Like so many greenery Images…
Like none have seen, one full of vigor.
To have died.
And tossed aside…
Never to be seen again.
What a shame.
The Weak:The Weak:
Like lambs to the slaughter,
Marching one by one.
Inquire the position.
Requite when done.
Bruise the ego
Far beyond repair.
Punish for choice
Encase and encage:
Despair and enslave.
Draw the smite
Where the week lie dying.
Turn the head so sodden…
Don’t let it see you crying.
Ring around the corners
As dew drops and glitter
Sparkle towards the color.
Like the spring turns to summer
With a rose on each cheek.
Like a pixie she flitters
Back and forth
Having a never-fading smile
Etched on her face.
Small gifts of kindness
As true to the heart,
Always last the longest:
Always feel the best.
The SerpentThe Serpent:
A Blessing in disguise
Dripping the truth
From its gills: how you've never told me,
I'll never know.
But you won't be forgiven
Quite so easily
Curl up in your corner,
Back in your hissing, slithering
Mass of whispers and lies.
Glowing so brightly, your eyes tell a different story
While your tongue soothes
At each fresh cut it tries.
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Tears of blood
Twinkle from each corner,
They threaten to fall.
Has the whip stung enough?
Let’s embrace once more.
Interlocking with a passionate kiss.
Latten within a fear to show desire:
A mimic, a glare, a lusty fire.
Who needs love?
Who needs a reason to be the Devil?
You're a bastard to hope
That the switch will be flipped.
But I see your love
Just all the same.
Wolfish FateWolfish Fate:
In the jaws of fate
Plotting for attention,
So grizzly of lies
He falls and becomes the victim.
From far off
In the distance.
And strays from the truth.
Who would believe the boy now
When he screams bloody murder?
Sadism and Love:Sadism and Love:
I long for you dearest.
Cry through the seeping wound.
The devils play, upon
Porcelain and red water.
I left you red roses,
I left you wide stitches
I love you so much, So much it hurts.
Day by DayDay by Day:
I dread the night
As each day ticks by
Ever so slowly.
My wicked little lie
All hold trapped stasis.
I'm in a never-ending dream,
The pain of rot.
The slow death of each second to pass,
Never gaining back that misused moment
As I slowly die.
The trickle of time
As it flows,
Like an ever flowing river
After the monsoon.
All are caught in its path
And none can escape from its grasp.
No one lives forever.
Including the real and unreal,
Animate and inanimate.
And I except to meet death with open and welcoming arms
But not now,
I'm just closer by a day.
Locked away.Something here is beautifully imbalanced and unpredictable,
working it's way into the core of my being,
sinking its ivory teeth
into the flesh of my evanescent soul.
My bruised limbs ache with desire
and my silken bones bend with the winds.
A voice that cracks and breaks in the breeze
weaves itself into otherwise habitual sounds
of the waking morning.
The essence of the sound reverberates off of the marble
and cries against the walls.
I am intoxicated by the voice,
unaware that the sound I am so searching for
is slipping between my own cracked lips.
The silver and stone are worn smooth from years
Phantom fingertips claw at the cage in which I am held.
Their fearful screams echo with my own suffered voice.
Trapped now like so many others,
I sit now, waist deep in submission to circumstance.
What is left now in this hopeless place?
Nothing but the beauty in darkness.
The harmony in dissonance.
What is left now, but sorrow?
Stardust.I partook in the poison
of your miracle, for
I believed you a magician:
You pulled chronic weariness
from my marrow—
from hazy depths grown
The eggs spoiled fast:
you pulled from your hat
an act of distrust,
and you left me
She Stayed Dead: Glass coffiShe Stayed Dead:
Girl stuffed in.
Seven smaller men
Still the apple
In hand clutched
With a vice grip…
Through its poison
The youth had died.
Now mourning the loss
Grass and MeGrass & Me:
The grass may be greener on the other side.
But let's say that I…
Put moles on that greenside,
Then sprayed weed killer on it all…
Will it still be greener?
Mole ManMole Man
Matched to torn and worn fingernails:
Dirt clings just below the surface.
Splinters decorate your arms.
Windowless pools of black: blank.
You're dusty duds
Struggle to follow with unscathed.
The hobble-tobble walk,
Forces that precarious sway.
The falling, bruising.
The scraping and bleeding
Are all that fate brings.
Lament the loss of time,
Place yourself, where are you?
How long have you been away?
Cracked, swollen digits.
Limbs helter skelter, every which way.
Scattered within your innards are the feasting crawlers,
Where once dirt wandered,
Where now insects play.
The rot of ages,
And stench of decay.
Your breath reeks of horrors
And the dead look on in shame.
What have you become…
What will you do now,
That you are free…
Here he lies.Here lies the hypocrite,
shocked and ashamed at the next generation.
Saddened by their exploits, their debauchery,
Disgusted by their stupidity and judging their changes.
He stops, and thinks about himself.
One year ago.
What that person say to the one now?
Would he be surprised?
Would he be disappointed?
Would he be upset, confused, scared?
Without a doubt.
Here lies the hypocrite,
passing judgement till the cows come in.
Life Cannot Be Seen..::Life Cannot Be Seen::..
In the empty spaces between matter
to the point where atoms are galaxies apart
there is no worry
there is no beauty
there is only blackness
and it possesses the knowledge
to manipulate motion
unequivocally invoking causality
spiraling down through the realm of quantum reality
where aeons are nothing
and by unraveling all the imperceptible spectrum's of darkness
we are created
so it would make sense that time is not but an algorithm
set in place to solve spatial differentiation
so that we may understand
but it is just an illusion
like the empty spaces between matter
where life cannot be seen
Life isn't about winning;
It's about love and friendship,
Life isn't about hatred and grief;
It's about being with those who care for and love you,
Life isn't about playing the cards right;
It's about who you play it with,
If life isn't what you think it is,
Maybe someone else does,
And they can share what they see;
Life is a mystery;
No one knows when and how to solve it,
Life is like a math problem: it's hard but easy.
It has it's ups and downs.
Life is like chess;
You can go anywhere but nowhere at all.
It's about who you take the journey with!
The sound of musicYou.
Alone carry the notes of the world upon your shoulders.
The keys of life beautifully,
On a splintered seat with a piano with broken keys.
To be unfazed by the disarray that surrounds,
Making sure the chaos does not mess with your sound.
Were a saint given the devil's violin.
Skipping across the strings with power,
That could never be recreated.
Alone played life's symphony,
Even when the instruments were classified as useless.
You are tempest,
destroying and undoing all that you have done.
Are now a demon running your nails across the fragile strings of a Harp crafted by God.
Smashing in the Keys of a piano blessed by the saints.
What are doing?
With a life gifted with power and strength
You rather waste it...
Apart of the group you once saved people from.
You're just a broken musician
Who forgot the sound of music.
I, ApostropheLabel me the apostrophe.
Providing union prophecies
and communion plays
to quench your exotic fixations
Coaxing your child-caliber -
through coated girth and doubt.
Naming off syllables of sitcoms
till re-runs act as lungs -
breathing mediocrity as genius
and sewing smiles securely to your lips.
Undoubtedly, the quill tip sips
the prayers you pray for me
because no man's sonnet reeks or bleeds
such as this nomad's need.
Ignorantly, my bliss poises your beauty
and admits that I -
am your sole apostrophe.
We Kissed...It tasted of rainwater and warmth and something real—something alive.
It was a mistake and I can't fix it but I don't think I even want to.
It lingered on my lips like a stain and dyed my insides nervous.
It hurt me like nothing else and I can't breathe any more because I'm scared—so scared.
It was too rushed and teeth clattered and glasses brushed and why—why am I so awkward?
It felt like something rumbling under my feet and I didn't know what; but then I realised it was just me being me.
It needed to last forever because not enough things do that and maybe I want something like that (even if I deny it).
It was bitter and possessive and I couldn't let go.
It was my first.
It was our last.
It made me forget.
It made me remember.
It broke me but in that good way like breaking emergency glass in an emergency or breaking a ruthless military regime or breaking my fast in the morning with cereal and toast or like breaking the seal on a jar when no one else co
Inside Out.Inside Out.
Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.
The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.
Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.
All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.
The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.
You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.
So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be so swift to class me as distrusting and illogical.
I need to know and to understand.
That you truly love me for who I am.
Even the parts of me you cannot see
Because those are the places where I want you to be.
PrideAs my eyes explore the sky,
I wonder how it is you lie.
In such a masterpiece the world complies,
I wonder if you've ever smiled.
For merely hate falls from your lips,
Disgusting dark vile is all that drips.
Hate and happiness cannot coexist,
Not even in the delusions you twist.
So why can't you just let things be,
The world won't live by your decree.
When all you do is throw a fit,
No wonder filth is all you emit.
I'll keep my minds fixed in the clouds,
I'll carry on smiling proud.
Maybe one day you'll grow bored,
Finding your actions go on ignored.
And if they catch an ounce of attention,
You'll only be met by pure dissension.
Save your heart, like GoldSaving your heart like gold,
Ich* is melted, broken, lost or stolen,
Make it copper, true emotion.
The Ballad For Those Still MournedSail to seam, my apocalyptic dream.
Move onward to the dilated opium, breathe
in and taste hope in homeland heir.
Be bold - dare to defy finite odes.
Become the soldier, the suit - the armor;
garner of humanity and desolate earth.
Turn tidal-swells of warfare, silently
reprobate the crown, sing of homage, bring
peace with the sound of war burned down.
Sheath the slaying shore,
boast the bounding door.
Articulate the arts of war
and decimate the depths-adore.
Finish the dream, the ode, the chord
of men still mourned.
Where Angels PlayWhere Angels Play:
A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?
How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
I am barely breathing...
The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...
The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering
Do I alone escape this and find my peace
without concern for what is left behind
Even if I could close my eyes in endless rest
The thought of you keeps me breathing...
The angel that leads me, deep in dark, where I seem to fade;
The lonely spark that keeps me, is the warmth of your heart...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th September 2012
Burn it uplight me a funeral pyre
Give me up to my desires
I'm shaking where I stand
And everything I see is turning red
So hold me back as best you can
Cause if I get loose I'll show you everything left unsaid.
I'll burn alive today
So fucking listen to what I have to say
I'll give in to my desires
So light me up on a funeral pyre!
I've been broken, I've bruised
I've been unsure, I've been confused
If you don't listen, I'll give into my desires
Light me up on a funeral pyre!
I'm standing here shaking with rage
I'm standing here bleeding, seeing red
Go ahead, hold me back, stick me in a cage
I'll shout everything left unsaid
So light me a funeral pyre
Give me up to my desires
I'll burn it up
I'll tear it down
I'll tell you I don't give a fuck
I'll throw you my broken crown
Maybe all that needs to be said
Is that I've never felt this way before
And if I ever did again then id be better off dead
Light me up, light me up
You're an addictive poison flooding my veins
I can't help but hate