.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
.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
.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)
.and if you evermanage to get inside myhead, i'll wish you luck
.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
.i’ll spendmy wholelife playingdead sothat itleaves mewell alone
.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)
.death has a wayof assuring youthat he is youronly friend;he's the onlyone that willstay with youwhenever youreach the end
.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)
.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)
.there's no pointin leaving the chrysalisif you've gotno desire to fly
.the world's a stagebut he saysplease,don't make a scene(it's growing boring)
.between the cloudsshe says your eyes are meltingblack down your cheeks again,would you just comehere and stop bucking with fear,did you forgetthe only thing growing inside meis panic -enough for me to keepveins as vipers, blood asvenom and love as a deadstiff rat(some only see the light when they're on fire)
.not nowi am too afraidof dreaming,if i do -the tidewill recoil atmy touchand then say, come,come sleep under me,look,the sky is throwingdown its nighttime sheets, let's gograb that loosegold thread and pull,let's watchthe stars unravel -i might have kissedthose feetof freyas soft and gentle,but you know if you waderight in i'mrough and heartless,the planets willalign, and then,three ghosts, one of themmy father, and there ain'tnothing holy'bout him,a starving dogwill run - there willbe red on white and i willlaugh, and i will standat the topof writers blockand i willthrow myself off(sleep please take me back i'm sorry about before)
.sooner or laterwe'll fall throughthe trapdoor of death
.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?)
.you break freefrom the grip ofthe oceanjust to die inthe arms of the shorefrom exhaustion
Barb WireYour barb-wired brainwon't let me in,and I'm getting cuttrying to jumpthe fence.
RealHow can you expect to see the truth in the mirror?When your eyes are clouded by the filter of 'inferior'
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
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?
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
...when death put its handon my shoulder,it shivered;i was alreadycold.
.a liewill murdera truthand assumeit's identitywill keepthe body inthe darkuntil youuncover it