if I'll ever
Be heard of again.
AxiomsBoiled the world down
to the axioms
looking for objective truths
Between blighted bedsheets.
amid my thoughts
Ghost ships still haunt
WallsAll I see are walls
Between here and
The place where the grass
grows white. I've
spent so long hacking
away at the concrete,
That I've lost the taste
Of Passion on my tongue
And the fire in my eyes.
FreedomWe were born
from the world
around us. Now,
we're just trying to
Break the chains
We built for ourselves.
UntitledGlide through the heavens
in hopes to evade
the crimson wings
that holds you down.
When will you shut the pearly gates
and walk away?
When will you cut the crying chains
that paint you grey?
Forensic Anxiety FADE IN:
INT. SCHOOL (CLASSROOM) - DAY
The class is packed with 30 or so STUDENTS; JONATHAN (late
teens, thin) sits with his head on his desk.
The TEACHER (40s, sophisticated) is rambling about something
but you can't hear him over the chatter of students. He
doesn't seem to have any reaction to the chaos.
Students are throwing paper balls and air planes around the
classroom, even some hitting the teacher but he remains,
School, Tests, and All The RestI'm not smart enough for this.
I have no answer for this question.
The more I search my brain,
The more I feel inadequate.
I cannot fathom the correct answer.
Didn't I study this for hours?
Why is your intellect based
On such trivial things?
Apparently, I am not as smart as I thought.
Why don't I know what to write?
This test is a nightmare.
Why can't I get this right?
The only thing about me I was proud of
Has now vanished
Because my textbook knowledge
Wasn't up to par.
Letters to all the people I have kissedi. Rob
I expected a knight in shining armour but you were
just a boy, just a boy.
you flirted and you teased and you kissed me
at midnight on new year’s eve and set the tone
for that whole god-forsaken year.
I could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;
you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.
friends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen and
friends shouldn’t drink gin together and
friends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, and
friends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart and
I’m still sorry.
I expected just a boy but you were
a knight in shining armour, silver to the pretty
ivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and found
only don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusing
to be saved.
we were drunk and you were more beautiful
under the harsh car park lights than I had noticed before
and you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup and
we still laugh about it now.
Dear MeDear me, I know we've had disagreements
And that we don't always see eye to eye,
But the last thing I want for you
Is to feel like you have to say goodbye.
Dear me, I know you've been hurting a while
And I know that you're sick of the misery,
But just keep holding on a day at a time
And someday you'll find yourself set free.
Dear me, I know you've been crying.
I've seen your demons give chase.
Smile instead for things will get better.
Wipe those tears off your pretty face.
Dear me, I know your heart is breaking,
Like your being is shattered in two,
But please, don't give up just yet.
The survival rate is too few.
Dear me, I see that you're struggling,
That you feel like you're on the brink.
But keep pushing forward, keep fighting.
You're much stronger than you think.
Dear me, I feel so proud of you.
You've made it out alive.
You're happy now with all you've gained.
You've reached all for which you did strive.
HopeWhen no one else ever seemed to notice me,
You were the first to say "hello".
And you did so with beaming joy.
When I felt so outcast and alone from the world,
You were the one who sat by my side.
And listened with an open heart.
When no one else would acknowledge my very existence,
You were the one to reach out and bare your soul to me.
And you made me feel like somebody.
When I thought of so many reasons to die...
You became my reason to live...
And I will never forget that.
Low TideThese thoughts and feelings fill my head,
simple things but left unsaid.
It's a never ending wave,
all these things I crave.
Overtakes me and drags me out to sea,
I swim for the shoreline, swim for the surface,
to try and break free,
but this under tow has a hold of me.
It is a crushing wave, these thoughts.
it drags me and pull me down,
I can't help it, you see.
I'm afraid I have to drown.
But then air fills my lungs,
and the waters recede,
saved by low tide,
I'm finally freed.
vogue is full of contusions it's fashion week
an d it smells
a n d lust, of fur coats,
swe e/at, and dust.
silence and tongues
like a coffin
and th r oats
and hurdle puddles of your past
and give them to please
let me soak it in my abdomen
and thrust against my hips
until knees buckle
and we crumble together
i am failing
you are lying
but we are fucking
or maybe fucking dying
or tucking crying
in the holster of these paper cuts
tell us who we gotta be
or gonna see
in the afterlife of
This Is SchizophreniaI feel like I'm talking to myself,
and not in the humorous way,
not like the, I'm “going” insane way
because I am Insane.
I'm insane in the sense that I can hear
things that aren't necessarily there,
things that burrow their little bodies
inside of my ears.
And insane in the way I see things, things that
you can't see. And trust me it's
nothing to “feel” special about, not a magic act,
not a special power that I harness.
This is schizophrenia.
This is a delusion so real and “natural”
that you can't tell whether it's imagination
or something unnatural
This is a nightmare that never goes away,
that a pinch to the arm only angers more
than medications that are supposed to stop
the mental sores.
These are arms so red and angry,
because pinching doesn't work,
but you pinch and pinch and pinch
in order to maintain some sort of normality.
And these next few lines are not to
dote down on Christians, because
I'm one of you. Just God's
forsaken child, I
A Plethora in need of an earA Plethora in need of a Ear
An abundance of this world
Told they need to succeed, told to be
the weight of family ties, economic success, and a
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,
A man given freedom.
He looked in the mirror,
And liked what he saw...
The days wore on,
And he lived his life.
Morning PT was a distant memory,
So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.
Training came thrice at first,
Then twice, then once,
The days wore on...
And life became harder,
Sacrifices were made.
He looked in the mirror one day,
And didn't like what he saw.
Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.
Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.
He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...
And the days wore on...
And so he went out running, one fateful day,
His lungs burning with every breath.
Yet despite the pain inside his chest,
He resolved the soldier, would return to his best.
"You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around
-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February