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Happiness will remain forever out of reach When love from your life you omit To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful Yet somehow you never quite fit Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be When you were a neonate child Born with a raging heart and a raging mind But with a manner ever so mild Your scars aren’t always visible to them And not only hidden under attire Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent When memories and dreams conspire So girl break the mirror if you have to And reflect on your life as a whole Do you really want to spend the rest of your days Behind a façade of self control? Please be strong

I've Changed (Yeah right): You know, I tell myself everday, That I'm going to change - that I'll be different. 'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself... As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move. Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace... I pick up some new magazine, get inspired, 'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself. I give it a try for two or three days - I quit. Same old shit again... Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder... I try to reach out with my hands, Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself ho

You say I don't understand you and I probably don't But how can I ever begin to understand if you never tell me anything? Are you okay? I'm fine... Really? Are you? How am I supposed to know if you always tell me what you think I want to hear Tell me how everything is falling apart how you hate everything including yourself including me Just don't tell me lies I can't help you when all you show me is a wall I can't help you unless you help me first Help me understand even if I never truly will

Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash: Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity. He remembers all the things he said, profanity. Bare the shame on his naked old humanity. He is the doll claiming love for his vanity- When he woke up, desire! He made a move like fire. His whispers; a liar, His heart snaps, like wire! But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out? Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout. was it all his fault with no one else to blame, Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim- Spit that and live that, Hate when you love that! You rip that and tear that, Scream like you know that! Stop for

To The Beautiful You: Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass, Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying. It's strange to think that I could have this much fun - Considering that I've never met you before, but then again Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend. Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy, I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time. But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well, I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else. I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away. You might tak

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. Take on petal at a time, and drop it to the ground. Repeating these words again and again. He loves me. As the last petal drops, it's a love me not. Your heart stops beating a minute, then you crack a smile, Grab a new flower and begin again. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. Take one petal at a time, and drop it to the ground. Whispering he loves me. Which is it really? Flowers are indicisive just as boys are. One minute he loves you, and the next he never did. Just pick one already, i can't wait forever. He loves me, he loves me

I lost my Nationalism today when a man shot Twenty Kindergartners down. The media went mad, news wrong since then, last Murder decades ago for this town. There was appreciation in Nine Eleven, a sense of Fear and Awe for all the Death, Virginia Tech and Nineteen Twenties, then if things were Fixed, no Four-Year-Old last breath. You look at other foreign countries, Ten gun accidents to our Ten Thousand more and this does not get fixed because some men want "Freedom" buying Weapons at the store.     When Twenty-Seven Die in Schoolhouse Halls,     my Faith, America, is first to Fall.

Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy: Down into well, poor Timmy fell, Down he fell into the pits of hell. Brought into hell by an eldritch spell, Poor little Timmy who fell down the well. Alone he cowered and shivered and shook, He shook for hours, so long it took, So long it took for him to feel well, Well enough to explore this hell... Through pathways littered with scenes most gory; Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story, A story of fear and suffering defined, Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time... Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest... -Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012

You Have No Right To Live: Hey, what are you doing? That's mine, now give it back. You're stupid, you should just go die! Okay, I'm sorry... What, you failed again? Just how much money do you think we're spending on this, Do you think it just falls from the sky? I can't believe you; and don't give me that look! You better straighten up now you hear me And if you keep looking like a dead fish, I'm going to make you wish you were one. I'm sorry... Hey, being around you is driving me nuts, You never want to do anything, you don't even care, Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead! I'm sorry! You're Pat

Your Lies have almost took my life Your Lies have almost took my life, Pretty blind, now I see your knife, Cutting me down to earth, Do you even know how much that hurts? Of course you do, Because it's you, It's fun to see me on the ground , Look around ,look around! All my pain is your work All my blood your joy, Am I just your little voodoo toy? Am I the dork? And yes, you're really made it, Looking at me I'm on my knees Begging for my life, which seems to flee And all the flames ,they hit and hurt Goodbye my life ,goodbye my love Your lies have took me life…