.when we talkwe use our wordslike grenades;you roll them outand they land at my feet,i either choose to throwthem back,or choose to run
.we are allstrayssearching forhomes ineach other
.death has a wayof assuring youthat he is youronly friend;he's the onlyone that willstay with youwhenever youreach the end
.and if you evermanage to get inside myhead, i'll wish you luck
.some thoughts get so loud thatyou cry out for them to leave;they scatter like birds startledout of their trees, before landingagain where they wereand after a while,you just have tolet them sing
.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
.think i'm madas a hatter,just becausei want to sit anddrink tea with the deadfor a whileon a sunday afternoon?just cos i like totrace the patterns inthe woodwork onthe table with my fingerswhen we're talking,yes,something has beenhere before,and it's us,with words so wellused that they're nowdamaged andwe can't even tell whatthey mean anymore(still cramming them into the distance though)
.love like thunder;make yourself known
.sooner or laterwe'll fall throughthe trapdoor of death
.i think you know of hair wound tight round a hand like ropeof thoughts that sail in and let down anchorin the night, sleep drifting away on the black tide,i think you know of god up in the crow's nest, keeping watchhis eyes have rolled at us so much they rattle, loose nowin their pits like marbles, they say he knowsi have examined the slides of my childhood, uprooted my body,yanked myself out of my years with my own gloved handlike a weed and stared in disgust, it's only naturalthat you should still want to sleep with one arm overyour head, she said, don't you think?i think the sun lit upthe world's scarsand felt bad, hung its headthrough the horizonand cried in shamenow i don't think it's evergoing to stop raining(i am holding up my mind, i am shoving it in your face)
.you break freefrom the grip ofthe oceanjust to die inthe arms of the shorefrom exhaustion
.if thesewalls couldtalkthen i'm surethey'd bescreamingget out,burn usdown,we can'tbearto hold youanylonger(been too busy dreaming to get any sleep)
.i’ll spendmy wholelife playingdead sothat itleaves mewell alone
.i hearthe sun hisswhen it catchessight of the moon,i see you too, so pleasedo not come any closer -i crack wordswide open to see justwhat they're reallymade of, and i longto do the sameto you, i thinka crowbar is the only thingthat would give youa more open mind, iswing then prise -you laughand saya moth in searchof the lightis boundto get burned(what are you in for?)
.the moon shudders;silver dust landsin my hair and i sigh,knock it off -what's your problem?i'm frustrated -i've been trying tostrike a match that won'tlight for two hours,she saysyou carry a lighter,remember?
.i wantto know about god,which namehe would prefer to go byi want to knowabout the stairwayup to heaven,and why sliding downthe bannister into hellis much more fun(think i tried to climb a step that wasn't there, think i might have died more than once)
.lies can slipthrough your teethwith ease,the truthgets caught inyour throat(i wish it was a lie, that i'm your flesh and blood and i wish it was the truth, that i hadn't been drinking)
.the rabbits twitchin their sleep;they dreamof red bitten neckswet with spit,the birds dream of their eggscrackedand runny -the mice dream of hearingthat tabby cat screamas the teeth of life ripitwide open
Barb WireYour barb-wired brainwon't let me in,and I'm getting cuttrying to jumpthe fence.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed, a field of wild flowered- imperfections, sticky metaphors & an inability to speak. Love them anyway. Know that when they look at you they are noticing the little things.
Candle WaxYou meltmy heartlike candle wax,but I'm afraidover timeI'll getburnt.
you're so blind.here i am drowningand you have no idea what to do,you're so lostand panicking.why don't you take your handsoff my shoulders?
windfallI would gather allthe seven seas for you.for me, you would notspare a raindrop.
Learning From KnocksLearning From Knocks:I used to be a fucking idiot!I guess that's why some people never took me serious,But I have learned from the truth that is hideous;My only wish is that I wasn't so oblivious...Because when I took a fall from my cloud,I hit the solid ground, rose up to be pushed down,Misery surround now.I'm just fightin' this war,Wagin' for my own crown,Letter for letter,So I can say I never backed down.Facing adversity, my only adversary,Is my own drive to make success a necessity.From when I greet the morning until I say my goodnight.I'll still be chasing after dreams until I walk in the light.So for the patience and the people still readin' my works,I can tell you I will never die, that's just a quirk.I bet you'll see me comin' back like I'm raised from the dead,And I will leave you with emotions that'll ring in your head!- Chen Yuan Wen, 12th May 2014~ Beginning of a new age
Being Okay Is The Hardest Thing We DoBeing Okay Is The Hardest Thing We Do because being okay is expected,if we’re not okay, that’s not okay,what can we do to be okay?we can scribble illegible wordson a canvas made for by paintersmasquerading as notebook paper,and hope that we can sell the burnof stinging emotions for some paper.but the funny thing about that thought?is that american money isn’t paper,it’s 75% cotton and 25% linen fibers.so even the money you'd earn from your misery,isn't anything you can write onwhen you realize your money isn't made to heal. even if it does talk. but it never really ever says enough, does it?But that's okay...being okay is the hardest thing we dobecause sticks and stones do break bones,but you can hide the scars with a jacket or longer sweatshirt.or put on pants as opposed to athletic shorts.words kill, words heal, and words are so much more.and you can't hide the scars that riddle your face,the way your
RealHow can you expect to see the truth in the mirror?When your eyes are clouded by the filter of 'inferior'
InsomniacI am the sunand youare the moon:my tidal-wavetearsare controlledby youSo when it's 2amin the middle of the night,I know whyI can'tsleep tight.
.a liewill murdera truthand assumeit's identitywill keepthe body inthe darkuntil youuncover it