Sleep evades my battered bones
Silence, echoing deep within my veins;
It numbs me slowly, tip to toe, consuming me up to my eyes
Chapter 2: DemoniButter watched as her brother continued to play in the water, completely oblivious to the reason why he could never wander past the very river he was playing within. She yearned to know what Euteria had to offer past such restricted areas and what kind of people lurked around the dark corners of such a dazzling world.
Then a soft noise made its way towards her and she twitched her ears towards her right as she instinctively turned her head slowly to see another cat. The girl was noticeably sitting on a tree branch that was right above both of them, making no real effort to hide herself from their eyes.
Butters ears went back in aggression and a slow long growl rumbled out of her throat.
Scotch, sensing the shift of energy in the area sprung out of the water and fled towards the safety of his sister. "What is it?!" he whispered worryingly at her, shifting his eyes around the grassy meadow.
Butter let out another long territorial growl until responding to his question, "We have an int
I'm liked at school.
But I'm hated at home.
I am kind, caring and active.
But I am greedy, selfish, and lazy.
I stay quiet most of the time.
But I am loud, screaming for attention.
I stay on everybody's good side.
But I stay on their bad side.
I try to stay good.
But I stay bad.
I smile at everyone.
But I cry alone.
Everyone listens to me.
But no one listens to me.
I am happy most of the time.
But I am depressed most of the time.
I listen to everyone.
But I listen to no one.
I try not to make mistakes
But I make mistakes all the time.
I tell the truth most of the time.
But I tell lies most of the time.
Everyone believes me.
But no one believes me.
I am surrounded by people.
But I am alone.
Thank You Friends
Thank You Friends
She's tired of being alone;
Of not having that someone
Who loves her despite the scars,
Loves her despite her past,
Loves her beyond the outside, the cover.
She's tired of not getting flowers
From someone who loves her enough
To buy them, even if there is no 'occasion' to celebrate.
She's tired of having no money;
Of always having to beg
Despite her parents' embarrassment.
She wants to be able to buy her dog a bed,
Buy herself groceries,
But her family cannot afford it
And neither can she unless
She sells cushions
Or someone needs proofreading.
She's tired of having to beg
Her online friends
From other countries,
But she needs to.
Do you know how that hurts her pride?
K.O her pride lies on the floor,
Probably dead not just knocked to the ground.
She's tired of being the family problem.
But she has a dog depending on her survival
So she will not leave this world
Until it is her time.
She will not listen to th
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
End The Hate (Gay Rights Poem)I was walking with my husband,
During the month of May.
His name is Bobby,
And I'm Adam Galloway.
We were holding hands,
We were happy as can be;
And then we met a stranger,
And he said to me:
"Look here at the faggots!
You're ruining my path!
I hate you gay ass fuckers,
Now you'll feel my wrath!"
The man pulled out a gun,
He aimed it at my head;
Bobby jumped in front of me -
Poor Bobby is now dead.
I caught his falling body,
As the stranger ran away.
I lost the love of my life,
All because we're gay.
He risked his life for me,
For Adam Galloway.
His name is Bobby G.
He died for being gay...
I was eating with my wife,
We were on a date.
Her name is Sarah,
My name is Deven Kate.
We got kicked out for kissing,
So we approached our car;
And what we both had seen,
Was pretty bizzare.
Our tires had been popped,
Our windows had been smashed,
The back seat was on fire;
So we both had dashed.
We didn't get that far,
When a girl got in our way;
She said to us, "Now burn!
the sky was earl grey
and the clouds were steamy sips
and i wanted to drink it all.
the leaves were star yellow
and the bark smelled of coffee
and the bakery was selling a moon made out of cheese.
there was an old man on a bench
he threw his wedding band in the sewer
i cried for him.
the birds were dreams
and the mountains, my obstacles,
tally ho young adventurer tally ho
i ran into an artist today
he drew signs on corner post buildings
but he also gave his lunch to a homeless boy.
my mom holds black holes beneath her eyes
and for the first time in days, she spoke to me,
"i'm worried about you. try to make some friends?"
dear mom, i am trying
i played chess with a man in the park
i helped a girl find her parents
i am content with who i am, mom,
now i am just trying to help others achieve the same.
i ran into the artist again today
and he taught me how to paint
and then he smiled at me and said, "you're different than the rest."
we made plans, me and
Can you relate?On the outside I'm unbreakable but inside I'm broken
On outside I'm comprahendable but inside I'm ill-spoken
On the outside I look good but inside I feel bad
On the outside I'm happy but on the inside I'm sad
On the outside I'm sweet but inside I'm sour
On the outside I feel energetic but inside I have no power
On the outside I'm motivated but inside I lack all motivation
On the outside I'm determined but inside I've no determination
On the outside I'm sturdy but inside I'm tumbling
On the outside I'm strong but inside I'm crumbling
On the outside I'm laughing but inside I'm crying
On the outside I'm fine but inside I know I'm lying
On the outside I'm living but inside I'm dying
On the outside I'm joyful but inside I'm suppressed
On the outside I'm okay but inside I'm depressed
On the outside I'm happy but inside I'm screaming
On the outside I seem optimistic but inside life has no meaning
Can anyone else empathise with how I am feeling?
Chapter 1: Flame PointsThe sound of water encircled the area. The subtle echo of the liquid splashing against the river stones, sent an array of euphoria to her ears. The piercing heat of the morning star kissed the skin of her face, as the frigid wind caressed her body.
A loud crash erupted, the sound of the peaceful water being pushed out of its safe abode.
A piercing tone called out to her, “Butter! Please come in the water with me!”
She instantly recognized the voice belonging to her twin brother Scotch. Her cat ears twitched from the annoyance of her brother disturbing her tranquility. She peered one of her eyes open to see him drenched in the crystal like waters of Euteria. She couldn’t resist as the urge overtook her and the lips upon her face curved into a smile, her unmistakable feline fangs exposing themselves. The saliva dried quickly in the morning air.
“You are so silly brother, you are a walking contradiction.” She said, her smile growing wider.
Her brother tilted
How I Measure LoveYou asked me how much I love you.
On a scale from one to ten.
I whispered, "Infinity."
Because if I took a brush,
dipped in our love,
and painted a line made of whispered wishes,
and passionate kisses,
and tried to measure how much I love you,
it would stretch to the outer reaches of the universe.
And everyone would see that line,
twisting and curving,
in shades of happy tears and butterfly wings,
and say that someone crazy must have spent all that time painting it.
Or someone in love.
It would cross oceans on the backs of fish,
and cover cities, countries, and continents,
eventually breaching the atmosphere,
to play connect the dots with the stars.
It would ricochet off comet tails,
and weave playfully between Saturn's rings.
It would paint the universe in colors,
and pale pastels,
that people could see, when they looked up into the night sky.
Like the northern lights,
our love could light up the Heavens.
It would paint the tips of wheat plants,
dyeing the field in