BloodI've got a filthy mouth,& a house of starsthriving in my throat.21 yearssilent& I still have yet to tamethis grounded constellationI call my temple. -Slitheringtongue hissing too many"fuck you's" against my teeth.I fear I will write myself hollow-or until my bones are corroded away& I am nothing-an insignificant nebulaorbiting the wrong atmosphere.But, my veins bleed sweet ichor,& words are only words, Mother.
queen of nothing.what I've learned:I still remember singing in my room when I was six, and having my mother come down the hall and slam the door so hard that the windows shook.Her nails hurt when she scraped the tears off my face. "It doesn't matter what you want," she'd always tell me.Like, when that drunk driver swerved and hit her car I didn't want her to leave me, and it didn't matter.Once on vacation I bought a pair of fuzzy leather heels for two hundred dollars, and when I wore them to dinner, I found out that1. "Suede" is a fancy word for "fuzzy leather."And 2. Good things don't last: That night my cousin told me that she thought 135 pounds was a little too big for five foot eight. So I tore my tights up to the thigh and threw those new suede heels in the garbage.It felt good later, to know that they couldn't hate me more than I hate myself.My six-word story from ninth grade reads, "If I don't laugh, I'll cry."When I read that treating people like trash to gets them to nee
My Eternal CurseMy Eternal Curse:Since the time I was awakened,From the dawn I lived and breathed.I have always walked alone,For I carry a dark disease.No matter where I go,No matter where I'm born.Always it will reveal itself,Always I am torn.The moon will shine from cloudless heavens,And soon the change will take it's place.My fangs will grow and fur will sprout,It is my deep and dark disgrace...Silverback, they called me,Bane of men and beast alike.Knights and templar, each and all,Sought to have me on a pike.I've killed so many countless men,They are faceless in my waking dreams.Bones shall litter the depths of my lair,As I wash the blood away in streams.I seek not an end to my torment and pain,But leave me now in peace to die.Or come into the den of evil,And your head will be the first to fly."Werewolf, Silverback..."-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th February 2012
Shy TruthsI spilled a cup of oceanand opened my handshoping to catch the truth.Empty seashells,broken clams,and a palm-fullof worn pebbleswere all I caught.I guessthe truthis shy.
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Shadamy Broken part 3Part 3Amy's POVWhy can't I get him off my mind?I asked myself this for what seemed the tenth time.Even though he's not here right now, and I miss him so much, why can't I be happy?At least a little bit?Can I not
be happy without him?Am I not
strong enough to live on my own while I wait for him?Sonikku
He was always on my mind. But why? Because he's saved me all those times? Because it's so easy to be comfortable around him? Because he always sees the best in people?What set him apart from everyone else? A tear trickled down my face, and I hastily wiped it away."I'm not obsessed, am I?" I whispered in a low, shaky voice.I laughed uncertainly. "There's no way I could be obsessed. I just miss him. That's it.That's all it ever will be."Somehow, though, my voice sounded hollow.What is Sonic to me? What am I, to him?Perhaps I need to learn to live my life myself. Have I been depending too much on other people for my happiness? I h
You Won't Control MeDear grief:You strangled meAs I snuggled into your hugsI remember your joyToying with my lungsDear hate:I remember the excitementThe bruises you leftTold me to "look at the concept"As you sneered at me, you never leftOh I smiled as you burned my fleshThere I go thinking of the past, it's deadHere I go feeling no peace, just dreadYou'll never get to break meEmotion's ran me deepThey had prevented me from sleepI looked elsewhere ignoring themAnd yet the emotions tried to brush my lips againI want to tell you, my sweet emotions,I used to be yoursThe past is, the pastAnd little by little, I don't know you anymoreDear Pain:I remember how you buckled meThe ground felt so heavenlyYour needle pierced me deepYou held on tightI waited on you; you never gave me the timeDear contentment:I remember the dead silenceThe hard stop, as everything slippedAnd suddenly all was balancedThe nothingness ringedYour silence made me screamThere I go thinking of the past, it's a
Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminderLike ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the lastThat remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayerTo rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;For the little soldier boy, once marching home."Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012
Should Have Cared LessWhen did I turn from "the most amazing woman you have ever known" into something completely meaningless?The later tonight gets, the less sleepy I become and the more my thoughts turn to memories that I want to cling to with every ounce of strength I possess so they do not slip away. I press my hand to my chest in the spot where my heart is aching and I sigh, then bite my lip and try to hold back the tears.Your eyes, the bluest eyes I have ever found myself lost inside, I loved the way they always looked at me. You devoured every inch of my body with those eyes, and although I acted bashful, I adored your attention. There is nobody else I would rather have stood before naked and exposed, because I trusted that you saw the me beneath my flaws. Now, you are letting go. Lately I have felt myself slipping away from you and back into the skin of the reckless girl I used to be. The girl who would build something beautiful ju
Dead, Inside and OutI scream, but nobody hearsI cry, but nobody caresI look, but I do not findI try, but I do not dieI wake, but I never really sleepI eat, but I never really tasteI long, but I never really knowI try to stay, but it is time to goI slumber, but I do not wakeI crack, but I do not breakI gasp, but I do not breathI swallow, but I do not sneezeI am floating, through the pale airI am moving, though I do not careI am strangled with tears, yet I do not poutI am dead, inside and out.
admittance is defeatthey called you beautifulwith porcelain eyes about to crackand cigarette skin crumblingaway, a knotted spine andjagged smile:you were never gracious.you're slipping underneath, thisvirulent smog masks a paper sky thatnever allowed a dream andyou're afraid because it's soaking inyour pores again, unattainable and unoriginal;the meaning of life never meant enough-you were never hopeful.there's a getaway map on the undersideof your pillow, and a lifetime of secretson the underside of your bonesyou're a walking travesty:your chest ticks, dullyour wrist beats, dyingtime is keeping you butyou were never patient.you lie large enough to make us believe youdon't entertain nightmares, but what ifno one could hear you scream?remarkable, it seemscaged birds really know howto sing out(you were always beautiful)
The Stars that Seem to CollideThe soft crunch of gravel under your feetStepping to the rhythm, stepping to the beatOthers surround you, excitement rides on the breezeSummer putting souls to rest, their stress turned into peaceDriving, climbing, walking throughNothing else better to doIn this old town, then what we foundOn the night when our stars fall down.Everything thing in this clearing become silentWhispers of anticipation suddenly compliantAnd we all hold our breath; our hearts in our chests, roughly kickingas the final minutes on the clock fall away, softly ticking.We look to the skiesand I can never believe my eyesas I sat on the concrete that nightWhen the Stars seemed to CollideColors surgeIn brilliant burstsAnd these new lights we made,These beautiful embers flicker at firstBut more are launched, a crusadeJust a flicker, a flashand when these lights touch the nightthe atmosphere holds steadfastAnd these stars begin to igniteBang, Crash, BoomThey create a chorus of soundT
Being HumanYou could be anybody.Everything has a right to live.But it all is made of the beholder because it can't be made out of something else."People are funny toys for me.I know how to rule them very well".An ordinary writing for a fifteen-year-old with a spiky bracelet and black lipstick."I may be Another...""People are grey mass!""Vampires, werewolves, wizards, boom, boom, bobobobobooooooommmmmm..."Being human is not in fashion now.Of course, every thought creates a new world somewhere away.The world has very own ideas, but we can't reveal them."What did I do that everyone treats me in such a way?!I am too soft, I forgive everyone!It's wrong!I must be stronger than them!"Being stronger not obligatory means being stubborn and deaf.Changing the world doesn't mean alien invasions or that.See it yourself and forgive.Forgiving is so simple and so hard.But - simply do it.It will mean you're a human.Not a machine made for creating its twins."He wanted to be alive?! He didn't
As Echoes Drift OnwardsAs Echoes Drift Onwards------The echo drifts onward,Of tales unforgotten,Or perhaps memories,Discarded as blindly as faith,For who could have seen,That the man beneath the mask,Could be so cold,And callous to cast,Away his cherished dreams,Where do we wander,Under the midnight moon,When all roads lead to dust,And where do we soar,When all our skies are crowded,With other lights burning far brighter than our own,Do we seek to ever float so highOr are we simply clutchingat the threads of fateHoping that just onceWe are not the ones who cut the lines,For the roads of destiny are a tightropeAnd each unsteady aching step,Is merely one after another,On a path fraught with failure below,Is this why we soar?So that when we fallWe know the pain of lossIs as hard and cold as the ground.For no matter who or what slips away,When all else has left,We still have our dreams,Our whispers among the stars,That shine bright in our eyesTill our light finally dims,And we
short-term memory.and you'll never forget:When you realized that everybody dies alone.When you didn't take your eyeliner off one night, so in the morningyour eyes would look as hollow as you felt.When you spent a year blacking out the sad endings in your books.(When you wished that life could also work like that.)When you learnt that "We need a break" means "I am going to break your heart."When you fell in love with the stars, and the way he says "us."When he told you, "More than just a long time."The first time you hung up to the sound of your father laughing.When you walked home from a party in January, and couldn't rememberif you were still breathing.When you begged him to let you be sad, and he smiled and said, "No."When you saw the irony of drawing trees on paper – and how alive you've feltafter being sure you were dead.
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenI try my best to express myself, without it being brokenFor what I feel is deep in my heart, is love that I want to be showingEvery day it develops, every day I feel more lovingIs the tenderness of passion, which I’ve never felt beforeA feeling that I got from a girl who I truly adoreBeautiful as a rose and gentle as a peaceful doveMy heart gets filled with warmth, a feeling I describe as loveShe’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, that’s as simple as I can beSo very cute and filled with joy, she’s the only girl who I want to seeHer adorable smile that always cheers me up, she’s the only one I needShe’s everything I ever wanted, I thank god that he gave her to me
Beautiful.You arecompletely anonymousto me.Yourname age gender remain a secret.I know neither yourheight weight sexuality nor the color of youreyes hair skin.For once I had no preconceived ideas false expectations unfair prejudicesthat distorted you into something that youwere not.I savor my ignorancefor it carries the delightful taste ofpure truth.Beautiful.
Love LetterYou are re-creating the word love for meI have never felt anything in my heart so deepI'm so in love that I'll never be the sameI just want to be with you every single dayYou have touched my heart in many different waysAnd now from my heart you'll never go awayI feel so warm every time you're here,I feel so cold whenever you disappearThough it feels like you are already mineWho knows if that's real, who know if it's a lie?I just think about you every single timeEvery time I write, and when I close my eyesBut I'm just waiting for that special dayFor when you finally say, yes
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