, right, actually. They keep very quiet about it. Not even a mouse would dare speak about it to the Almighty Fiend, Lucifer. The sole exception to this unspoken rule had happened a few years back on the occasion of a Satanically spiked MTV "Merry Christmas" video which had seemed like a good idea for a few hours. Until it became obvious that it had been a pointless endeavor those who watched MTV regularly had been mostly unaffected, those who didn't had had their opinions on the low quality of the station confirmed and, generally, it had been a fruitless fiasco.
You didn't talk to Lucifer on Christmas. It was the same as going to him on Easter, patting him on the back and saying "There, there, mate. Anybody would have thought that killing Jesus was a good idea. I mean,
PluckingPluckingMore Like This
The table between us is a moon.
But the air is heavy. It lies
on us, muffled heat stilling
our breaths. You drop your fork,
but I still won't look at you. Even angels
would crawl if they were here.
"Why can't we be friends?"
I am thinking of a Flemish tapestry
I once saw in a white stone house,
walls dense and prickly with roses:
a line of stiff scarlet soldiers,
a rearing horse. The soldiers' thick fingers
grope at the blank cream cloth,
seeking purchase, gravity.
"What are you feeling?"
"I want to be a Flemish soldier,"
I tell you. Only my fingers
would constantly pluck at the expanse,
searching for the thread
that will unravel everything.
relearning i. stardust scatters with theMore Like This
direction of my pupils –
maybe secretly i am an
astrology teacher, waiting
for a sign to wink
happily at me.
ii. excuse the rambling
nature of forgotten question
marks, but tell me:
would you like to be the
object of handwritten clichés
would you like to whisper
secrets in my palm
and would you
like to be the possibility
iii. air brushes against my
skin like the torn petals
of a flower still standing.
[ hold your head up high, honey,
and tell tomorrow to wait just
iv. so you can figure out
the difference between
patience and having all the
time in the world. ]
v. stardust glitters from the
creases of my hands.
perhaps i am not the teacher
but the pupil,
relearning how brilliant
stars can shine.
GayI am gay.More Like This
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your co worker
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you
I am gay.
And I wont change.
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.
I am gay.
And that's okay.
You Won't Control MeMore Like This
You strangled me
As I snuggled into your hugs
I remember your joy
Toying with my lungs
I remember the excitement
The bruises you left
Told me to "look at the concept"
As you sneered at me, you never left
Oh I smiled as you burned my flesh
There I go thinking of the past, it's dead
Here I go feeling no peace, just dread
You'll never get to break me
Emotion's ran me deep
They had prevented me from sleep
I looked elsewhere ignoring them
And yet the emotions tried to brush my lips again
I want to tell you, my sweet emotions,
I used to be yours
The past is, the past
And little by little, I don't know you anymore
I remember how you buckled me
The ground felt so heavenly
Your needle pierced me deep
You held on tight
I waited on you; you never gave me the time
I remember the dead silence
The hard stop, as everything slipped
And suddenly all was balanced
The nothingness ringed
Your silence made me scream
There I go thinking of the past, it's a
Better WorseBetter WorseMore Like This
I'm over it
I'm over you
Just too late
In the mood
In the mood
So many weeks
I don't need
Are the questions
I know all
To tell me
The only difference
Is I knew them
I know them
You can try
To fool me
Act so sweet
I'm not buying
Your sweet charm
Not this time
I see through you
Your very self
I'm not here
To make things
I am here
To make them
The Stars and MeThe stars are no longer speaking to me.More Like This
I suppose we're on uncertain terms.
This day, we were meant to talk of tomorrow,
write love letters to each other and paint
dim yellow light, white sparkling lines,
in the crevasses of each other's faces,
I can't bring myself to - Can't warm fingers
against the bones of things I should have done.
And this is the way it has fallen, autumn brown,
beautiful piles of useless abandon soon forgotten.
the reasons we come to love each other,
all those sparkling drops of eternity,
cuddling close to bare skin, sweat stained,
and smelling of home, and peace, and comfort.
Surely, those things persist with us.
I cant help but wonder what the moon has offered.
Can't help but struggle to watch eye-corner secrets
And slowly understand how cold the light was,
how it fell upon me almost grudgingly,
in such a display of pity that I believed in more.
then it is night time. Everyone hears a sweet voice,
watches the soft glowing dance,
The Slow Descent into DementiaMore Like This
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
Unrequited Love...You watch him from a distanceMore Like This
You love to see him smile
You wish one day he might be yours
If only for a while
You wish that you could tell him
To have the strength to say,
"I love you and I wish that you
Could feel the same one day!"
Your heart beats as he comes towards you
Only to walk on by
You try to tell yourself you don't love him
Try to believe your lie…
You wish, you dream, you hope, you pray
That you could be together
Maybe if you could make him see
That you two could last forever.....
435 Writing Prompts!1. Violinist. (Or violin)More Like This
3. Paper aeroplane.
4. Dandelion seed.
6. She sings.
7. Dragonfly toes.
8. A stolen ring.
9. Broken wristwatch.
10. Missing tooth.
12. Fairytale gone wrong.
19. Lucky rabbit's paw.
24. 1000 paper cranes.
27. Puppet show.
28. Triskaidekaphobia. (Fear of the number thirteen.)
30. Letters to the moon.
32. Ballet shoes.
35. Breathless. (Or, breathlessly.)
36. Tachycardia. (An unusually fast heartbeat.)
37. Bradycardia. (A very slow heartbeat.)
40. Strobe light.
42. Fake quirks.
43. Contact lenses.
44. Siren. (Either the mythological creature, or the object.)
46. Comet in a bottle.
50. Tarot card.
my mouth is filling with sandmy brother used to tell me to hold my breath until i could hear the ocean in my head. and i did, it was a soft roar of sky fighting sea. eventually when my eyes rolled back like waves, he would make me breathe so i didn't drown.More Like This
he was always there to tell me to breathe out but now he is gone and i am forgetting how to.
we were very young when our father died (fell from a cliff photographing the moon) and our mother started dating the milkman. he was gangly man with white hair but otherwise very handsome. we didn't mind him at all. he made our mother smile and brought warm milk every night. but we missed our father and his stories about stars and planets.
one night we tried in vain to bring our father back to life in this man, he lay on our bed and we begged a story. but rather than talk about the grandeur of the milkyway he told us the percentages (down to 7 figures) of the essential vitamins in milk. we yawned and slept as he watched on proudly, thinking he had inspired delighting dr
vacant.Look at her; shes a porcelain doll with never-ending milk legs all stapled to the bed, thirteen years young with forty-eight years suffocating her figure. Hes right up to her baby lips, offering cigarette breath and grinding his stubble on her cheeks, it reminds her of gravel and she closes her eyelids as it falls across her neck, inhaling the cloud of dust.More Like This
The curtains are draped across the sky, dried blood red casting shadows she cant tell the ends of. A dim flicker of a light and maybe a filter of moonshine illuminate the crevasses of his eyelids, forehead and awry mouth. His skin tastes of sweat and earth.
She was with her father in the afternoon, sharing his eyes and wearing the yellow dress he bought her. He was a quaint man who studied birds and told her she looked like a canary; he bought a voluminous cage (from the very same balding man he sold her to) and kept her in there at nighttime.
And now, three oh clock in the morn, the balding man has her; hes
A Special Happy BirthdayA Special Happy Birthday:More Like This
Your birthday is a special day,
It comes but once a year.
And so I've made this little poem
For those that I hold dear.
You've lived and grown another year
And now you've come of age.
It is time for you to show yourself
Upon this worldly stage.
Some are artists, some are troops
Some are sportsmen throwing hoops.
Some are writers, some are bad,
Some might be the best we've had
Others are fixers, others will fax
A gamer might use some mighty hacks;
There is a plethora of choices for you,
So do what in your heart is true.
But for today let us just have fun
Rock the world and then be done.
For a birthday comes but once a year
And yours my friend is finally here!
"Happy Birthday to you, I wish you all the best and may all your wishes come true."
-From Chen Yuan Wen, to all the November birthday kids, 5th November 2012
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
Machine ManMachine Man:More Like This
It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".
Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.
We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"
Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?
Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?
Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.
In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,
Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
I'm SorryI'm sorry I hurt you.More Like This
I'm sorry you heard.
I'm sorry I'm even here.
If I knew me talking can ruin a mood I wouldn't talk.
I'm sorry I did anything to upset you.
You mean the world to me and more and I just get in the way.
I wrote this for you even if you aren't going to see it but:
You are my sun.
You are my moon.
You are the stars in the sky,
And the sky its self.
you are one of the few reasons i feel my heart beat.
the reason i smile
and get up in the morning.
you are my life preserver...
You are the beat to my music.
the plot to my stories.
the words in my head.
the lead in my pencil
you are the beat of my heart
the blood in my veins
the spark in my eyes
and the cure to my pain.
you are the tears i cry,
and the smile on my face.
you are the bounce in my step,
and the hand that wipes my tears away.
your the moon and the sun
your the yin to my yang.
your the light in the dark.
your the life to my death.
your my first thought in the morning.
your my thoughts through the day.
your my la
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
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
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fate
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...
If only for the chance to feast once more!
Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
Spider SilkA summer's eveMore Like This
Lying in the cool grass
Of days gone by
And I could get lost
In your blue skies of spider silk
I wake in the half-sweet exhaust
Of some smoker's trail,
The last vestiges of one
Who was so tangibly here...
Sitting with you
under an eternally starry sky
These memories bathed
In perpetual light...
I'm seeing your eyes in everyone else,
And these long-lost memories begin...
It's not them I want; it's you that I crave,
And your waves come crashing again.
Your imprints are everywhere
In everything I see,
Dreaming of a time
When again we would be
Into the familiar abyss,
And the moments that never happened
Are the ones that I miss.
MeaninglessMemories haunting meMore Like This
Entering my mind
A part of me is gone
Never to return
I am incomplete
Not a full being
Gone with the wind
Lost within myself
End of the road
Should I jump into the abyss
So I can find the meaning of my life?
ProblemsHatred, whether based onMore Like This
Hatred is the problem.
Poems from the heartMore Like This
I am a girl who isn't wanted around. By who?
Not by friends, not by family, not by you.
Don't deny it. You know it's true.
I am a girl who is only in the way.
And thus, left astray.
For the rest of the day.
With loneliness, no longer afraid to stay locked away.
I am a girl who thought you loved me.
It turns out you'd be better off without me.
Used to get tingles when I said "we".
Used to think our love could grow taller than a tree.
I am a girl who is oblivious.
Isn't it obvious?
Why couldn't I see?
You didn't want me.
You'll never want me.
And that's the way it'll always be.
That is just great.
I want you, and you know it.
But you're taken, and have back up.
I'll guess I'll just have to wait.
I'm only second rate.
You flirt and toy with my emotions
Compliments and flattery.
But I'm not on your list yet.
I guess I'll have to wait.
I'm only second rate.
You flip flop wives.
But will I ever have a turn?
I guess I'll have to wait.
I'm only second rate.
PoemsMy heart beats the same for everyone but him.More Like This
I cant breath, speak or move when he comes around the corner.
Motionless, shocked, in awe and in love.
Scream your heart out.
You will be heard.
Everyone is listening.
Your heart will scream.
Its pounding so hard.
I can hear it.
Wake up baby, it's time to grow up.
I've been staining this razor for too long.
I can't handle any of this anymore.
Do away with me and Slit my throat.
I dont know who did,
but someone put stars in your eyes.
I cant stop smiling when i talk to you.
Waiting for you to come and stand by me.
I miss you so much
This pain is so unreal
Why do i even have to feel?
Its killing me inside
My world is dark and Gray
Please come and stand with me, untill the end of day.
society.We live in a societyMore Like This
where obese men can't be beautiful.
We live in a society
where being African American automatically makes us criminals.
We live in a society
where women are looked down upon as whores and sluts.
We live in a society
where having anxiety means we're nuts.
We live in a society
where being blonde means we're brainless.
We live in a society
where wearing turbans make us terrorists.
We live in a society
where having good grades means we don't have a life.
We live in a society
where being a man means you want a wife.
We live in a society
where the unemployed are lowly.
We live in a society
where the gay are just lonely.
We live in a society
where crying means we're too emotional.
We live in a society
where speaking out makes us too powerful.
We live in a society
where schools need police.
We live in a society
where war is easier than peace.
We live in a society
where good is bad and bad is worse.
We live in a society
that's under stereo
Emotional Mind vs. SubconciousHe cares (or so he says)More Like This
He'll be there (what if he isn't?)
He'll protect me (he'll hurt you instead)
You're visible to him (no, invisible, just like everyone else)
He'll never lie (he lies to you daily)
He's never tricked me (everything is a trick when it comes to him)
He hugs me (an obligation, just so he can hurt you EVEN more)
He wants me happy (just so he can cause you MORE pain)
He looks out for me (only because he should)
He Cares About ME (or so you think )
He Loves Me ( He'll break your heart)
ReplacedOne day you’ll be replacedMore Like This
As time drags forward, you’ll be erased
So many can take your place
If you let them, they’ll take over your memories
Break each thing you found yourself loving
Dear, don’t let them get you, your cracks are showing
Your weakness is exposed
The frown upon your face is most pathetic
Especially when you are alone
Yet you let this person fade away
You let your worth become a mistake
You allowed yourself to forget your name
You allowed everyone to forget such a beautiful face
It’s far too late once you’re just a shell
Given permission by declaring a silent submission without a word
Yet you worry you’ve been replaced
And nobody can care about you now, you’ve allowed everything to go to waste
Every sweet nightmare, a bitter reality
They stole your name, they stole your face
But worst of all, thieving you of your identity were they able to take your place
If you come closerMore Like This
Don't come closer,I'll fall in love.
Stay away,I kill.
This dagger in my hand shines so bright.
It awakes a special thrill.
But you came closer,I fell for you too fast.
You're so close to me it hurts
I trusted you too much,
But words...They are just words.
I want you to know my dreams,
Hold them between your ribs.
You own my every paper-cut,
my wishes and my sins.
I like to bury my head in your neck
And feel your arms around me
I like your fingers in my hair
In these cold Decembers,you're my heat.
I warned you-Stay away
But I wanted you close.
You pulled me to yourself
You're my thorns and I am your rose.
You're my naked trees and the green grass.
You're everything to me,love.
My eyes' shine and heart's beat.
I'm addicted to your touch.
Don't leave-My tears beg.
Your fingers are locked between mine.
Tik-Tok,you're here now,holding me.
It's us against the time.
SelkieMore Like This
I know the ocean's gentle, rolling waves -
the treasures in its dark and murky depths;
and deep within its grottoes and its caves -
tis there the fey will lure me to my death
I met a girl so fair of face and skin,
her wanton kisses wrapping me within -
that all my senses lurched and crept away,
to lock me in this wet and slippery grave.
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
Shatter PointShatter Point:More Like This
Can you see
what all the world has-
Done to me
I've locked away my-
I wanna break
My shatter point, my shatter point
I'm up against the wall at my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling to me into the night
Their whispers drive me further up and away from the light!
Just fall again and-
I want you down and you'll-
Just stop breathing and-
The shatter point, the shatter point
You know that you are up and against the wall
The shatter point, my shatter point
Leave me breaking against my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling me into the night
I'll waste away in the whispers that taint all the light
Just leave me breaking against the weight of the wall
It keeps me close to the edge until I learn to FALL!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th August 2012
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi
Contest - A 'Fat' Female Superhero VOTINGHey guys, we're voting now, check out my front page for the latest poll.More Like This
I'm a regular reader of Escher Girls, so when I read the latest post this morning, I was deeply concerned. The following post was submitted to Eschergirls and was not made by me. The artist is Selkiesiun
I DID NOT DRAW THIS PICTURE. :iconselkiesiun: DID. THIS IS A QUOTE OF HER EXPERIENCES.
I AM ONLY RELAYING THE INFORMATION.
Selkiesiun submitted to Eschergirls:
"This is not so much a critique post as it is a conformation of how absurd the standards of art in the comic book industry have become.
I traveled to San Diego Comic Con this year and participated in the portfolio reviews they where holding from Thursday to S
GoddessMore Like This
You were not a goddess -
no ivory trespass
or oath in alabaster
to wrap in cloth and bury where
it could not be found;
no vessel to be cherished or
adorned with oil.
Too much skin
to fill up a world of men.
You could not breathe
under water -
your hair a window
floating, framed across the surface
as the water line rose up
the pier and sucked barnacles
But we made you a myth
an omen for the young men
who placed the ocean
under their caps
and baited their hooks
every morning to try
to catch the silver trout
left shining on the rocks
where they hauled in the waves
Writers are all crazy, you know.Letters spill down from a canopy andMore Like This
down the vines,
scatter across the margins to make
a story so divine.
There's a picture show
behind those eyes,
where a lake leaks stories
into a boat full of mad
but for those who think it's crazy
it really is quite sad.
on a rope swing,
between horror and once upon a time.
She obsesses over meter,
and nothing will quite rhyme.
She stares off into the
d i s t a n c e
trying to make some sense
of every idea that flocks her boat
and never will relent.
Her brain is constantly on
Girl WantedI want a girlMore Like This
with her eyes closed
(in black and white)
and does not drink chamomile tea.
She does not watch movies
by Nicholas Sparks
and thinks God
really is Morgan Freeman
or someone she has not met
She reads Goethe, Sartre
and knows Orlando
is more than just
She wears plain white tees
and jeans so faded
her skin has lost its
and her shoes
chew the pavement
with real distinction.