I Don't Want To Say I Love YouI don't want to say "I love you",
Because my words will make it real
Make my love for you actual
Palpable and ,worst of all, breakable.
My love would manifest itself
Like a sheet of glass between us
That you could shatter with
The slightest touch.
I don't want to say "I love you",
Because those words don't show
The truth to you
They don't show how important
You truly are to me
That I want to wake up every day
And fall asleep every night
With you by my side .
I don't want to say "I love you",
Because you might return
the same words to me.
And we would love together
Our hearts growing as one
But tragedy might strike
And you might be taken from me
Leaving me with half a heart
And no one say those three words to.
I don't want to say "I love you"
Because I do
I love you more than life itself
And that scares me.
But I'll say it
Because no matter how large my fears
Or small my worries
I want you to know
That "I love you".
Bag Of DreamsI once knew a boy
Who carried his dreams on his back
And kept them together
In a burlap sack,
Which he hoisted
Usually in the same way
That he came,
With a bag full of dreams
A back full of pain
And with nowhere left to stay.
Though so small
carried it all
Without a single complaint,
While his legs seemed to stall
And continually tried to fall
At every bump in the road.
But on the boy walked
He could not be stopped
On his quest to keep his dreams.
So to help him along
I sang him a song
And so sweet
It became a lullaby
And slowly shut his eyes
So he could finally go to sleep.
And while he slept on the ground
I made not a sound
While I approached the burlap sack,
I made small tear
So some dreams
Could escape, if they dare.
I just wanted to help
That bag was too heavy
For any boy to wear.
I knew this
This I did.
So when he awoke
And started to choke
As he realized
That his dreams were gone
They had long since died,
I Spent All My HappinessI spent all my happiness
All those years of saving
Are now useless
As I look
At this heart shaped piggy bank
With nothing inside.
I had changed venues
Tried to hide
All my happiness in you
Thinking maybe you wouldn't notice
The few coins
I stored in your smile
Or the bills hidden in each hug
And the fortunes in each kiss.
I spent all my happiness
Thousand by thousand
For each small butterfly
I felt tingle in my being
Till I finally went bankrupt.
I spent all my happiness
Every single drop
Has been given unto you
And I know
Every investment in you
Is completely worth it
As long as
I can still glimpse your smile.
I Was Once Told My Heart BeatsI was once told my heart beats
But how can I be sure
When my soul feels so empty
No sound so pure
As the reverberation of life
Beating in my core
So should i believe them
I'm sure they've lied before,
They said you only die once
But I first died when I was four
When daddy snuck into my room
And treated me like a whore,
And they said crying helps
That it sets the pain free
And though i cried every night
The tears never helped me,
They even said wounds heal with age
And though I got older,
Every single day
My wounds only grew deeper,
But I still continued to believe them
Even as they lied to me again
Telling me I'd find someone
Who'd save me from my pain
Someone who'd love me
For who I am
Not what I am
And past what's happened to me
Though I've searched and hoped
Believing what I was told
I was never enough for anyone
And my heart grew cold.
I was once even told
My heart beats
But that seems too lovely to believe.
Last ChanceI love you,
More than you know.
But your love for me,
Is only a show.
I’ll never understand,
What keeps me coming back.
Though you’re good with words,
You’re completely void of tact.
It must mean something,
That I still want you.
No matter what happens,
No matter what you do.
I think about you constantly,
I dream of you at night.
I’m ashamed of the images,
My mind conjures even in the light.
I’ve never said the words,
But you should know how I feel.
Do I actually need to say it,
For you to know it’s real?
Do you love me?
As I do you?
Are we both just too stubborn,
To say what is true?
I guess it’s time,
After all of these years.
To get on with it,
And conquer my fears.
I’m done being your ‘friend’,
The girl that you use.
If I voice my feelings,
Maybe I won’t lose.
So here goes nothing,
My chance at last.
It’s time for me to say it,
Or put you in the past.
It’s harder than I thought,
But maybe you feel it, too
The Butterfly On My PalmI saw poems streaming through your veins,
And flowers growing between your ribs;
You've got lava flowing through your lips,
And the way you arched a smile should be illegal.
I can't fathom how it's like to be as beautiful as you, but I could imagine how it's like to watch heartbreaks streaming down your emerald eyes; and when you decided that the sight of blood was more exciting than the tales you once told me with the gleams in your eyes, all I wanted to do was to hug you and tell the crying child deep beneath the cracks of your smile that everything will be fine.
I've got a whole diary of poems written about you,
I've got breaths of metaphors living for you;
And if I could I would go back time to mend every pasts that marks your wrists,
Believe me, I would, so badly.
So please, take care of yourself, because it breaks my heart if you think you aren't good enough. You are beautiful, intricately gorgeous. You are the butterfly that rests on my palm, you swirls into the ai
People will let you down.
You’ll love them, anyways.
Don’t let anyone romanticize
It won’t be beautiful
when somebody breaks your heart
the first time
or the second
or the eighteenth.
Pain is not beautiful.
Maybe on paper
but not inside of you
not in numbers.
A million people
but you’re still here,
and that's important.
You're doing something
My father told me
“Be selfish –
if you don’t take care of you
I liked to think
that this is the reason
he ignored me
I don’t have good advice
on this one.
Because the people who let you down,
are the ones promised to save you.
Are the ones promised to love you
and protect you
and I’ll tell you,
nothing quite hurts
like waking up in the morning
to the police in your doorway.
Nothing quite hurts
like being eleven
and hearing a cop say
“Poor girl had to live wi
That one girlShe's that one girl you see with the pencil woven
between her skinny fingers
She's the one who sits in the corner
instead of the middle of the room
The one who's always last to speak
The one who's words are kept secret to everyone
Always the one who bites
her own tongue
She's the girl who's beautiful
but doesn't think the same way
She's the one who can't be convinced
of the talents she holds
The flare that ignites the lives of the people around her
but she can't feel the heat for herself
She is weighed down by the insecurities she slings
over her shoulders
She's unconvinced of her own style
her own special self
She's the girl who paints
She's the girl who draws
She's the girl who writes
But second guesses every stroke of her brush
to every letter she prints
Shes that one girl whose eyes display a world
all her own
But she sees a somber world
staring back at her
Lasting Impressions.It crossed my mind
And lingered there
Like footprints in concrete
It invaded my heart
Made it home
Like a bird nesting
It lifted my soul
On waxen wings
I flew too close
Now I ask myself
My eyes closed
Was it worth it?
Shattered heartWith this broken heart I'll keep moving on
And the scar you left me will help me become strong
For my heart used to be so numb, but then you showed me love
Sadly then you shattered it, once you saw I held you dear
But I hope you don't regret what you have done
For what I felt, you'll only receive it once
Star-crossedYou woke up on
the wrong side of
a cosmic bed
A pillow of
under your head
are all the tears
which you have shed
Your ring finger
in outer space
among a dreamed
Your light shines bright
but not enough
to seize the day
Let your love be
then I'll wish to
The Beggar And The RobberThe Beggar And The Robber
I run onto the mountain,
I'm faster than the wind
My thought is my Pythia,
My body is an armor
My dream it is my compass
And my faith it's my shield.
I hear a voice, trying to stop me,
He just asks some of my time
"Go Beggar, Leave my mind,
Up, a glow I run to find!"
But what I saw in the dark
Was not a sign or a star
The evil robber's was the thought,
Evil robber, evil fox
He took me up onto his wings,
A joy's laugh onto his lips,
No arms, I had his fire,
And as shield I spelled his name.
Soulless corpses all my foes,
But no peace for me at all
Every night in the dark,
Voices old were stronger back.
Then again I start to run,
Even faster than I can
To the mountain I run back,
To the friend my time asked,
The crazy Beggar, dared to stand.
In my head...In my head,
The birds that fly above me
Are the dragons of my kingdom.
In my head,
Cats and dogs are lions and wolves,
And my fish is a sea monster.
In my head,
My pen is a sword,
And I’m fighting witches and evil men
To find my prince charming.
In my head,
Butterflies spin through the air
And fly through my bedroom windows
To whisper things in a language
That only I understand.
In my head,
There is a world other than
These black and white dreams
And these faded grey skies.
In my head,
There is a universe.
Can’t you see it, too?
Are We Not Free?Are We Not Free?:
Ye say that nothin' changes;
That all we're tryin' t' do is fer naught.
Ye say that nothing's wrong,
That we should be acceptin' of our fate.
But why should we simply accept things as they are?
Are we no' a free people?
Are we no' allowed t' speak our minds?
Every man, every woman in this land,
Has the freedom t' choose their own path.
If our ideals must beg us differ,
Then that too is a part of the change that grips us.
What exactly do ye have t' fear?
If yer stoic in ye ideal that nothin' will ever change.
Why not simply ignore us;
A passin' flight o' fancy that we are...
Yet still ye try, ye attempt t' change our minds.
Ye pacify us with the notion of acceptance,
Highlightin' the fact that the world is fine.
Ye say that this is the way that things should be!
That m'friend, is yer personal freedom;
I'll not impinge upon it, fer it be yours.
I only ask, if ye could kindly mind,
Not to treat us, like we're bleedin' blind...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th July 2013
From Time To Time.From Time To Time.
Want to know the value of ten years?
Why don’t you try asking a newly divorced couple?
And see if they have any wasted tears.
Want to know the value of three years?
Why don’t you try asking an exhausted graduate?
And see if they are ready to start their career.
Want to know the value of nine months?
Why don’t you try asking a distraught mum?
And see if she misses her baby bump.
Want to know the value of four weeks?
Why don’t try asking someone who has been fired?
And see if they like prospect of living on the streets.
Want to know the value of an hour?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed their alarm?
And see if they still had time to eat breakfast and shower.
Want to know the value of a minute?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed the last train?
And see if they will be momentarily pushed to their limits.
No matter the amount,
Every single moment counts.
Even when the first day becomes every day
And all the seconds a
IndependenceOnce the wind caught on the sea
And its dress snagged upon the crests
Like a girl who couldn't help falling
For a boy with too many cracks
Then the wind tumbled between the waves
Crashing with the water when it couldn't find the sky.
I always wanted to live in the sky,
Wrap clouds around me--dip myself into the sea--
And wander into roaring waves
Of emptiness; Rush as the sun crests
Rush like wind and water into the cracks
Of myself, so that maybe I'll stop falling
For people who can't keep themselves from falling
Down, and who won't quit looking at the sky
So they can avoid all the cracks
In the sidewalk as they weave through a people-sea.
Well, I'm not used to riding the crests
Of others' success; I'll make my own waves.
So though my hair falls down in amber waves
I fear the strands will keep on falling
And my white-wash hands in lunar crests
Won't show you a spacious sky
Unless you want to see
Through star-spangled cracks.
Eyes and eggshells shattered, tiny cracks
And the tears stre
Poem for two.You draw a smile across my face, like a child on her first day of school, anxious to impress. You make me happy.
Your eyes are crystals of perfection, covered in sparkles of delight, born from inspiration that the universe gets from your existence. You are beautiful.
You dress me in happiness, you make my skin glow through the fabric, with the undeniable love I have for your soul. You suit me.
You make my heart beat to the sound of your own; it forms a vibration that the sun, sky, and the entire earth can dance to in their sleep. You make me smile.
You play my skin like a flesh-bound piano, you hit notes of ecstasy with your fingertips, you make a song with your infectious rhythm, you reach a crescendo with your smell. You sound magnificent.
You scratch your passion into my back, you form a trail of lust down my spine, you dig your nails into my flesh, and bleed out all the sorrow from my veins. You do me good.
You take my heart in between you
I’d rather believe in something,
Rather than to believe in nothing.
Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.
It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.
It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence
Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.
It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.
And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in
To something that is not indefinitely there
And that it was us who made this world unfair.
But if you believe there is something greater in place
And that this something does not have a form, figure or face.
From this something we gain a feeling that cannot be described
And although countless cynics have allied, defied and tried.
They have dedicated their entire lives to proving there is no evidence.
Because disproving that something is the only thing of any relevance.
What if confirming its p
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