Death Doesn't Happen To YouYour death doesn't happen to youNo, you get peace for eternityAt the cost of a single cutWhat you don't see,Are all those peopleLeft standing at your funeralTrying to figure outHow they'll be ableTo live in a worldWithout you in it.Yet you have the audacity to thinkYou could take something as importantAs your life away from us,To put our hearts at stakeAnd throw your life awayBecause you can't takeThe struggle of living.What you don't seeIs that your life isn't yours,It belongs to meIt belongs our mom and our dadYour growing number of friendsAnd that girl you wish you hadYour life never belonged to youIt is a gift that belongsTo those who care for youAnd you think you have the rightTo just throw that awayAs if our love doesn't matterThat we could be cast astray,Well i won't bei love you too much for thatAnd whenever you try leaveI'll always bring you backBecause your death doesn't happen to youIt happens to meTo our mom and dadYour growing number of
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father:The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestorsWho fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my bloodBoils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipationOf the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,E
There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:~There are things beneath the garden,Which you really shouldn't see.There are things beneath the garden,That don't belong to me.There are things beneath the garden,Gone rotten blue and black.There are things beneath the garden,In a dripping gunny sack...~There are flowers in the garden,Which you really shouldn't pull.There are flowers in the garden,That sit on top of wool.There are flowers in the garden,With a really rotten scent.There are flowers in the garden,Above bodies burnt and bent...~I love this little garden,It's a special place to me.I love this little garden,It's where I want to be.I love this little garden,Now wouldn't you like to see?I love this little garden;And you'll be number three...-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th October 2012
GhostThe dream shatters around meLike a broken mirror.Looking at the wreckage,My reflection unrecognizable.A broken image.A broken heart.I'm cut by the shardsAs I try to piece it back together.My blood sprinkles the surfaceLike a red rain.The mirror is whole again.What's left of the dream.I look at my reflection,And tears finally begin to fall.
Where Angels PlayWhere Angels Play:A lonely spark appears before me tonightamongst the struggles deep inside of me...Should I give in, will I breathe in?How much more can I be forced to takebefore my soul breaks?Shards crashing into meletting me know I am aliveIf onlyI am barely breathing...The moon lights my pathwaydeep in dark, where we will fadeI've walked past the archwayWhere angels will play...The warmest touch, upon my skinWings that glow with sacred light, from deep withinThey have come to take me back, to where I've beenGone away into the winds, my voice forever lingeringDo I alone escape this and find my peacewithout concern for what is left behindEven if I could close my eyes in endless restThe 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
The Shades Of My EyesThe Shades Of My EyesEmerald:Treading along a path of healingWithin an aura of rejuvenationRestore the strongest force of lifeRenew these weakening limits of mineDevotion has no means to an endThere is only hope and strength to be lent-Azure:Just like the void called the skyEven the clouds don't hinder sightA storm could be brewingAnd lightning could be strikingBut there is no fear dwellingOnly a calm, tranquil feeling-Violet:A rarity itselfAn enigma that stands outA peace that transcendsAn energy that ascendsA strong person who is still only humanAn outcome of living within the moment-Gold:Like a stunning sunriseShunning out an ominous evening nightPiercing through that unending blanket of darknessTo see the light of day again, it tells me that I've made itThe sun rays hit and landAnd starts to melt the doubt from my hands-Ashen:The will to endureThe wisdom to acquireThere are no word
Count on MeYou can count on me, at any timeregardless the place or day.I am here for you(even though I don't know what to say).I'll help youas you have ever helped me.Together, you know, we're strongerand we will always be.I beg you, please, let me knowif there's anything I can do for you.You can trust me (as I trust you),you know it's true.
Seven DaysSeven days clean.It may not seem like muchBut to me it means the world.Seven days without self-mutilation.The last cut turning into a pink ribbon scarLooking worse than it did before.I'm not ashamed of it.The only reason it stays hidden,Well is in case I can't keep myself together anymore.Each bracelet is assurance that no one will know.But one taken off for each day I'm okay.When someone does see itA simple lie comes out.My cat scratched me,They immediately buy it.Seven days and not a single problem.People may think it's nothing,When in all reality it meansOne day I will be strongThat I can overcome it all.
My Mind Is Running Empty...Nope.Nothing.I Am Clueless.Once Again,I Am Without An Idea.And My Creativity?Draining By The Second.Think...Think...Ugh,There Is Nothing Left,My Mind Is Running Empty,Dry Even!I Can't Think Of Anything Whacky,Whatsoever...I Can't Even Think Of A Purple And Red Dragon,With Blue Spots,Four Huge Yellow Wings,Sharp Green Claws,An Orange Spiked Tail,And A Rainbow Tounge.Nope.Nothing Comes To Mind.And You Can Forget Anything Lovey-dovey.I Can't Think Of A Couple,Having Their One Month Anniversary,On Top Of A Grassy Hill At Midnight,Gazing At The Stars,Guessing The Constellations,With The Sound Of Bustling Cars Zooming Behind Them.I Couldn't.And Even Though,I Am A Man Of Very Smart Remarks,I Could Never Think Of Anything Brilliant.You'd Never See A Poem,Stating That I Am Completely Dumbfounded,And Yet Giving Trmendous And Outstanding Ideas,Stanza By Stanza,Twisting Your Mind On The Second To Last One.No, Never.What?Don't Believ
Only Fooling MyselfWho am I kidding,It's not gonna turn out.I mean, what was I thinking?My idiocy makes me want to shout.I want to make things like they were,But now I see that will never happen.Of his choice, he is so sure.And my thoughts now flattened.I still wish I could go back,Maybe change how it all went down.Now the past is colored in shades of grey and black,I must forget, bury everything deep inside the ground.I'm only hurting myselfBy thinking I could make things right.But this is all just damaging to oneself,Because nothing can change it, try as I might.Let's be honest here,You have moved on to bigger and better things.Despite all my fear,I just have to go with what life brings.It's time to face the fact,Nothing I say or do will change how he acts.The only way to stop him from hurting himselfIs for me to suck it up and finally quit fooling myself.
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