.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
.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
.sooner or laterwe'll fall throughthe trapdoor of death
.i’ll spendmy wholelife playingdead sothat itleaves mewell alone
.and if you evermanage to get inside myhead, i'll wish you luck
.death has a wayof assuring youthat he is youronly friend;he's the onlyone that willstay with youwhenever youreach the end
.we are allstrayssearching forhomes ineach other
.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)
.you'vetied a knotat theend of yourbloodline,you wishshe'd stopcuttingit off,you arefifteen andthe earthinyour headbecomesbarren -life willnot beweeding it'sway intoyou,now you'renot surewhatyou're writingabout,you justknow thatyou needto write(there's a fish with a hook in it's eye, screaming no, this isn't how it's supposed to go)
.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?)
.love like thunder;make yourself known
.you still gota heart that beats in halves?a mouth like a bear trap,don't kiss me -that anchor tattooon your foot, it still holding youdown to the earth?that skull on your chest,you still dead in there?i told you i wouldn'tdisappear again,but i kept my eyes fixedon the exit,and if i'm being honesti lied,i spoke in the tongue of my own,i was out of that door like a shotwhat a buzz -a hive full of angry words,queen of the nestfull of hate but the honey issweet when you smoke themall out of the way,get them drunk get themtalking andleaving my mouthin swarms(hope it stings)
.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
.i dug up thepast again, thosememories viciousand snarlingi set them looseinside the houseand now we haveto leave
.i've got a few bonesin my closet but they aren'tmine, they don't quite fit
.if thesewalls couldtalkthen i'm surethey'd bescreamingget out,burn usdown,we can'tbearto hold youanylonger(been too busy dreaming to get any sleep)
.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)
.you brokea heart,convincedthat there wassomething goodinside
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.
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
windfallI would gather allthe seven seas for you.for me, you would notspare a raindrop.
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
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?
RealHow can you expect to see the truth in the mirror?When your eyes are clouded by the filter of 'inferior'
a poem on the inner workings of my chaotic mindit isn't like i'mlazy or anything it's just thatthe thought of getting lostin a crowd of ten or more peoplemakes me want to puke.this is not just somestupid little hang-up that you canjoke about when i'mdigging my fingernails into my palm sohard that blood is drawn as we walk throughschool hallways so packed that it feelslike we're suffocating from too muchoxygen but i just grit my teeth andlaugh "yeah, i know, i just don't likebeing around people sometimes."but you know,there's just something about the waymy mother says "go out and have a lifeand stop looking like the worldbetrays you every day"that makes my stomach dropor when my dad looks at me and justsighs, like they've finally realizedi was never good enough to betheir daughter.and to everyone who believes thati just need to relax,to just calm down and think:fuck you. fuck you for trying to pretendlike you know how it feels when mybones grind together like brokengears as i walk by people who mayor
.a liewill murdera truthand assumeit's identitywill keepthe body inthe darkuntil youuncover it