I'll wipe off your tearsTrust me when I say this, everything will be alrightI’ll be here, to comfort you every moment of your lifeCry on my chest if you like, only if it lets you feel rightBecause I will always be here, right by your sideI know some things can be unexpected,And sometimes the bad can’t be evadedBut I’ll try my best, so you can be able to restAnd I’ll try my best to relieve you from stressBecause I care too much to leave you with painIt tears my heart to see you like this againYou’ve told me to step back, but it's too sad and tiringI promise you, this will be the last time you’ll be crying
You'll never break meHit meHate meKick meBruise meLove meBetray meCurse meDisrespect meAbuse meBeat meHurt me But you'll never break me.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidI make breathing the cosmosthrough rose colored lungslook easy- vertebrae stretchedtoward the moon.& I'm hanging my bonesout to dry, carving Saturn'srings into my wrists- mystar burst ankles.I swore then I'd keep myblack tongued poetry& uprooted limbs far,far away from you.But, like lies, galaxies,& night fevers, youare the destinationon my star map skin.
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
ShoutShout.Shout so your voice is heardShout above those trying to bring you downShout when you're with friendsShout to protect the ones you loveShout and show your true selfShout cheers and try hardShout until your lungs give outShout until you have no angerShout until you feel no fearShout while living each day to it's fullestShout when the seasons changeShout when you feel freeWhisper.Whisper your love of those moments held dear
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:With the soft touch of his fingersThe piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so longBares its secret melody...-When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' coldMy life revolved the things that I was always toldI never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bowIt was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowedThrough all the days I feared that everything would disappearYou held me up and held me close like I was something dearI never knew I had a part of me that you would likeI guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light
-So this is the only way, that I canProperly express my thanksFor everything you've done for meThis my way of thanksMy way of thanksMy way of thanks-I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the gameIt felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lameBut then you taught me that no matter what, you were hereYou read the worst of my works and put
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Oh here I am standing,A lost soul is landing.The coldest December,Can you still remember?Do you even hear me?There's no one around me!Oh shadow that I see,The void right behind me.Yet still I am breathing;Yet still I am feeling.The coldest sensation,Oh worthless creation!Are you still crying?Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold-Cold like what was left of soul,Made of all the life you stole.Walk divine but made of sin,Worm of hatred squrim within.Sin of lust and sin of pride,Lash the tongue that last has lied.Yours was silver with a promise,Kiss of death and then you vomit.Burning bile of ugly treason,No one else can know the reason.Left a soul behind to burn;You are the reason I have turned...On this cold and endless night...When I'm finally pierced by the light...And I awaken from this hell...ALONE - BUT ALIVE!-Alive and again oh do I dare?To give this heart and to lay it bare.When heaven cast its fate
Surreal RealitySurreal Reality:The tides that bind a fallen city,Swirls of vision, animosity...Lost beneath a silvered glass,Watch and wait as hours pass.You find yourself, now surreal,Surrounded by clocks with a ticking squeal.You walk to the kitchen, a hand you find,A platter in which to place your mind.The microwave dings, the toaster rings,From the oven you pull, intestinal strings.You stab with the knife, it ends in your head,Place your mind into a toasted bread...You walk to the car, you breathe in deep,You look into your pocket; the bottle you keep.You take a long swig, it's a magical drive,Your soul falls asleep while you await to arrive.Silence, broken silence,Emptiness filled with eyes and ears,Rainbows haunt and tear the skies,Falling rain like bitter tears...Broken and unspoken,Suddenly you are bowed!Your throat explodes with shards of glass,It ends the life to which you vowed...Each gurgle of blood that is caught on your lips,The sputum you cough is fleck
They Watch UsThey Watch Us:Perched high upon the mountains;With wings as black as night.They watch us in the hour,Before darkness turns to light.I've seen them in my visions;In dreams they come and go,But the things they seem to tell meI guess nobody should know...I've seen children that are buried,Beneath a frozen lake.A maiden sits there weeping;Her heart is soon to break.The crows flutter downward,A noose amongst their hands.They take the maiden away,To a dark and distant land.And even if I follow -Even if I try...I'll simply end up buried,Where the frozen children lie.-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012
The day I lost youGive me the peace of your lips.Feed me with the colour of your eyes.Take my hands with your heartAnd heal my life from head to my feet.Hug me that tight that I can forget my faults.Repeat my name to remember who I am.Paint my face with the brushstrokes of your hairEach time you rub my lips with your mouth,Each time you smile,Each time you love.Slide the sweetness of your soulAnd burn my anxiety.Give a meaning to my existenceTo don't miss you 'till deathEach time you go,Each time your image flies out of me,out of my mind.'Cause since you left meI don't distinguish what is alive and what is emptySince you went beauty is nothing, beauty is pain.Without you this world is a bad joke,a big frame without painting.The day you died I hated the butterfliesAnd the flowers were sign of loss.Nobody could explain 'why',Nobody heard my voice.Nobody understood what I did.Nobody understood what I said.Nobody knew how I lost my way.Nobody asked.Nobody cared.Nobody sawthe
My Perfect MistakeAs he drew,His pencil slipped,Leaving an undesired mark upon his canvas.Erasing leaves shadows,And the mark he left was far too heavy.He began to think to himself.Something familiar was there,Something he simply could not shake.He had seen this before,He had seen it and forgotten.This particular memory was destined to be lost forever,Forever lost in the depths of his mind.He then started to think deeper.How many "mistakes" were thrown away?There was something quite incredible here,And he was seconds from tossing it aside forever.Fate had given him another chanceTo reclaim this gem that had been tossed carelessly aside.The more he thought,The more he resented the idea of mistakes.Are not mistakes just untapped potential?If not all mistakes,Are not some at the very least a learning experience?Would an expecting mother deny her child simply because it was not planned?Is that child simply an inconvenience without the potential to do amazing things?This slip of the
The Broken ChainGrabbing on with all my might,My arms are large and strong.But when I try to grab ahold,I know something is wrong.The chain in which I clutchedBroke away in two.The lower half fell deep withinThe sea of perfect blue.The upper half soars away,Easily out of reach within seconds.But yet it also seems to taunt me,And with its copper it beckons.I try to grasp the escaping chainOne last, final time,But it's gone without a traceRight when I thought it was mine.The bottom half is gone,Far beneath my trembling feet.I sure hate to admit it-But that part of the chain is beat.So now I'm just stuck,Suspended in midair.Trying to keep myself upWhen nothing else is fair.Slowly but surely I drop to the ground.Or maybe I'm falling.Or maybe I'm nowhereAnd I'm simply stalling.I don't know where I am.I only know that I'm no longer there,Just alone right here.And I can't bring myself to care.
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenI try my best to express myself, without it being brokenFor what I feel is deep in my heart, is love that I want to be showingEvery day it develops, every day I feel more lovingIs the tenderness of passion, which I’ve never felt beforeA feeling that I got from a girl who I truly adoreBeautiful as a rose and gentle as a peaceful doveMy heart gets filled with warmth, a feeling I describe as loveShe’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, that’s as simple as I can beSo very cute and filled with joy, she’s the only girl who I want to seeHer adorable smile that always cheers me up, she’s the only one I needShe’s everything I ever wanted, I thank god that he gave her to me
Love LetterYou are re-creating the word love for meI have never felt anything in my heart so deepI'm so in love that I'll never be the sameI just want to be with you every single dayYou have touched my heart in many different waysAnd now from my heart you'll never go awayI feel so warm every time you're here,I feel so cold whenever you disappearThough it feels like you are already mineWho knows if that's real, who know if it's a lie?I just think about you every single timeEvery time I write, and when I close my eyesBut I'm just waiting for that special dayFor when you finally say, yes
Counting ScarsI think the reason you think that you didn't do anything wrong is because you didn't.You just broke my heart a little bit, each day.There was no big scandal,no dramatic break up.Just a lot of misunderstandingsand miscommunicationsand blind, blind stabs in the dark.I know you think that you didn't do anything wrong;The trouble is, you didn't do anything right either.
Teleport to youDo you ever wishThat you could teleport?I know, I knowIt's a silly thoughtBut I wish I couldI wish it were trueBecause I know where'd I'd goI would teleport right to you
I'm left with hope.I know it happened once, but it left me scarredI won't give up, but I'm still afraidBut I will be brave, I just hope it won't happen againBecause I'm not sure I'll be able to handle the painIt feels like all I can do is hope, for the best days.
Unexplainable feelingThis cryptic feeling that I’m feeling insideI don’t know its meaning but it has caught my eyesI’ve only felt it once, but it’s been made very clearThat since the first time I met you I’ve hold you dearAnd it’s so vivid; it’s strange but also greatIt’s close to unexplainable, and gentle as a doveBut only few, barely anyone could relateThat the best of her is that she showed me love