LoveMore Like This
Love is nothing,
Without a kiss.
Love is everything,
When you feel like this.
Love is precious,
When they mean everything to you.
Love is painful,
When they're not with you.
Love is priceless,
The true kind can't be bought.
Love is life...
When it's all you've got.
bleh...tell me how you like it...o.o;
-Keys to the Heart-She has five keys,More Like This
One tied to each belt loop of her jeans,
Not telling anyone what they are for.
She keeps four hearts,
Their plastic shell hiding something in their depths,
But she does not tell what they hide.
None have unlocked the hearts,
No one has dared to try,
And they gather dust as they wait to be unlocked.
A rude male comes to her,
Grabs a key and tries to unlock one of the four hearts,
But all he finds is a little slip of paper that says . . .
Fragile yet sturdy,
Time goes by and she is now a girl of ten,
Full of dreams and wishes,
With three hearts remaining.
A gentle boy her age takes another key,
Grabs a light blue heart and inserts the key,
Finding a small chocolate kiss and a slip of paper that reads . . .
If you find,
More time goes by and the girl is now thirteen,
Her favorite number,
With two hearts remaining.
A bright girl gingerly takes a heart and picks a key,
Sticks the key into the lock and turns it,
As rose petals drift out and a slip of paper re
vampire's fateMore Like This
Луна неподвижно висела в небе, серебристым светом освещая все вокруг. Иногда ее скрывали тучи, и когда они уплывали, становилось как будто светлее с каждым разом. Белос
'A'a IIHopesMore Like This
The little things
oh for heaven's sake
Will they remain when I wake
My heart cracks
all hope scatters
is this a nightmare
is this real life
who can really say
my source of
both love and strife
Im not strong enough
I must learn
that it isn't too late
'A'a ILife's tragedy unfurlsMore Like This
Before my eyes
and my own fate is
up to chance
up to circumstance
both in and out of my control
My soul traded
faith in humanity jaded
but at least my heart
My future bright
Only If I can
survive the night
RisenMy loveMore Like This
I long for your flesh
And for that warm sweet red
As I rise up
From these lands of the dead
These rigors of mortis
Have kept us apart
But know I've always
Been after your heart
Out of Reachout of reachMore Like This
are my dreams
Life without worry
Life without pain
No fight for selfish gain
Is that too much
is that too great
to hope for the sands to
pass without strain
for now I wait
left to contemplate
if I'm still sane
Or if life's inane
but I must still cling
til the day I meet my maker
to all I have to hold onto
my heart and where it lies
that till i reach
seek only to antagonize
WeltschmerzThis worldMore Like This
I feel its weight upon my shoulders
Its a wonder anyone can stand
The burden life brings
The sands of time
Grind against my very soul
leaving me to plead and despair,
If only I were stronger
If only I could stand
But every time I look up
I see yet another grain of sand
My heart in time
Will be all that remains
Trapped in a world weary shell
With everyone's losses and gains
The only smile left to me is with the rose
My only dream Is all that
Can withstand this despair
but can I survive to see it through?
This world is unbearable
Every time I seek success
I have to see another point regress
to the point I am left with nought but ash.
But to that I feel the only joy I know anymore
Without which I could not hope to thrive at all
I grow tired of this world in its infinite cruelty
But I can never tire of my muse
And only that I remain
Only We Understand Each Other PoemMore Like This
Our words, our thoughts
No ever listens to what we say
You, the strong and violent one, yet misunderstood and gentle
I, the mocked and the foul one
We found each other
Others see it forbidden
We see it as fate
They try to separate us
But we always find our way to each other
Our hearts connect to one another
Yet they still see you as the monster
If I don't stay by your side
Your heart will vanish
We never part from each others arms
They'll never understand
We Understand Each Other
Shy roseShy roseMore Like This
Hidden in the floral masses
Petals of white, turned
Crimson by lover's gaze
Self doubting though she surpasses
The beauty of those around, taken and returned
Her eyes as piercing as her thorns
Her presence concealed by the garden's maze
Yet to bloom
Yet to realize dawn and pierce the gloom
I wait with her
Unto the day she is ready,
Ready to be plucked from the garden
Ready to join me, as we explore life's maze
A letter to my loveMy dear Shy RoseMore Like This
I still remember the day
The day I first laid eyes upon you
Hidden amongst the floral masses
Closed and afraid
I couldn't take my eyes away
Even now I cannot bear to do so
Others have come and gone
Passing by and plucking away at others
Petals litter the ground and yet
There you remain
As I still remain
I feel the sands of time
Slowly passing by
I feel myself wither
I couldn't be more alive
For I have found something
Unlike anything else in this world
I am mortal
But my love for you is immortal.
You told me one day
And so I await it
The day we can
Finally venture down that road
Onto a bright future
Others would be filled with doubt
Yet my faith is complete
Although I fear
Although I am weak
I stand strong for you
And long for the day you may be
Plucked from your home
And journey along side me
And while my mortality may wane
My love for you is immortal
I had almost forgotten it
There were simpler times where
I knew it well
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...More Like This
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
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.
i'm not an artistwe do not belong in boxesMore Like This
and bags and books or
and we do not sit contently
in wordsworth and shakespeare
and blake, burns, and brownings
or in the cold stiff bones
of raleigh's of long ago;
detect, and re-select
a virus--a disease,
a germ in every verse and line;
the first signs of
foolish waitings under
bridges and scolding parents
and nothing to signify at all
we are the blood of nations
and the heart of men
and the love of every
rhetorist and sentimist
we dance through the ballrooms of
the age and chat with
we shake hands with heros
and the homeless, dirty
type that gum over 'hello's
we are and aren't and will be
silly verse and
naive philosophers and sweet oxymorons
waving hello from the shore;
forever onward and never ending
like the stars in an
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
Trauma Drama "STRIDER, I WANT YOU TO HELP ME IN UNDERSTANDING YOUR FEEBLE HUMAN WAYS OF THE SCRAPS OF EARTH LIFE YOU HAVE LEFT."More Like This
Dave didn't move from his seat. Neither did he cast a glance at the impatient troll. He continued scribbling lyrics of rap on the blank piece of paper, all in hopes that Karkat would be irritated with his ignorant attitude and leave him alone.
Well, five seconds of silence was a miracle until all hope was lost.
"STRIDER, ARE YOU NOT LISTENING TO ME? OR ARE YOUR EARS FULLY COVERED IN GREASY SLIME OF WAX?" Huffing annoyingly, Karkat poked Dave's shoulder. Not a single reaction was given, though Karkat wouldn't be surprised. This wouldn't be the first time he got ignored by Dave-fucking-Strider. "STRIDER, AS MUCH AS I HATE TO ADMIT THIS, BUT I REALLY DO NEED ASSISTANCE IN UNDERSTANDING THIS FUCKING PARTICULAR SUBJECT."
"Dude go away I'm busy doing serious stuff." Finally Dave gave a reaction, voice obviously not amused with Karkat's unneeded interruption. Arms cros
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
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
Creepypasta: The Time ThiefCreepypasta: The Time ThiefMore Like This
“Well, what do you make of all this?” Tracy asked her fellow CSI with a heavy sigh.
“To be honest I have no idea” Jefferson admitted.
Tracy and Jefferson were crime scene investigators working for the woefully understaffed Alpenview Police Department. And Jefferson really hadn’t seen anything quite like this in his twelve years on the job. Not because it was unusually gruesome or horrific, but because it was just so surreal. He and Tracy had excavated the coffin of Parker Ridgeley, a man who died under very mysterious if not outright bizarre circumstances. His body had been found in his apartment, shriveled and desiccated to a withered husk. It had all the telltale signs of severe dehydration, starvation, and had undergone extensive decay. The strangeness in all this was that he had been seen in public as recently as three days prior and had appeared perfectly normal. The decision had recently been made to perform a second autop
Could Everybody find Love?Gaz Membrane was the scariest girl in Hi-Skool, even one glare would make people flee from what they were doing. Nobody would go near her except her older brother Dib or the most annoying 'human' ever Zim.More Like This
It frustrated her to no end, Gaz just wanted to be alone for the rest of her life. She didn't love anything except her Game Slave and her dolls. Things that she understood, those items not judging her of her hellish past and her dark side at all.
But onward with the story, Gaz walked down the street around 11, a hour after her curfew. Nor that she cared or anything. She just wanted to walk around a while, barely paying attention to her surroundings.
Gaz stopped as cars turned onto the street that she was heading to but she was suddenly thrown against a alley wall by a couple of gang members, this was pissing her off.
"Let me go!!!!, I swear I will end you in a despair of worst nightmpph!" Gaz cried before her mouth was covered by the biggest moron of the gang.
Pick Up Lines Jaff peered over the couch, looking at the elfish canabaitalist sitting quietly on the floor. He seemed to be reading a comic and from what Jaff could see of the current panels, it was a rather gory one at that. He silently hopped over the arm of the sofa, landing on the plush cushions gracefully. The young clown resisted the urge to touch Jeck's soft looking hair, reminding himself the last time he'd done so, it had resulted with three bruised fingers. It didn't mean he couldn't look, though.More Like This
Jeck's dark chocolate hair was brushed to the right like always, his golden bangs looking softer and silkier than usual. On the left side of Jeck's head, the hair was buzzed all the way down and the tiny hairs there looked prickly. From Jaff's position on the couch, he could see the title of the comic Jeck seemed so engrossed in. The Walking Dead, read the cover. He could also see Jeck's left eye, or rather, left eye socket. It was completely empty and black, but for some re
Friends [Poem]FriendsMore Like This
If things are a mess,
If you’re feeling blue,
Remember you’re the best and that I love you.
So many times people forget,
Who loves them the best of all they’ve met.
Some people come, and some people go...
But I’ll always love you; more than you’ll ever know.
When times suck and when they’re bleak,
When life wants to drive you up a creek,
Just remember I’m there as your friend to the end.
And all of our troubles I hope we can mend.
So today as I think about all of my strife,
I’m extremely thankful to have you in my life.
Through rain and sun, and even days come to pass,
You’re always my friend, and always to the last.
So always remember and never forget,
Being with you is something I’ll never regret.
And I’ll always stay right by your side,
Even though life can be a tough ride.
So I love you, friend, and our bond will never end.
Dio and Ib fanfic I looked contently at the sculpture of a rose. It was reminiscent of Aya... Aya, slowly stepping closer and closer to insanity. Loosing her petals. Eventually a bare rose with only thorns to show... Aya. All I could think about was... Aya. Why? Why didn't you learn from your father that you shouldn't harm the innocent? You saw me! My beaten, burned face...But you did as I asked. You walked... But you walked the wrong way. You're following the wrong path. Going in the wrong direction... Aya...More Like This
I felt a tear falling down my face. My beaten, burned, shredded face. I realized that I was in public, so I toughened up and put my bandages on the side of my face that didn't have an eye.
I don't know why I'm still here. In this rotten, messed up world. But I somehow feel the need to hang on. Like I'm not quite finished with life yet. As if I'm fighting a battle that can't be won. Aya is gone, so what's the point of life? In fact, she's worse than gone. She's long gone. She's Psycho.
Subconscious Nightmares Come, IB.More Like This
She wanted to scream, to run away. All she wanted was to be rid of this horrid place and find her mother and father again, wherever they may be. IB ran her fingers through her brown hair, imagining plucking every last strand from her skull. She wondered if she would bleed. If doing that would bring more pain than the pain she was in now.
Come play with me, IB.
“No…!” She muttered, desperately searching the floor for something. Anything. Anything at all. Placing a shaky hand on her chest, she began trying to untie the ribbon on her uniform. IB wondered if she would be able to breathe better, maybe even easier if she did this. However, she was incapable of the action and instead fell to the ground and let herself curl up into a ball on the blood colored floor.
“STOP IT!” IB yelled, placing her hands over her ears. “Stop it, stop it. Just leave me alone.”
PsychopathHow did she become like this?More Like This
Her sanity slowly drained, disappeared to a black hole which will never bring it back. Why did it turn like this? Why every time she looks at a person, dolls come to her mind? There is no one to help her.
Maria passed away a while ago. But even if she didn't, Aya would still continue her beauty dolls projects with no protest from the older woman. She even supported the idea in some kind of sadistic way; maybe because Aya's madness gave her back the memories of the so called doctor, Alfred, her beloved.
There was nobody to save her. Aya was all alone, collapsed on the couch with no desire to live, slowly fading away to her dreams.
While tears streamed from her watery eyes, she wished to herself that maybe one day will manage to get away her own disorder, but right now, it seemed so hopeless.
Since, how a psychopath like her can heal from madness.
His citrine golden eyes searched the house of the mad lady. He could already see her indigo eyes; lifeless and
Stronger than SuicideYou are so much stronger than suicide.More Like This
You are so much more powerful than the cuts on your arm,
And so much better than your eating disorder.
So much more than your scars.
Please look me in the eyes,
And show me your wounds,
Whether they be on your forearm,
Or your heart.
Have you been skipping meals?
Have you been cutting?
Well, here’s something for you to try.
Think one thing,
Just one thing,
Just remember to prove to the world,
Are stronger than
Hard TimesI see you’ve been weeping for some time nowMore Like This
You’re all torn out and cold
Even if all you see is darkness
You’re the bit of light that’s shining
And I know you don’t have control
But you can't just let go
Because if one day you do, you might lose yourself
Then I’ll be left alone, with no one to hold.
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
Love as an AsthmaticI snatch my breath after we kissMore Like This
because I want to feel you
in my wheezing, useless lungs
not just a craving
a desperate need
in the physical urge
to breathe you in,
make your mystical secrets
a part of my body.
The Book ThiefSometimes when I wander by,More Like This
I see this stranger,
as snowflakes fly,
reading and not seeming to be in any danger
I catch a glimpse of his book,
it's so brown,
probably with a good hook,
and I gently sit down
He still doesn't look at me,
it's "The Book Thief",
I smile and let him be,
and begin to feel grief,
Because I know that book,
it's so sad,
when he finally gives me a look,
I know he doesn't find it bad
That's why I smile,
and he begins to talk,
we sit there for a while,
and later begin to walk
He with a long winter coat,
and the brown book in his hands,
me as I float,
above the snowy land
can bring you together,
without arranging any meeting,
books are forever
infinite/opposite.being an adult means knowingMore Like This
that there are things much scarier
than spiders, or snakes, or clowns.
the ocean, for one.
losing your parents.
empty tequila bottles.
waking up, still reaching
for someone who left you
a long time ago.
i live like there’s an end for me
because there is.
plants will wilt.
forests will burn down.
eventually, even the stars will burn out.
people will come to us.
they will touch us. they will hurt us.
they may keep us. they may not.
but i never hold on too tight
because when it’s time, my time,
i’ll only be letting go.
the heart has valves
that constantly open and close
giving love, taking love.
and my best advice
is to be selfish.
know when you’ve had enough.
know when you deserve better.
close the valves and
keep some love for yourself.
know that you are perfect
even if you eat that second cheeseburger
because there’s magic in this world.
we’re proof of it.
is fear o
Smile, DarlingHey there.More Like This
Yes, you over there.
Has anyone told you lately that you look great?
Yes, with your morning hair. Your “chopstick” limbs. Those things you call fat. Your skin with all the blemishes which make you shine brighter. Your eyes which shine like the stars.
I want to say that you look beautiful, and that you shouldn’t worry about what you look like.
What do you mean you’re a terrible person?
Oh, is it because of the intense jealousy for those who have things you don’t have?
Or maybe because you feel immensely insecure of your wonderful self? Or maybe because you take out that anger and sadness on something? Or is it because you’ve only been getting negative feedback from others? Is it because you can’t fulfill your own duties?
Here’s one thing I should tell you, darling.
Put down that blade.
Throw those pills down the sink.
Drop that bottle of liquor you’ve got there.
Let those tears fall.
I Don't Want To Say I Love YouI don't want to say "I love you",More Like This
Because my words will make it real
Make my love for you actual
Palpable and ,worst of all, breakable.
My love would manifest itself
Like a sheet of glass between us
That you could shatter with
The slightest touch.
I don't want to say "I love you",
Because those words don't show
The truth to you
They don't show how important
You truly are to me
That I want to wake up every day
And fall asleep every night
With you by my side .
I don't want to say "I love you",
Because you might return
the same words to me.
And we would love together
Our hearts growing as one
But tragedy might strike
And you might be taken from me
Leaving me with half a heart
And no one say those three words to.
I don't want to say "I love you"
Because I do
I love you more than life itself
And that scares me.
But I'll say it
Because no matter how large my fears
Or small my worries
I want you to know
That "I love you".
Good enoughYou’ll never be good enough to beat that person in video games.More Like This
Nor that online player who claims they're the best.
You’ll never be good enough to earn that pay raise at work.
Nor become employee of the month.
You’ll never be good enough to be the strongest and smartest in class.
Nor get the best grades.
You’ll never be good enough to be a model.
Nor have the body you've always wanted.
You’ll never be good enough to walk away from that fight.
Nor be able to fight back.
You’ll never be good enough to hold back your emotions.
Nor always be the best friend.
You’ll never be good enough to always do the right thing.
Nor make the right choices.
You’ll never be good enough to make that person love you.
Nor always be loved.
You’ll never be good enough to make it somewhere.
Nor ever be noticed.
But you can damn well try.
DieDie:More Like This
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
storiesi begin and end with storiesMore Like This
where hummingbird hearts play sonatas
against my ribs and i drown in
early morning light and
the girl in me sinks into the sea
like rusting anchors chained to
ships and i sway port and starboard
the lion in me rises like lazarus
from the savannah where dust swirls
and i begin and end with stories
where i swallow the world and all
the rain and girls and lions in it
where i hold it up like atlas,
where i support jupiter with just
an index finger and where i chase
comets and cup them like fireflies
to hang on my bedroom walls
A Little Bit of WonderlandHer name was Alyssa, and when she was nine, her mother built her Wonderland. After being raised on a healthy diet of Charles Dickens, Enid Blyton and J.M. Barrie, it seemed like the natural course of action. She created it out of paper, each scene indispensably, indisputably perfect in its imperfection.More Like This
And she did it because Alyssa was terrified of the idea of falling through a rabbit hole, into a place that allows magic only when you are confused. Mothers do the most impractical, exhausting things to show how much they love their children. It seemed a pity that it was this very effort that kept Alyssa up all night, staring at the paper people like they were coming to get her.
(If Alyssa’s mother knew, she would have spent all her time trying to explain to the little girl that it wasn’t just paper people she should be afraid of.)
God appeared to have a sense of humour when little Alice became Alyssa’s best friend. She lives across the street, her hair always
Star-SentOnce there was a girl who was in love with the night sky.More Like This
She had visited planetariums and read children's books on astronomy. She had learned to identify nineteen different constellations and would always look for them on dark, clear nights. She had gotten her father to stick glow-in-the-dark stars and planets to her bedroom ceiling. She had eaten freeze-dried astronaut ice cream and thought it tasted better than anything else in the world.
As time passed the girl began to learn about the universe, about things like asteroids and black holes. Little by little she came to know the invisible forces that governed outer space, and the night sky became more than just a sky to her. It was a giant treasure box, filled with the secrets of the places beyond earth.
The girl's love slowly turned to longing. She wanted to know the stars through more than just pictures and models, because deep down she believed that there was something in the universe she couldn't find on her own planet. The thoug
The MonstersThe monsters were neverMore Like This
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.
I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
The pianoThe soft touch of your fingers on the piano.More Like This
As the notes you strike turn into music
telling the stories of the unlikely and the impossible.
Dreams about lands far away.
Each chord leading me farther astray.
Each bar setting fire to the frozen lakes of my soul.
Melting away the once eternal ice.
Awaking feelings so long beyond my reach.
The air of melancholy that fills the room.
A genesis started by the gentle push of the keys.
Creating this amazing new world of ideas.
Until you stop and everything falls back into place.
Alice in WonderlandMore Like This
She sits by the window
Head in hand
Lost in her mystic
Where fairies fly free
Across the sky
And a beanstalk stretches
A million feet high
In a world where true love
Is a wish a way
She likes to laugh
And play all day
For when she's gone
She cannot feel
The tears and pain
She must conceal
One slipper safe
One slipper gone
Among these tales
She can belong
In a world apart
To hope and dream
To sing and dance
To smile and scheme
But she must forget
For she is grown
The beautiful things
She once had known
Dull and seem to fade away
She can no longer sing and laugh and play
Now comes a time
To read and write
And the curse of age
She cannot fight
But when the lights
Are cool and dim
And the sky is fringed
With a starry trim
She sits by the window
Head in hand
Lost in her mystic
The DoctorWhen I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.More Like This
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquisitively.
"It's one of her emotions. This doesn't attack the same way that normal diseases do, there are all sorts of different symptoms. Right now, she is sad and the only way that I know how to explain it is that she is feeling down."
"What do you mean by down?"
"Her emotions can best be described as ones that are upwhen she is feeling good, and
Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy forMore Like This
wearing a dress; the fresh print of a
hand mark glows on his cheek.
Meanwhile, his sister plays in shorts
II. Lunchtime and a child, no more than
twelve, hurries home early. Tears
smudge the sleeves of his favourite
shirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.
A girl hit him in the face, but boys must
III. Accused of sexual harassment, a
young man apologizes for complimenting
a lady at the bar. Somewhere in the
crowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bum
whilst her friends screech like hyenas.
She was only mildly flirting with him,
IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists her
date pays the bill. The following day,
he's accused of earning too much and
spending too little.
V. A man is pinned against the wall and
forced into sex. Even though he turns
away, he must enjoy it because he's
just a bloke. Women can't rape men - it
doesn't work like that.
VI. Somewhere in this world, a boy
holds the door open for his crush, a
My MonsterTricks and lies weave us in their web,More Like This
and tie us into a pattern with no seems.
Oh how I hate this sticky thread,
and these horribly dreadful schemes.
We try to free ourselves from the clutches of death,
but it only leads us to our doom.
For as the monster takes our last breath,
the lies become so dense there is nothing but gloom.
As sharp words sink through our flesh,
our heart slows down its beating.
I can think of nothing but my distress,
for I did not take my monsters heeding.
Lies only come from selfishness.
IntrovertEveryone's tryingMore Like This
to get out of
of their parents-
I'm here trying
to get out of
Winter's GirlI was winter's girl,More Like This
frozen under a thick layer of ice.
People tried to break it with their ice picks, but to no avail.
They eventually left me cold and in pieces in my frozen abyss.
You're thawing me out, slowly but surely.
"Summer girls aren't for me, "you say.
"Too full of sick strawberry sweetness."
That was just said to comfort me, but it oddly worked.
Maybe time with you will make me a summer girl,
no more need for thawing,skating with you above my ice.
Homo NovusHomo NovusMore Like This
We are homo novus. A new kind of human beings. Ones that are more human than those around us. We will be the next generation to humans. We will be the dominance on this place you call earth. We will be the greatest of human being who ever lived.
We are homo novus. Whether we are gay, straight, bisexual, asexual, or heterosexual we are still homo novus. We will never be destroyed by those who want to change who we truly are. Even if it is who we want to be. They can not control our being.
We are homo novus. We are set apart from our families. Unlike our families, we are different. They can not tell us how to live. We live a life we want to live. As long as we make the right choices, we will find the true happiness in this life on this earth. They can not tell us what we should be. If you are to submit to their demands to be what you are not than you are a slave.
We are homo novus. We are not who we once were. Boys can be boys, girls ca
Growing UpGrowing upMore Like This
is a contradiction in terms
to do it right
you must lose what makes you childish
and hold on for dear life
to everything that makes you childlike
sacrificing imagination for pragmatism
does not make you mature
it makes you hollow
Losing wonder to indifference
does make you an adult
it makes you apathetic and cynical
growing up isn't about burying the child inside you
hiding them so deep you can forget they exist
it is making them strong
strong enough to bear
the savage attack on who you are
that is living
and strong enough to protect others
HumanityHumans are cruel.More Like This
Humans are killers.
Before guns it was knives
Before that it was stones
Invasions, burning homes,
Stealing lives and loves
Releasing crows and
Humans are good.
Humans are kind.
They live, love and laugh
They have the gift of hope
Helping them all to cope
Through evil human things
Sowing seeds and
Sewing angel wings.
Humans are strange.
Humans are incomplete.
Punches to kisses to games
Anger to love to insanity
Tragedy to crystal clarity
Whirlwinds of empty whims
Empty prayers and
Humans are living.
Humans are dying.
Ashes to ashes, soul to Hell
Or perhaps to Heaven
No human can really tell
If even either is real.
Let it Go Prison RepriseLet it Go Prison RepriseMore Like This
I have made so many choices,
And so many mistakes in my life.
I've caused so many problems,
So much pain, so much strife.
Now I can see my swirling storm outside...
I couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried....
I shouldn't have let them in, I should've have let them see,
I should've been the good girl daddy told me to be.
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them through..
But then they knew.
I let it go,
I let it go,
But I couldn't hold it back anymore.
I let it go,
I let it go,
I threw my soul to the snow.
But should've cared,
Watch the storm rage on...
And now cold is all I feel today.
It hurts how some isolation,
Can make everything seem strange.
And one wrong choice,
Causes everything to change.
Now I've lost control of my curse,
I've lost my sister to make it worse,
Not right but wrong, the storm set free
I let it go,
I let it go,
But I was one with the wind and sky!
I let it go,
I let it go,
But now you'll only see me cry.
Here I am,
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.