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I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.
I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."
Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.
I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.
Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,
You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.
I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,
And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.
Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,
Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.
Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,
Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.
If you want to change, then please, do so,
Change into a girl that I don't want to know.
Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,
Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.
So if you want, then stop being the girl I love,
Don't torture me with the girl whom I will always love.
Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.
But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.
Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.
I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."
Think again.If you think death can't be beaten, you're not trying hard enough,
If you think nothing is eternal, then you've never felt true love.
If you want me to help you, and I tell you to help yourself,
You would think me rude, but some things I just can't tell you myself.
You live and you learn, and you have to live these things,
Empiricism is the only way to know how a nightingale sings.
You must know it for yourself, some things cannot be taught,
When you learn, you must adapt and change what you once thought.
My friend, it is not that I want to keep the knowledge to myself,
It is that I cannot tell you, for some things you must learn yourself.
I cannot tell you what beauty is, for it is everchanging for all of us,
I cannot tell you what is bad or good, for the knowledge is within us.
If I could tell you, I gladly would, if I could put these concepts into words,
But I cannot, so you must live and learn, no matter how much it hurts.
So now it is time,
The Reality.I always have nightmares, it's something I can't control,
But the topic always changes, again, something I can't control.
Have you ever felt so alone in the world, you're like a shadow?
Have you ever been too scared to look out of the window?
I was, I was too scared to check if it was really tomorrow or today,
I was too afraid to see if what had happened, really happened to me.
I woke up with a heartbreaking sadness, and nothing to do,
I woke up with a crushing fear, and there was nothing I could do.
In my dream, there was always one place I longed to be,
And when I finally got there, it was no longer welcome to me.
But there is one thing I know now, and it is the reality,
And there is one thing I can tell you, that it scares me.
The reality is I love her, I knew I did of course,
But this just means I'm going to get hurt, I can take it of course...
I keep trying to find a way to make us mend,
I just don't want to, because I don't want this to
The Night Of Silence.Loud music blaring, older children scaring.
It is the night of all Hallow's eve, when we believe the lies we weave.
Parties continue well into the night, but it is different tonight.
At midnight, there's a sudden hush, and shadow snuffs out the light.
The dark is rising, just another lost warning.
Demons blend in, walking side by side with masked human.
All Hallow's has come, but no one knows to run.
The dark is rising, just a forgotten warning.
The dark snuffs out the light, and shall wreak havoc tonight.
All Hallow's has come, and no one remembers to run.
The dark is rising, and the precious light is falling.
All Hallow's has come, and the massacre, has begun.
Everything in life.I need to hurt myself... No, you don't.
I did this... I need to hurt myself for it.
It won't go away if you do, you know it won't.
But everything in life has its consequence...
Maybe if I hurt myself, then I won't have to feel them,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough, if I'm hurt then.
Maybe she won't dump me for what I did too,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough for what I did to you.
I don't get why you're worried though...
But I dream the future, read my poetry, sometimes, I do.
And a few nights I felt a crossover, a nightmare come true,
And now I know that it has happened, because of what I did to you.
So now, I need to hurt myself, to give me a consequence,
So now, I need to fade away, and never be spoken of since.
And now, I want to hurt myself, to save myself more pain,
But all things come to an end, and it's always the same.
I want the world to stop spinning.If the world could stop spinning, that'd be great,
I don't want time to stop, that'd be worse, the wait.
I just want it all to stop, for existence to not exist,
I would want to die if it weren't that my problems would persist.
I want the world to stop spinning,
My problems can't be solved by simply not living.
I don't want to live anymore,
I don't want to exist anymore.
I want the world to stop spinning, I want to get off,
I want it all to stop, both hard times and soft.
I just want it all to stop, I want existence to cease,
I want the world to stop spinning... Please?
Without You.And as the blood runs off of this blade,
And drips out onto this far out glade.
I really wish I'd told you no,
I really wish I had told you "don't go".
And as the tears ran from your eye,
I wish I could've made them dry.
But right now I wish more than anything,
That you were mine, because I am nothing.
Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.
I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.
And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.
And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.
I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.
Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future.
Hanging by a MomentI will always wonder what she was thinking that day.
Though I wasn't the kindest or bravest,
Nor was I the smartest or most charming,
For some reason, on that day, she chose me.
I was plenty surprised to say the least;
Certainly with her charm, beauty and wits,
She could have had anyone in the world,
And yet she choose me, a spoony poet.
It was as if an occult hand swooped from
The heavens and turned her gaze towards me,
For it could have only been divine work,
To make me worth an angel's attention.
Here I am, clutching to that memory,
Hanging by a moment.
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
Bullying: Another Life is StolenMaking others feel worthless is what you do best
Then you go and claim it was all a joke, a mere jest
But your words mean more than you comprehend
Your words can lose somebody their dearest friend
Your jokes have taken another young life away
Now the day is bleak and a cruel shade of grey
Know that to obtain your one little power trip
Your victim will feel as if they are being whipped
So the next time you feel the urge to tease or play
Be sure to always remember what happened this day
Your torment stole a family member and friend
And for the family, there will seem to be no end
Stop the bullying before another young life is stolen from us
Cold RazorsCold Razors:
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:
As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.
The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.
Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars of rage and anger
Thousands more fell to the plagues unleashed upon the people;
For famine and sickness claimed far more than the flame and stone...
All this, was contained within a magical snowglobe
A special artifact presented to the crew-member named Reaper
On a special day known as his birthday...
It was a gift from the Captain, forged with the m
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1SANGUINE
A tale of vampires, twists and delusions, by Chen Yuan Wen
Chapter 1 1:
THE DOORS TO the council chamber swung open slowly; whining as the metallic bolts ground into place. A lone knight, with long flowing blonde hair that was ever so slightly curled at the tips, made her way to the podium, where several robed priests were gathered. They sat in silence, illuminated by crystalline orbs that burned with a magical fire and one in particular stood out from the rest. He was clad in robes of golden finery, woven from highest grade of silk and adorned with numerous precious gemstones; most of which covered the cuffs of its sleeves. This man was known as Bishop Rogan Volthair, once the son of Baron Volthair, he had earned a high place in the Church of the White Lady for his natural oratory skill and religious fervour. It was his duty to pass on the orders of the Church to specific high-ranking Knights who would then take on extremely dangerous or forbidden quests
Hidden LinesTorn apart and filled with lines,
Words unspoken are hatefully tried.
Burned at the bud,
Stop at the start.
Grievously misled from the beginning,
Broken and killed from the mere heeding.
Paper strewn across the floor,
The only love they've ever boor.
Here sit's a man in anger,
Lost is he in pain.
He tried to hide in the beginning,
Now all he is, is insane.
He wrote these hateful lines,
And just as they, he lies.
Never right, never perfect,
Always lost, forever hidden.
why can't i right one good poem?
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness
A single pounce would end my life
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'
My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs
'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the mo
We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.
All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.
An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.
They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen with black wings, protecting you from all these things.
He is sad that you do not believe him, for his purpose is protecting.
This Reaper, protecting you, walking through the world.
He goes unnoticed, and his pleas always go unheard.
You will have no parley with liars, never to talk to them.
But what they don't realise is, he tells lies to protect them.
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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