Misery Loves Company
Misery loves company,
don't you know?
And pain, it demands to be felt.
Misery loves company,
don't you know?
And pain, it demands to be felt.
Dear LoverDear Lover,
I thank you for all you have done.
For all of your efforts for me.
You are my one.
My one and only,
I need no other,
for dear lover,
you stand above any other.
You've shown me what it is to be happy
and how it is to feel cared for.
You've shown me what it means to be free.
Dear lover I promise
You mean the world to me.
UntitledYou think your petty words will make me dance?
Or that you can keep me in a trance?
Talking crap all about me.
You're not the man I thought you'd be.
Honestly, you're not a man at all.
Only children try to make others feel small.
Real men don't cheat and lie.
Little boys are the ones who make people want to die.
Too long did I let you rule my life.
Too long did I think you were protecting me from strife.
But I've realized something new.
The cause of my pain was only you.
For no other reason was I really depressed.
For no other person did I get so stressed.
For no other cause did I always cry.
For no one else did I have the urge to die.
Now I know you never loved me.
You are clearly incapable of that, I see.
To think I thought you were worth crying for.
Don't you get it now? You're merely a bore.
What's more, you blamed it all on me.
But you're the only one whom in me can the fault see.
I never cheated, and I never lied.&
UntitledI always looked up to you,
always defended you.
I tried to have faith in you,
but you proved you were too
good to be true.
But I never expected you to stoop
so low and accuse me of lies.
When all I ever told anyone
was the story of my side.
It's not til now that I realize
that you were never in love.
You were the one that lied.
I was only ever a toy.
And don't even deny it.
Your words and actions have shown the truth.
You had a girl who would've done
anything you asked.
But its nice to know you never cared.
So I can move on just fine.
Honestly I don't need you
so don't be so arrogant.
Remember, you were hardly
there for me anyways.
You weren't there when I
But here's the thing,
now you're gone
and a weight has been lifted.
You call me suffocating,
I call you abusive.
Always doing what you wanted.
You always scolded me.
Treated me like a child.
But hey, I like someone new.
Someone who cares, un
UntitledIs it bad that I find it funny
how people come and go?
They walk right into your life
only for a part of the show.
They make you think you're important
and that they really care.
But when you need them most,
they're never there.
What's worse is thinking they're your friend
and talking to them all day.
But then they stop and disappear,
clearly having nothing to say.
You ask if you did something wrong,
but the answer is always no.
And yet when you need someone,
away from you they go.
Or then you have the "friends"
who lie right to your face.
They put on an act and wear a mask
and try to put you in your place.
They cheat and lie
and they try to make you feel small.
And then convince you
they'll catch you when you fall.
But of course they don't
and you're left all alone
feeling hopeless and desperate
without a place to call home.
You grow more tired
until you break
and the fallen pieces
are more than you can take...
Imperfectly PerfectImperfectly Perfect
Two different colors:
black and white.
Two different directions:
left and right.
Two different feelings:
chaotic and quiet.
Two different types:
controlling and a riot.
We're imperfectly perfect
and it confuses me so.
Not sure how we're working
but I don't wanna go.
It's both painful and peaceful
and imperfectly perfect.
But baby, let me tell you,
it's totally worth it.
UntitledSometimes I feel
like my cries can never be heard.
Just screaming into the darkness
only to have silence echo back.
No one notices.
No one hears.
They tell you they care.
That they're always gonna be there.
But I know one day
They'll walk away.
And then I'll be here alone again.
Fighting to stay alive.
Trying hard to survive.
Because of Him...Because of Him...
Can't wrap my mind around what's going on...
Nothing makes sense anymore...
Everything appears to be
If it weren't for him...
I think I would've lost it by now.
Surrounded by so much chaos;
the stress makes my
Barely holding on, I grasp his hand
and he pulls me to his chest.
There's no safer place than that.
He's the only thing keeping me sane.
The only reason I'm still here.
He's the only I haven't given up.
Always reminding me that I'm
And I can't thank him enough
for everything that he's done.
For going through hell and back with me
and never leaving...
never giving up...
and always loving...
Bad HabitsBad Habits
We all have fatal flaws,
the ones that send us spiraling downward
and make it so hard to get back up.
These bad habits that are constantly raging
within our minds.
Maybe it's time I confronted mine...
Looking back on past pains and unwanted memories
are a foolish thing to do.
We cannot change the past
for we must live in the present.
But how can one live
when the haunting traces of months ago never cease?
It gets to the point where you want to push
everyone away even though you want nothing more
than for them to hold you close.
You stop trusting those who truly care for you
and you become buried in a depression
that seems like it cannot be lifted.
No one seems to understand how you feel.
You get scolded and guilt tripped,
the things that you're terrified of.
You're constantly watching for those who would
dare try to manipulate you
or shove your face in the dirt and make you grovel.
You become so scared that you break down at random times.
You feel like you're losin
Ode to AflackOde to Aflack
Dear Aflack, my fine poetic friend,
I cannot see why you cannot just accept your name.
It is a name, of such power,
you do not see the beauty that is your name.
Oh what glorious rays of joy
does your name send forth.
So how, my friend, can you hate it so?
Please...love your name.
It is the only one you have.
I Find MyselfI find myself in my bedroom walls,
Silent and ever watchful.
I find myself in the worn living room floors,
Beaten down until used to it.
I find myself underneath my bed,
Understanding that I am my own monster.
I find myself looking at the door,
Wondering when it will open.
I find myself peeping through the window,
But night leaves nothing in my sight.
I find myself in old conversations,
My heart finally still.
I find myself stamped into black words,
Wishing for white paint.
I find myself in moonlight,
And beg for the sun.
I find myself in a dream,
After all of this nightmare.
I find myself crying,
Because you are still there.
I find myself hoping that this,
This is the last time.
I find myself turning from you,
There is no use lying.
I find myself smiling,
I find myself a lost cause,
I always find myself
Waiting for you.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
Rising from the ashesI sank down
All the way to the bottom
And I thought
I'd never rise again
But I've found my way
I relied on great friends
I fought hard
And even if I still have
A long way to go
I'll keep trying
I will survive
School is endingGood bye, dear school,
Good bye, and thank you
For all knowledges you gave
Good bye, dear school yard,
Good bye, and remember -
Our memories will stay with you
Good bye, dear teachers,
Good bye, and please -
Keep pieces of our souls
In your hands.
Bring our past,
Bring our childhood
And share with sucessors
There was a time
when he had long, curly hair
to rival that of any
his father called him
"My little Princess"
but he was always a
Prince, and couldn't see
why his Mother did not
There were two times
where he went to a church
once for a Christmas service and
he couldn't understand how
"God is love," when he
had been cursed with a body
not his own -
another a few years later
when his outside
matched his inside,
but they turned him away
still claiming that
"God is love," and he
still couldn't understand
how that was possible.
There were three times
when other boys at school
followed him home cursing
every bone in his body,
calling him names, there
was one with blue eyes
who had a knife and left him
and the nurses in hospital
called him the wrong name -
at night he cried bitterly
about the world's ignorance.
There were four times
when he wondered if there
was a special heaven
for boys like him and,
hoping there was,
I couldn't see the consequences-
As I tried to trust my heart
I just couldn't resist-
The blind love that ceased my wars
Helping me let go of the struggles-
That I foolishly held in my hands
I freed the thoughts that quarreled-
Tears fell in order for me to stand
Truth can be the worst enemy
Lies can be the strongest ally
Harmony isn't immune to tragedy
Because you made a myth out of your apparent humanity
Mistakes can never be renamed! / Scars can never be erased!
Compassion is used as bait! / Two sides to every face!
A piece of peace is caged! / Watch the bridge burn away!
I'll desecrate the meaning of “passion”
You redefined my every moral
There will be no hesitation
I won't need anyone -anymore-
I ignored the risks-
Of handing over my hope
Killed by a kiss-
Turning my world to stone
I believed in your deceit-
And I fell too hard
My mind endlessly screams-
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.
So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,
I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...
- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
The Bright Side of DyslexiaI was born with auditory dyslexia.
I once heard of someone who wrote, directed, and coastguard in their own movie.
I knew what the right word was, but it still got me thinking:
About the invigorating music of waves crashing against my vessel,
The challenge of serving to the best of my skills,
The pride of keeping the shores of my homeland safe.
That was how I found my career,
And it's been just as rewarding as I had hoped.
An episode of CSI mentioned literature marks on the vic's neck,
Which inspired a fulfilling side project of poetry.
In a later CSI, taunts were exchanged:
"I'm the king of the jingle here! You don't stand a chants!"
"That's what you think! This isn't my first radio!"
(It wasn't a very well-written episode.)
Anyway, with that I tried adding tunes to my rhymes.
The result was better than I expected;
A local morning show even played one of my works on the radio!
My girlfriend told me she needed a shoulder to crayon.
This inspired me to