Be like me?I am a man whose pronoun is she.More Like This
I am a woman who thinks herself he.
I am the flat-chested, round-hipped
Paradox of union that I call "me".
Dare to define me:
Make me a cage out of words.
I am complexity brilliant and infinite
I am a shimmering rainbow of thought
I am the man, and the woman, and child:
A perfect mix called "androgynity".
How to contain what completely transcends?
All, both and neither, all possibility
Unfettered by form and determined to be
Ultimately, positively, immutably free:
To love and be loved by all humanity.
If a body is limited cast it away.
Forgo the echo of what it could be and become
A being of pure energy:
Immortal and awesome and childish and three
Are the parts of a human to be found in thee:
Mother and father and child, beauty
Defined by the brilliance of mind.
Be like me?
UnglueckskleeUnglückskleeMore Like This
Das bringt mir Glück, das bringt mir Glück,
Das denkt er sich beim Kleeblattfund,
Sieht nicht: ist der letzte Schund
Geht zum Automobil zurück.
Er fährt die Strecke Stück für Stück,
Die Reifen schlingern hin und her,
Der Wagen kommt nah an die Klippe.
Der Fahrer beißt sich auf die Lippe
Und das Auto will nicht mehr.
Komm, noch ein Stück, ich hab' doch Glück!
Er kommt nicht vor, kommt nicht zurück...
Da kippt das Auto über'n Rand,
Das Kleeblatt hält er in der Hand.
Es bringt mir Glück, es bringt mir Glück...
- Ret Samys
The JoiningThe JoiningMore Like This
Two hearts they were waiting
The hands are finally clasped
A future soon together
The time for doubts is past
The seekers found an answer
Beneath the vaulted skies
And found their greatest treasure
Within the others eyes
The spirits please watch over them
Wherever they may roam
Steer danger always far away
And bring them safely home
May always they remember
Through times of joy and fear
In light and dark in good and bad
The love that brought them here.
Why is it fair to you...Why is it fair to you?More Like This
Why must i always have to compromise to your favor?
Why can't you be approachable and honest?
Why does it feel like you've forgotten about me?
I can understand that I have made many mistakes.
"To err is human" right?
or am I just beyond "To forgive is divine"
I can understand if I am in your eyes.
I get it.
Why must I always have to be in your favor when some times I need you in mine?
Why is talking to you so difficult when it can be so much more easier?
Why can't you just be honest?
Why does it feel like you've forgotten me?
Did I just not live up to what you wanted me to be?
Have I just became a disappointment to you?
Can I never be enough?
Why is it fair for you to forget me and pretend you haven't?
Why can't you just be honest for once?
Just this once.
anything moreDo you ever wonder whyMore Like This
why you keep moving on
fighting just to survive
do you ever ask
for a reason
not to just
have you ever searched
for a way
that never seems to be there
do you ever wonder
if there is
AnthologyLet's get out of here, you and IMore Like This
(while the evening is spread out against the sky
and, you know, patient etherized upon a table,
muttering retreats, one-night cheap hotels, oyster shells),
and while we run, shall I compare you to a summer's day?
You are more lovely and more innocent
than a red wheelbarrow glazed with rain water
and the blood of innocence; sing your song
of sixpence, your queenliness, and bake your pie
to be sold by the little goblin men with their whiskers
and their rat tails, so that the hollow men, the stuffed men
may shamble down and, raging against the light's dying,
may take their pies with them as they climb Mt. Fuji,
losing pieces of themselves, but slowly, slowly.
Do I contradict myself? No, I don't, it's just that
my vast multitudes are smarter than your vast multitudes,
so you can never hope to comprehend my world
of etherized, shambling, snail-like rat-tailed hollow men
whose world will end
in both fire and ice, slowly,
not with a bang but with a whimp
What is a friendWhat is a friend?More Like This
What is a best friend?
A friend is somebody that listens to you when you're sad.
She never listened to me when I was sad.
A friend is somebody that keeps your secret save in his or hers own heart.
She never kept my secrets save inside her heart. She just wrote them down in a sms. Send it to other people. Knowing my secrets now.
A friend is somebody that tells you when your outfit is not so pretty.
She never did. But now, she can tell everybody how fat and ugly I'm looking inside my clothes.
A friend is somebody who's by your side. every time. Every day.
She was never by my side. Every time, I was by her side.
Looking at her, watching for her, like an angel.
She never looked at me.
When a friendship is ending, both friends are going the same way. But there's a really important thing:
Everything that happened in this friendships, everything, every secret, every memories, stays inside the head. just the head.
I'm keeping my memories, good memories, bad memories,
EverythingEvery branchMore Like This
on every tree.
in every sea.
Every ray of light
in every shadow.
Every drop of rain
with every rainbow.
and the human race.
The Sun, the Moon,
and every star in space.
to my name.
and every stone.
Every hell fire
and demon horn.
and angel wing.
and romantic rhyme.
I'd give you my world
Cheater!ReaderxGreece~What he doesn't know~Trying to hide things from Heracles was a little difficult. For some reason he could always tell when you were lying, or sad, or any other type of mood that wasn't your normal. And lately, you weren't being yourself.More Like This
"You don't seem to communicate much with me anymore." he said calmly as you were passing through the room. Your body stopped, and your brain tuned in to what he had to say.
"Is anything wrong?"
You stood there, a little stunned. What made him think of all this now?
"Of course not!" you lied. If he were looking at you, you would have been done for. Your face was red and starting to sweat. You were....hiding something in your bedroom closet. Oh if Heracles knew...
"Well...come sit with me then." he said, in his usual tone. Carefully you slid next to him and waiting for him to say something.
Instead you tilted his head to see you. Was he waiting for you to speak first?
"Your face is red (Name)." he said with a little..surprise in his voice. You touched your forehe
Juicefast is officially over!10 days ago, I decided to go on a juice fast that was going to last 10 days. Eating nothing else but juice. I did consume some vegetables and fruit aswell now here and there. But mostly juice.More Like This
I FEEL SO good and healthy.
I lost probably around 10 pounds.
No headaches or stomac pains, which I usually have now and then.
SO MUCH MORE ENERGY
my skin looks a lot healthier.
I can consume vegetables/fruits I hate which is good for me by just mixing them with other stuff. Brilliant!
SO much waste of fruit/vegetable meat, and always having to clean the juicer every time. But thats it.
>8D IT FELT SO GOOD EATING A SANDWHICH TODAY NOW THAT IVE DONE and been drinking nothing but fruit and veggies for 10 days.
I will keep making juice, and as a lover of juice before I got the juicer, im happy to stop buying processed nonnutrientfilled juice and change
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.More Like This
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 love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
Mommy MommyMommy mommyMore Like This
Look at me
See what all I can be
Aren't you wowed
What can I do to make you proud
Please get out of bed
I'm tired mistaking you to be dead
Please don't cry
You and step daddy don't have to say good bye
Did I do good
I did the best that I could
I didn't mean to make you part
And make step daddy break your heart
No need for shame
I will take all the blame
Please don't date
It really is something that I hate
Don't leave me again
Can't you see I'm in so much pain
Please come back
Your heart has turned black
I don't want to watch the young one
Can't the dates be completely over and done
Are you even my mom anymore
Because you just seem like an uncaring whore
I hope you're happy
Because you've lost me
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the lives that I hold in my hand;
Fictional lives, but precious still.
Yet as soon as I see their imperfections,
I destroy the evidence in a throe of shame.
These crumpled masses that now surround me,
They aren't the proof of perfection's pursuit...
They are merely my feeble, worthless attempts,
To disguise my own ineptitude.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th Decembe
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
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
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i lookMore Like This
For how i dress
What music i listen to
I sit in bed and cry
Not because of what they say hurts
Because it does
But because I'm not appreciated
Wondering down a path
I try my best
But nothing works
I don't eat because I'm "too fat"
I listen to my music loud to block all the words
Those words that will stick in my head
Make me cut again
I don't want that
I just want to be freed
I feel so trapped
I cant explain it
I begin to have feelings for someone
They aren't ever mutual
I sit and realise
Once again my hopes are dashed
Its a vicious cycle
I've never been told how to love
I've never experienced it
I feel empty
Yet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeks
Has taken hold of me
My Testimony Born to two Christian parents (though at times I doubt they're true believers) and raised in a Christian household, I never really went to church very often, not until years after me and my brother were born. We went sporadically for a few years, but more often than not we found excuses to stay away, until we stopped going altogether, under the excuse, "we don't like some of their traditions." Their tradition was simply that they'd all shake hands with each other every Sunday morning. My parents always hated that because they might spread germs, so they stopped attending. Since we live too far out of town to walk to church on our own, and there is no public transportation here, me and my brother were forced to stop attending as well. Though we never really minded. I personally found it a bore. So what was my religious life in this Christian household? No church, no reading the Bible, no real connection to God, simply lMore Like This
The Mind of MeTo live in this mind of meMore Like This
oh how I wish I could jump free,
fly with the birds in the skys
no longer believe human lies,
run with wolves through the trees
no longer falling to man to my knees,
sing with bugs in the grass
let my pains simply pass,
rise up with the stars in the above
where many may be to love,
oh how I wish I could
and perhaps someday I should.
DeathIt knocks on our doorsMore Like This
it rings the bell
but does not care
no it comes when it will.
It puts dreams in our night
and it haunts us by day
laughing at our fears
that it has brought itself.
It doesn't care your age
no it will take anyone
and it grips us with fingers of ice
till our blood runs still.
But it trembles at the light it can't end
the one who denies it and strikes it away
"no you can't kill this child of mine"
says the will of God.
Love Left BehindDroll beating timeMore Like This
Thundering heart clicking
Forward in anticipation
Eyes locking perfectly
Lips meeting passionately
Our dreams die
You leave us
Broken by hearts
Black with indifference
Changed by time
Only it heals
But time ruins
As we wait
For partners always
Come to us
Love needs you
Wait for lightning
The time's right
Find water merging
So together now.
I Still Believe In LoveI believe in love,More Like This
the kind that
brings you to your knees when it leaves.
that hoveres on your lips
and waits for the perfect chance
to leap forth
and land on anothers' heart.
that brings two together
in marriage forever.
that drives you
to do anything with your heart
to hold your partners' love in your palms,
sheltering it with a kiss.
The right love
that never leaves once found,
yes I still believe in love.
Dear YouDear You:More Like This
I know you think you're fat. You're not.
Look at yourself honestly; no more starving yourself.
I know you think you're unloved. You're not.
Notice all these people, not all of them are leaving you.
I know you think you're wrong. You're not.
Take a moment; be who you want to be.
I know you think you're lost with no one wanting to help you. You're not.
Do your best to take that hand, it's reaching for you.
I know you think you're a freak. You're not.
Everyone's different in their own ways; this is yours.
I know you think you're broken. You're not.
So dear you, take a moment to save yourself today.
Broken DreamsWords emerge and crashMore Like This
shattered onto jagged shores,
while broken breaths heave
from stormy seas,
and tears leap
of rushing rapids.
And cracked lips plead
do not leave me here,
while none so dry eyes
beg even harder with need,
as one hand grabs
for what it knows the ends.
And the bells of broken dreams
rain from skys of ruin,
falling hopeless on a chest
haunted by a black heart,
and these lost thoughts
cry on deaf ears of one indifferent.
As everything mixes in sorrow and
ruins the sun in it's blue heaven,
Worlds lost lose again
while those creul save,
and you watch light come
from above the waters you down in.
I Am HuntedLife hunts me downMore Like This
using a blade of words
It jumps at me
just when I think I've gotten through the worst.
a blade through my skin.
And yet I do not fight the way
I know I should
or the way
I wish I could.
I hear it singing to me
and I stand
and let it happen
because I am weak
and I am caught.
And I am guilty.
Father forgive me I am dead inside.
Friends forgive me I am tired.
Though I know I cannot
and will not
StopStop it please,More Like This
Stop yelling at me,
I can't take it,
Please oh please stop,
Stop yelling at me!
Trumpet in a PaintingStanding on a canvasMore Like This
in a world made by a brilliant
I see beauty all around me.
Water shimmering snow glimmering
wind blowing and I am going
to see the sun melt the world until it is
nothing but a ground of tears streaming away
to ponds and lakes and oceans.
And all the while I will wait for summer
to bring it's heat and warmth with bugs and bees
all chasing me.
And I will sit in a tree over the water and
watch the birds in the branches and the bugs below
I know the plants will grow and pollen will come
but I will not be bothered by it yet.
As trees lose leaves and the summer sun leaves
the world will hide behind clouds again
to wait for the snow to fall and cold to come.
And it will with the crisp bite that speaks of Canada
and a black and white picture of dimonds in the snow,
still I will always go
to watch the canvas be repainted month by month.
And the Painter has gifted us all
With music of the birds and bugs and wind
whistling through the trees,
as I pull up a piece of w
Christmas Raffle![WINNERS CHOSEN]Hey everyone! I don't know how many watchers I have are even alive right now aha! But I figured since I'm really into the Christmas spirit this year I would make a raffle! I was originally going to create a contest for myself but I am not the contest making type. I prefer to give then get because I am happier that way! I know the winners be will be chosen on a werid date but I decided to do this at the last minute so its bad timing. I am going on a family trip to atlanta near christmas and I want to let the winners know they won before Christmas.More Like This
I am not sure what to expect!
Date winners will be chosen are on JANUARY 1st 2014!!!!!
WINNERS ARE LISTED HERE> TOP THREE ARE THE WINNERS!!!!! I will note you shortly. YOU are responsible for collecting your prizes from those that contributed! I will note them ahead of time just so they know who the winners are!
Heres what you can win!
My Dreams Are More Painful Than RealityIn my dreamsMore Like This
You have the ability to pat my shoulder
You smile and laugh with me as we drive together to somewhere other than here
You can’t even touch me
You’re too unsure
Am I a snake? Will I strike with fangs filled to the brim with poison at the ready?
Am I a rabid dog? Will I sink my infected fangs into your skin without warning?
You awkwardly smile, but I find it cute
&& I love your laugh; it fills me with an electric sort of happiness
But then it hits me that you don’t feel happiness too
&& I feel bad, like a horrible and selfish person
I’m so sorry I can’t provide you with happiness too
You have no idea what I would do for you…
Because even you deserve it too.
the good don't stayI blinked, shifted and cringed. My body was sore, my mind was cloudy and everything throbbed, especially my feet. I blinked a few more times. Goodness, my eyelids were heavy and my wrists itched—how scratchy the blanket upon my chest was! I took in a deep breath and tried to get past the blurriness.More Like This
"It looks like we have a survivor. How are you feeling?"
Turning my head, I saw a white coat, and as my eyes drifted up, there was a stethoscope, assorted pens stuffed inside a pocket, a clean-shaven chin and grey eyes. I opened my mouth, but closed it again, because my tongue was dry and I really didn't feel like talking to anyone. Honestly, I was awful at dying. Everything was trying to do me in, even myself, but I just wouldn't.
And then shame filled me when what I had done truly sunk in:
I could have died.
I wiggled my fingers—I was alive.
"How am I feeling?" I rasped as my old temper was aroused by the absurdity of the doctor's question. "I feel fine. Absolutely goddamn dandy. N
The Shot Heard Around the World(the world ends here)More Like This
Don't play the victim-
we're all abusers
Don't blame invention-
fault falls with users
We're our own problems-
ones that we resolve
with the fire of guns;
it's how we evolve
And so I wonder
what could be louder
than the explosive
force of gunpowder...
Don't play with fire-
you're bound to be burnt
Don't ignore wisdom-
it has to be learnt
We're our own problems-
ones that we resolve
with pure honesty
and limitless love
And so I retreat
hoping to repeat
the desperate sound
of my own heartbeat...
falls onto deaf ears
The shot heard around
the world ends here
Uncompromising LoveWelcome to existence.More Like This
Welcome to your conscience.
You may find some substance
in abject resistance.
Welcome to the planet.
Welcome to your summit.
You may find some merit
to throw down the gauntlet.
I know how you feel-
this emotive rawness;
I think we've all been there
in our self-awareness.
Then I dared myself to
love like never before...
Welcome to the world.
Welcome to the old lies.
Love is a commercial
wrapped up in a disguise.
Love is a chemical
you need to reproduce.
Love is a medical
condition I must beat.
over my own heartbeat-
a dollar for a touch
and a dime for some heat.
Then I dared myself to
love like never before...
And ever since,
words have failed
Because the pure and true
of what I never knew
seemed extremely askew
to my old worldview-
forgives every heartbreak;
is never give and take.
You know some words I hate?
Let Me Sleep, PleaseI am sound asleep when youMore Like This
get on my bed and sneak up to
my face, pressing your nose against my cheek
and seem to say, "Hey! Wake up, it's me!"
While you insist that you should stay,
I swat my hand to make you go away,
but you perch right there near my head,
hogging my favorite part of the bed.
Blank FaceYou mistake my blank face for one of sadness and discontent,More Like This
Because you believe that if I am not happy,
I therefore must be sad?
There are countless shades of emotion,
each one varying slightly in taste and color.
Do you believe that the pity on your face will somehow bring me happiness?
Shall I then liken your hideous grin to anger and madness?
So be it, two can play at this.
WorthlessHave you ever woken up feeling worthless?More Like This
Ever realized that you cannot lose something you never had to begin with?
Ever felt the pain and emotion swimming... no not swimming.
That's too graceful of a term to describe it.
Crashing, thrashing you around in its wake... and you are left battered and broken in its tide pools.
The critters of the sea swarming around you, and wondering what you are because now you are unrecognizable as what you formerly were.
I Am NotI am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.More Like This
I am not Blind; I just love to listen.
I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.
I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.
I am not Depressed; this is how I smile
I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.
I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.
I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.
Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,
I am not Special; I'm just being me.
No TimeI envy those who can travel far and wideMore Like This
Or at least live in more interesting places than mine
How I wish I could take to the sky and find the sunsets and the crystal waters that are mine in my mind
I find myself daydreaming in class about what it would be like to be not here and somewhere far, far away
Yet reality comes snapping back into place, with a slap across the face with cold air
With a piercing pain to my eardrums with a shriek of how I should pay attention to the lecture
And I am reminded that I don’t have time for such silly things that could make me the happiest I’ve ever been
Neither time nor money, to pursue my dreams
I know it’s silly to envy those who have those things but I mean no ill will by it, trust me.