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You should date a guy who writesDate a guy who writes. Date a guy whose fingers are stained with ink, whose pockets are filled with pens, and whose eyes smile and dance with curiosity. Date a guy who notices things like the colour of your hair and the way you have your coffee, not because he has to, but just because it’s a habit of his to notice things. Date a guy who can barely get around a computer, but is expert with his word processor. It doesn’t matter; he prefers pen and paper anyway.More Like This
Find a guy who writes. You’ll find him just outside a library. He’ll like the idea of being outside, on the verge of a thousand worlds, a few steps away. He&rsqu
ProsetryI can't see the light;More Like This
Does that mean I'm blind?
I can't hear the truth;
Does that mean I'm deaf?
I can't feel the happiness.
I can't smell the new air.
I can't hear the song of the new day.
I can't see the changes that I've made in the lives of others.
I just can't.
And so I'll use my imagination.
I'll use it to "see" the wonderful world outside
With it, I shall "hear" the nice things people say.
I will "feel" the love that we have for one another.
I will "smell" the fresh flower bed.
And I will understand why people hide in the deepest recesses of their mind. They want to hide away from the horrors of the world outside and live in their
FrightmareThere's no monster,More Like This
Under the bed.
Just the shadows,
Playing with my head.
There's no zombie,
Behind the door.
Just my hallway,
Nothing more.
There's no danger,
That lurks outside.
There's no need,
For me to run and hide.
Protecting me from all harm,
My kitten scampers away on a whim.
There's no way,
Monsters could get past him.
ClaireClear away the mistakes I've made.More Like This
Love me for who I am.
Accept me because
I am only me.
Remember all the times I've been there,
Even when I didn't want to be.
Love me.
Glistening, Gleaming, Seeing, BelievingI am nothing.More Like This
I am in the background
Of a cruel world.
You do not see me.
Your eyes are drawn
To that which is beautiful.
I am not.
Your ears are drawn to stories of success.
My story
Is not.
You yourself are drawn
To attractiveness.
I am blank.
I have no face.
I am a cartoon.
I am alone,
And hidden from the world.
In a corner,
I lie still.
You do not know me.
You will never know me.
Because I do not sparkle.
I do not glisten or gleam.
But that which does,
Is not all
That it seems.
Zero.10.More Like This
I take a deep breath.
Is this really what I want?
9.
Of course it is.
Why am I even questioning it?
8.
"Because you're a coward,"
That cruel voice whispers,
"And you're looking for a way out."
7.
"No," my voice replies.
My voice is stronger.
I will be heard.
6.
I shift my grip on the knife,
And sink deeper into my sheets.
5.
My heart rate jumps;
My breathing accelerates.
4.
The world shifts in and out of focus,
As my senses are heightened,
By the adrenaline racing through my veins,
Knowing my end is near.
3.
I think back.
Is my will in order?
Have I written all the letters?
2.
My eyes flick open,
And I plunge the bl
We Regret To Inform YouDear Claire,More Like This
We regret to inform you that as of 10:48, Thursday, 21 of March, your grandmother has passed away.
Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that your application to University of Georgia School of Veterinary Science and Medicine has been rejected.
Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that everything you've ever loved has slipped through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.
Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that you are nothing and will never be anything more than a pathetic piece of dust that clings to those who are better than you.
Dear Claire,
We do
Broken SpiritMore Like This
Broken Spirit
In the corner of this bar
I swallow my miseries alone
In the depths of this whiskey glass
Lies the tears of my unheard moans
Fiery-ice, liquefied annihilation
Madness on the rocks
Death awaits me patiently
Cause in hell time has no clocks
Beyond this physical realm
My spirit surrounded by haze
Possessed by evil and darkness
Lost within this circular maze
Trapped inside this whiskey glass
Spiritually I'm caged
Physically I 'm slowly dying
Mentally I've become deranged
Scattered thoughts, shattered emotions
Uncontrolled by this deathly crave
Never had two feet to stand on
Born with one foot in the grave
Slowly my spirit burns
DeplorarNão, mãe,More Like This
Eu não estou bem.
Não se preocupe com isso,
É uma emoção passageira.
Não, pai,
A dor ainda não passou.
Obrigada por tentar ajudar,
Mas nada poderá agora.
Não, corpo,
Eu não quero levantar.
Sei que tenho um dia todo pela frente,
Mas minha energia está acabando.
Não, ouvidos,
Não ouçam estes sons inúteis.
Ignorem-os, e criem um silêncio
Só meu e seu.
Não, meus olhos,
Não vou tentar me impedir.
Sei que exercer tanto trabalho é difícil,
Mas aguentar tanta tristeza foi ainda mais.
Não, mente,
Não me force a acreditar.
Sei que minha realidade é outra,
Mas nunca pensei que esta seria tão pior.
Não, alma,
Não me faça mais sofrer.
Pare
Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their shipMore Like This
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.
XXXXXEven now,More Like This
part of me
(my hands)
want to
pull out
that glass
she lodged
in her neck.
Pull it out
and drop it
into pieces,
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.
Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
(my chest)
is not afraid
of demons.
It is far less
dangerous
than girls with
haphazard knives
and other
monsters.
DryingThere is a book of matchesMore Like This
on my floor here,
somewhere behind the
shelves of paper and wires
coiled in the corners.
And it always smells a little bit
like smoke and ink in here
especially when I open the window;
put myself on display
for a street where
only strangers walk by.
I am an old, tired zoo animal
and the kids don't even tap
on my glass anymore.
I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:More Like This
Breathe -
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.
Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.
Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.
And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:More Like This
There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.
I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.
I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.
I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.
Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.
Until the very last minute, when th
GaspThere was noMore Like This
life in
danger, but
she pressed her
lips to his
and breathed
into him
all the
same.
Smoke Breakwe sit togetherMore Like This
outside
at a red, metal table
on the side of the building
beneath the trees
and we're sharing a lighter
passed to me from your shaking fingers
as you inhale
and I mirror you
one deep breath
your lips pulling long on the filter
and I wonder
watching your laughter
curl into the lamplight
what would happen
if I leaned in close
to share your smoke
and trade you mine.
Remember Your DuesRemember Your Dues:More Like This
You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.
Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.
But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.
You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.
But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!
But its too late for apologies;
The
I Love You, In A WayI love you in a way that keepsMore Like This
Me from sleeping at night,
In a way that crushes my heart
Whenever I see her.
It makes it hard for me to write anything
Because I love you and
Hate you all at the same time,
And all I’m doing is confusing everyone.
I want you to love me
All night long just one time,
And I want you to make me not
Regret it the very next day.
I want to throw my arms around
You whenever I see you,
And remember what it was
Like to feel cared for.
Your bed isn’t comfortable anymore,
Nor is your body,
But you still give me the best
Sleep I’ve ever had.
I hope someday I will be younger,
And that I will be out
I aint made of paintI aint made of paint.More Like This
I'm made of concrete.
Your the one who kicked me off my feet.
Look past the picture.
Look past the scriptures.
Look closer, look deeper.
How bout
for once, you be the brush
How bout
for once, you shut up and hush.
You the mortal and pestle,
my spirits you crushed.
Into fine grain, into fine dust.
Your form the colors!
You sculpt the bust!
I aint made of paint
I aint acrylics.
I aint oils.
I aint water color.
We are no art scholars.
But,
listen good.
Listen close.
Next time you don't like, when i'm feeling blue.
I refuse, to paint a picture for you.
You'll Never DieHear me read it!More Like This
They say that if a writer falls in love with you then you never really die.
Instead your body is laid out in its funerial shrouds and moulds are made. Soft impressions of you to be pressed onto the blank faces of future loves.
Every time I write of taking comfort in a safe place in a storm, it will be your forearm. Every half-made smile will be on your lips, and every touch will be constructed from the residue beneath your fingernails.
When I metaphise of trees' blood, the leaves that give the energy so that a willow can provide shade for those in need, it will be your blood, it will be your light drenched kisses.
Every
you call me an angelyou call me an angelMore Like This
in spite of the bruises left on the fronts of my knees
stains of sin left on my skin;
the knots in my back,
you liken to the wings soon to burst from my shoulders
&tell me you can feel no sadness
when looking at my face-
eyes you analyse
into paints of the colour wheel,
several shades i have yet to see;
my smile,
despite its crooked nature
&peeling lips,
thinning enamel from my sickness-
you still find me amongst the heavens.
&sometimes,
as this once,
i kissed you to shut you up.
my skin is removing itself after my clothes
in the winter,
cold &dark,
too unlike the white night of russian summers.
i kissed you &it was
Fall Of The RepublicWhy must you want to take my guns?More Like This
Why must you want to take my voice?
Why must you want to take my constitution?
It is not your right to tell me how to live my life.
It is not your right to tell me how to eat.
It is not your right to tread on me.
The republicans are the democrats, the democrats are the republicans, why cant society see.
Behind closed doors they laugh and joke, about the curtain they have placed before society.
They are all friends, they all make deals.
With bankster thugs to, authoritarian steel.
They run your life, you just dont know.
Welcome to the Ignorance show.
Upon truth, the people run.
Running to their honey bun.
Games, Pop Music, Reality TV.
It is all be manufactured to keep you from being free.
They want your body, so they can eat your soul.
The New World Order.....This is their goal.
Blood and PainWatching the blood slowly flow,More Like This
She crys but nobody will ever know,
Sitting alone she watches the blood,
Her fear causes her eyes to flood,
She holds her breath and forgets how to breathe,
Some times she pretends this is all make-believe,
Pain lets her know shes real,
No one will ever know how she truly feels,
Pain is her friend,
Thats all that will matter in the end,
Pain lets her know shes alive,
Some times she secretly waits for death to arrive
Just FriendsYou look at him,More Like This
He looks at you.
All you can do is look away
Because whenever you look at him
You realize he'll never be yours.
And one day you're going to lose him
To a girl who's better than you,
Prettier than you.
No matter how much you wish before going to sleep
No matter how much you dream of being his
He'll never be yours.
Every time you close your eyes
You see the same pair of green eyes,
And that same mysteriously shy smile.
That makes your heart skip a beat
He's perfect, you think.
"Maybe he doesn't deserve you." They say.
Maybe,
Or maybe they've got it all wrong.
Yes, it isn't that he doesn't deserve me, it's al
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Dear Sorrow,
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Dear Pessimism,
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Dear Apathy,
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Dear Agony,
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Dear Death,
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
You hated meYou laughed when I fellMore Like This
You watched me kill myself
You hated me silently
You loved me secretly
I slapped you when you laughed
I cried when you watched me die
I knew you were disgusted of me
I loved you loudly
When you cried
I cried
When you lied
I lied
When you died
I said horrible things to your mother
You pretended to love me
So I pretended to love you
Tonight when I sleep
You will come to me in my dreams
You will say you love me
But the truth is you have always hated me
I triedI tried to count my scars,More Like This
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p
That Girl In The MirrorHappiness will remain forever out of reachMore Like This
When love from your life you omit
To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful
Yet somehow you never quite fit
Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be
When you were a neonate child
Born with a raging heart and a raging mind
But with a manner ever so mild
Your scars aren’t always visible to them
And not only hidden under attire
Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent
When memories and dreams conspire
So girl break the mirror if you have to
And reflect on your life as a whole
Do you really want to spend the rest of your days
Behind a façade of self control?
Please be strong
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 ho
I'm fineYou say I don't understand youMore Like This
and I probably don't
But how can I ever begin to understand
if you never tell me anything?
Are you okay?
I'm fine...
Really?
Are you?
How am I supposed to know
if you always tell me
what you think I want to hear
Tell me how everything is falling apart
how you hate everything
including yourself
including me
Just don't tell me lies
I can't help you
when all you show me
is a wall
I can't help you
unless you help me first
Help me understand
even if I never truly will
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for
Mommy MommyMommy mommyMore Like This
Look at me
See what all I can be
Mommy mommy
Aren't you wowed
What can I do to make you proud
Mommy mommy
Please get out of bed
I'm tired mistaking you to be dead
Mommy mommy
Please don't cry
You and step daddy don't have to say good bye
Mommy mommy
Did I do good
I did the best that I could
Mommy mommy
I didn't mean to make you part
And make step daddy break your heart
Momma momma
No need for shame
I will take all the blame
Momma Momma
Please don't date
It really is something that I hate
Momma Momma
Don't leave me again
Can't you see I'm in so much pain
Momma Momma
Please come back
Your heart has
he loves me he loves me notMore Like This
He loves me,
he loves me not.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
Take on petal at a time,
and drop it to the ground.
Repeating these words again and again.
He loves me.
As the last petal drops,
it's a love me not.
Your heart stops beating a minute,
then you crack a smile,
Grab a new flower and begin again.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
Take one petal at a time,
and drop it to the ground.
Whispering he loves me.
Which is it really?
Flowers are indicisive just as boys are.
One minute he loves you,
and the next he never did.
Just pick one already,
i can't wait forever.
He loves me,
he loves me
dead girl walkingI'm a dead girl walking.More Like This
A corpse that breathes.
My head's full of flies.
My hair's full of weeds.
My bloodshot eyes no longer see.
My colorless skin is peeling free.
I cannot think.
I cannot feel.
Yet I continue to walk on this never ending wheel.
KindergartenMore Like This
I lost my Nationalism today when
a man shot Twenty Kindergartners down.
The media went mad, news wrong since then,
last Murder decades ago for this town.
There was appreciation in Nine Eleven,
a sense of Fear and Awe for all the Death,
Virginia Tech and Nineteen Twenties, then
if things were Fixed, no Four-Year-Old last breath.
You look at other foreign countries, Ten
gun accidents to our Ten Thousand more
and this does not get fixed because some men
want "Freedom" buying Weapons at the store.
When Twenty-Seven Die in Schoolhouse Halls,
my Faith, America, is first to Fall.
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
Let's Play Pretend"Let's Play Pretend"More Like This
When I was a kid I used to play pretend
Oblivious those times would one day end
I would pretend I was an astronaut
Exploring deepest space
I'd use my pillows as a rocket ship
And the blankets as the caves
Sometimes I would imagine
That I was on TV
I used a box as the frame
And cut a hole for a screen
I would always swing a bat
Pretending that I played
Baseball in the sun
While drinking lemonade
I always thought I was a doctor
With my plastic stethoscope
Healing all the animals
With cotton and some soap
I would pretend I was on stage
Strumming air guitar
Singing in a microphone
Into a sea of endless
DaleHear me read itMore Like This
They will not silence the bells for you.
The roses will not halt their will to wilt
and lilies will disassemble under the earth.
They will not dust Frankincense over cities
and trees will not bow down in grief
willingly donating limbs to become tissues.
But throats will dry out mid-sentence and
black hankerchiefs will be dubbed into pockets.
There will be enough salt to melt the ice
embedded around the hearts of old enemies.
Old enemies will turn friend once more
and the church will be full, packed with love.
The world is unlikely to take a moment's prayer;
Earth spins too fast to pause for any of us.
But the meagre collect
Leave your past behind.More Like This
I know that you remember all of those bitter moments
But what is it worth for to keep those memories working
They’re not making you happy; they’re just making you hopeless
Then follows depression from the feelings that you’ve let lurking
Because you went through it, but you relive it every moment
When it’s all in your mind and you’re making it a necessary component
It’s just jarring to your heart, yet you keep it for your mind is uncertain
Many broken hearts, from family to friends, something you won’t admit was certain
I’ve been like you, for months to years, having a mind that’s unc
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinMore Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
Stronger"Stronger"More Like This
How does it feel to be erased?
How does it feel to be replaced?
Consumed by your inborn hate
You've made your grave in a lonesome fate
How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
How does it feel to stumble and crawl?
Not such a nice feeling now, is it?
Others may deem you as quite pathetic
I don't need your filth, your shame, your lies
And I found in time I did survive
I'm stronger now because I don't allow
People to walk over or break me down somehow
I don't need your trust, your eyes, your games
And in the end it was really such a shame
But I refuse to relate to the same mistakes
I don't allow myself to ache or break
I feel s
boys who love their grandmothersnever fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.More Like This
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forg
Are you happy now?I tried my best to please them all…More Like This
They said that I always looked too angry
So I shaved off my eyebrows
They said I always dressed bad
So I took off my clothes
They said I cried too much
So I burned out my eyes
They said I wasn't listening
So I tore off my ears
They said I always said the wrong things
So I ripped out my vocal cords
They said I always faked my smile
So I ripped off my lips
They said my hair was a mess
So I cut it off
They said my feet were too big
So I broke them
They said I walked weird
So I saw off my legs
They said I played too much with my fingers
So I pulled off my hands
They said my arms we
* I LOVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE *I love you for all the boys I never knewMore Like This
I love you for all the times I spent with you
For the smell of the sea and warm bread
For the flowers that you put near my bed
For the pure animal that lies within a dove
I love you for all the boys I do not love
Without you I can only see the wide world
The mirror cannot produce the image that was destroyed
The moment between what was and is today
And by forgetting the road I was well on my way
But the hole in the wall did not reveal a lot
So I had to learn about life by the pieces I got
I love you for your wisdom that is not mine
I love you eventhough people consider this a crime
I love you though I know it is all illusion
But my heart is beating in restless confusion
You think you are doubt, but you are reason
You are the sun that will be present every season <>
From the SkyFrom the SkyMore Like This
15-5-13
If this should be the final night I have upon this earth,
Remember that the following is true;
There is no other place I’ve ever known
Whence forth come friends like you.
If this should be the final night my hands caress these keys,
Do not blame yourself, the following is true;
You stood by my side throughout it all,
I was blessed to have known you.
If this should be the final night, my final tears to cry,
Know that I’ll never leave you – I’ll watch you from the sky.
You KnowYou KnowMore Like This
15-5-13
You know just how much I hurt right now,
Because you knew the weapons to use.
I handed them to you on a silver platter
Carried in on the back of friendship.
I laid the dagger in your hands
With every word I spoke to you in confidence.
The fears I shared about never finding love
Because of my looks – and the hate over those looks.
I presented you with the sword
When I let you sit with me throughout a long night,
In an attempt to save my life.
And I ripped open my own chest and exposed my heart,
When I told you the never-ending pain of a miscarriage
That haunts me daily.
I handed the weapons to you,
And you used them
Who's the Bitch Now?Who's the Bitch Now?More Like This
15-5-13
All he said was ‘I don’t understand why this is happening,
When I did what I was asked to do.’
All he said was ‘I used that game to cope with my depression,
And starting again is more than I can bear.’
All he said was ‘I’ve started cutting again.
I want to die.’
And how did you respond?
You took a dispute over an online game
And turned it into an online fight,
By daring to hit below the belt
And harp on his mental illnesses.
You dared call him pathetic and weak
Because he takes meds,
You dared call him a loser
Because he lives with his parents,
You dared call hi
Never As It SeemsIt's not like I've tried to keep it a secretMore Like This
It's not like I've tried to live in my regrets
It's not like I never cared or I never will
I'm just trying to find the reason I'm still
STILL AROUND AT ALL
You can turn the lights out on me
You can pull the plug and you'll see
I wont try to stop you now
I wont try to fight it off
Cause it never seems to change
I'm a victim to the past
I'm a great example of man who's at his end
I'm a prime example of the things that kill a man
I'm a tragedy written to be glorified
Or whatever you see before your empty eyes
You can turn the lights out on me
You can pull the plug and you'll see
I wont try to
What is LoveI won’t pretend to know what love truly isMore Like This
Love is an irrational feeling
That gives people the excuse to put themselves in painful situations
To be upset over and over again
And so that at the end of the day they can still say they 'love' someone
Love is power
You give someone complete control over you
Give them the key to a part no one else knows
And they seem to throw it away
Love is a delusion
It’s not all who do that
There are the faithful few
But for others
The heartbreak and loss and torment
Comes time and time again.
And every time they hope
Love is fantasy
That the next will have a different ending
The fairy tale sto
Too hell with the good boysI understand the pleasuresMore Like This
Of dating a bad girl or boy
That way once it’s over
You already knew you’d be a toy.
You go in knowing
The dangers that you’ll face
So when in the end it happens
The blame has a proper place.
See good guys are the devil
With smiles so warm and white
Promise you heaven and the moon
But when needed they take flight.
Left to question what happened
What YOU did that was wrong.
A huge mess; you are broken
Until time can make you strong.
I don’t want safety or comfort
In the end it kills me more.
I want trouble and regrets
Make the heartbreak easier to ignore.
Trade the chivalry and kindnes
Hey TrollIsn't it funny?More Like This
The moment you decided to appear
Is the one I'm weakest
The things you decided to say
Were ment to bring me down
But I already reached my lowest point
So thank you for the laugh.
Echoing SilenceEchoing SilenceMore Like This
Another set of feathers
Fall to the ground
I sit there and look
With a frown
Though not surprised
It happened again
Betrayal of the utmost
A very bitter pill
I swallow it whole
No emotions I show
Cool and calm
As I face eyes untold
I do not cry
I do not scream
What is the use
No one will hear
This echoing silence
Inside of me
Just Another DayJust another DayMore Like This
I try not to cry, though my eyes burn,
Fighting for air, as my chest tightens up,
Needing to scream, yet nothing comes out,
I ache inside, but I don't complain,
It's just another day, of my life,
So what is left to say?
Now I shall end this, morbid poem,
Crawling back into my shell,
And get my emotions under control,
I will look at you, once more with a smile,
So you won't see all that I hide inside,
Turning ColdTurning ColdMore Like This
She opened her heart once again
To the joys of love to one so dear
Believed in the beauty of his words
Felt his love so deep within
Then once again like before
They all turned to ashes
As she is left empty and alone
Watching as they burned away
A banchee cry falls from her lips
A curse to all men comes from within
As her heart turns into diamonds
As cold as ice and hard as stone
As crystal tears fall from her eyes
She turns her back on all mankind
Some days, Heaven needs to dim Herself.Why do you mean anything to me?More Like This
Why are you even within my span of knowledge?
We aren't even friends.
You barely notice I even exist.
You aren't mine to hold.
So why do I want to?
Why do I even want to hold you, even through the facts that stand?
You're an anomaly to me.
/You're should be absolutely nothing./
But you -aren't-; that's what annoys me.
Why should I want to define something so inconsequential to myself?
Why are you even something I want to define?
You should mean nothing.
But now you mean everything.
You mean the Sun and the Moon and the Vault of Heaven and all of Her bodies.
Why are you my Vault of Heaven?
Why are you even anyth
Player versus PlayerPlayer versus Player:More Like This
Elemental artisttry, as lightning weaves through the air.
I see the bloodthirst in his eyes, the hunger for victory.
A demand to be recognised, yet soon to be silenced;
Perfect and perfunctory - my opponent made defunct...
As I stand above this dying creature;
The flicker of life soon fading from their eyes.
I smile and whisper a word of parting,
For the fool who fell where he lies.
-Unfinished piece by Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012
For HerSkin so pale and so innocent; yet warm and soft.More Like This
Bright is her eyes, always lit by day or by night.
Her warm embrace; like a maiden of the heavens taking the late life of a man.
The way I feel with her, is a way I have so little felt;
Tis love! The bittersweet fruit that drives an able bodied person;
To the very end of their sanity or to their discovery of true happiness!
Oh god who art in heaven, why must I love!
For she the vile woman that fate has bestowed upon my desires;
Feels not the same as I.
WordsYour words surround me;More Like This
Twist and twirl in front of my eyes.
Everywhere I look, everywhere I run,
Again and again I hear goodbyes.
Your voice rings out,
A mist only my mind can see.
My body rooted to the ground,
My heart never to be set free.
The memories bring pain to my heart,
Enemies I cannot hope to outrun.
Our story is a tragedy;
A history that life has undone.
I wish to see beyond you,
But to life I am blind.
Your shadow covers the light;
Only darkness in my mind.
Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?More Like This
To feel so socially awkward
around people that you feel
uncomfortable in your own skin,
knowing that you don't fit in.
And, you walk away...
thinking that being alone
will be better for you -
but you're wrong.
You just feel even more alone;
even more rejected from society;
perhaps even sad, in some way.
What do you do while waiting for someone?
As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -
hoping they'll come soon
lest you seem like a loner
walking aimlessly around,
causing people to pity you.
And your face gets hot,
you start to sweat because
they know -
they know of how alone you are
and they feel sorry for
Are you there?DoubtMore Like This
me
not.
I am real, you can see me can't you? she walks closer to your body.
you can feel me can't you? she runs her fingers over your left cheek.
Fear
me
not.
I haven't hurt you have I? She smiles softly.
I haven't tricked you have I? She puts a few strands of hair behind her right ear.
She walks towards the window, the white meshed, short curtains flow in the night wind, and you notice parts of her appear translucent. You stare intently & say nothing.
Ignore
me
not.
I take care of you don't I? she grabs your white blanket and puts it over your shoulders.
I am always here for you aren't I? She sits beside you on the bed, her eyes
Friend Zone.Friend Zone.More Like This
I just can never seem to get it right.
How can she say that I am not her type?
After the constant phone calls and the facebook messages
And listening to you talk about all of your annoying relatives.
I thought that you and I could’ve been something.
I know now you think all guys are just after one thing.
Especially after the last guy and what he did to you
And I thought since I was the person you came running to.
That maybe, eventually there could be something between us
And you would believe me when I say I am not thinking of my penis.
When I say I long to hear your voice, even if it's only for a little while
And I love
your eyes allure me with a burning brillianceyour eyes allure me with a burning brillianceMore Like This
bringing a burst of heat to my reddening cheeks
the blinding cobalt blue of them binds me in place
the black lashes a perfect frame for their beauty
my pounding heart beats with a burdened rhythm
it stutters from the bolts of electricity in my blood.
your words shiver through me with a weightlessness
that reminds me of whirling mist and silver water
warm sounds of love like wine and flowing honey
your lips caressing the air with wild words of ice
your wandering whispers flow through me
their writhing intensity without compare.
my sharp intake of breath invites your crooked smile
summoning anothe
As the Paint DriesSplashes of red and purple,More Like This
Green and blue,
From darkest black to purest white,
The colors flow from the brush.
Each given stroke is deliberate and precise,
But at the same time random and unpredictable,
Yet the picture forms ever clearer as the paint dries.
Layer upon layer,
There are no mistakes to this masterpiece.
Nonetheless even a common man could do it,
All that's required is an open mind and willing fingers,
So grab your paints and brushes and let your creation form.
The canvas isn't blank, oh no sir!
It's filled with possibilities!
A fire breathing dragon,
A world of your own,
Creatures long gone or brand new to the earth,
Or n
Love at First SightDid you ever wonder what made me love you?More Like This
Do you even care?
Well if you do it was your laughter,
Your smile,
Your happiness.
They say opposites attract.
They did for me.
Did they for you?
Did you notice me?
With my silent voice,
My unshowing emotions,
My ability to almost disappear.
Was it the same for you as for me?
I guess no,
You never noticed me,
Not till the very end,
The end where I told you,
And you went.
You never answered,
You just went.
I guess it wasn't your fault,
Your parents moved,
You had to go,
And I left you no address to reply.
Did you even read it?
The letter,
Where I opened up,
For the first time,
About my love for y
still,"i want grandchildren."More Like This
that car ride ruined some things
threw a wine bottle at the wall
15 years sitting
it was good enough or
it wasn't good enough
all the silence forced
my pride to jump out the window
if any rested in her
she showed it off like a speech bubble
tied it to her teeth
slammed it in the door
had it under her pillow for months
and years and years and years
there was no statement
there was no outstretched hand
just steering wheel clenching
knuckles white and jaw taut
(all because who i bed was not her mindful of
timeline perfection)
i still think i'm a tumor
--
she shows it off like a speeding ticket
i
Sonnet to Self-Righteous ScriptsThink you to be the right, straight, and narrow?More Like This
'Tis you who bear the spear of Rafael, you say?
Carry the banner, you who are right and we the wrong.
Colorless sight doing thyself no favor, believe me.
Clinging to the Old, snapping away like cornered dogs.
You speak practiced words, loud enough to block your questions.
Your ignorant tongue, no one died and made you God.
Open thy foolish eyes, step into cold waters and may you not drown.
Girls in shorts, boys in dresses, lipstick is made for any lips.
Say you, "Hark you demons, for you shall burn in Hell."
Well I take up my cross and shield, yet you sharpen swords.
My Father's hand will lay
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
"Dear poetry,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and mak
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.More Like This
Don't move.
Don't think.
Don't dream.
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't cry.
Don't laugh.
Don't smile.
Don't frown.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
Don't breathe.
Don't exist....
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all
RebirthI was born twice.More Like This
Once in a McDonalds’ hospital
with Mickey Mouse sheets;
my first gasp of Aunt Mary’s smoke,
my last of formaldehyde.
Laid upon today’s paper,
I was outlined by the headline
like a halo: “Diana Dead.”
Grace is my mother,
but she’s never stepped
foot in a church.
She wore hot pink to my birth
and hot pink to my funeral too.
I was named Heaven in her womb.
She didn’t care for me much
after that.
I died once
sometime after high school
but before I made anything of myself.
I cried every time I flipped on the TV.
I caught myself with sharp things
like it was Valium. Popping pills
o
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphineMore Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
filled up
with nothing.
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
but-
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
tiger-striped skin.
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinMore Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
Lament of an AtheistI cut candles straight down their waxy centerMore Like This
just by looking into the flame. Slick peels of
honeycomb melt into my palm and blister skin.
Then the world ricochets forward.
I plummet back into my body and there's
a thick distortion in audio. A constant pulse at
the back of my eyes, tuned to the rhythm of your
heartbeat. I look for traces of you, but,
God, you're lost.
Leaves fall as paper lanterns from wooden fingers.
Spiraling upwards on the breath of cosmos, back
to Heaven, lit like the sun on a marvelous azure
backdrop. I needed your wisdom, but all is gone.
Christ, you're dead.
Atheists are not meant to love. Realists
