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Fairy Tales"Fairy Tales"

At the end of the final chapter
Most stories end happily after
Enchanted evenings; dreams coming true
Believing in magic; it could happen to you

Fairy tales fuel our dormant fires
Romantic films quench our inner desires
Demons become friends; fun times never end
Must be nice to live in a realm of pretend

That's not how things work in the real world
The hero doesn't always win his girl
People pass away; buildings crumble and fall
Cinderella's mice in reality would be mauled

Teacups don't sing; at least none that I know
Carpets can't glide through the wind's blow
Crabs do not dance; that is really absurd
Animals can't talk; at

That Girl was MeThe girl with blood on her pillow
Because at night, her monsters won't leave her mind alone
So she tears
At the never healing scars

The girl with burn tracks down her face
Tears just weren't enough
They couldn't show the loss, the emotion
So, this was her way of showing her pain

The girl with wire sewn lips
Because the world showed her
Her pleading words will never change a thing
She has no power to help anyone, so why let her try

The girl that has blackened feet
Bruises from walking a million miles
Following closely behind someone
O

Catch Me"Catch Me"

As I felt the breeze smack me; I knew this was finally it
I couldn't possibly survive; I knew I couldn't miss

I looked to the left of me; the shadow followed me down
I saw the shadow crying; it knew soon we'd hit the ground

I caught glimpse of reality; despite falling at great heights
By looking through the windows; at least ones that had the lights

I saw a person snorting drugs and a father yelling at his son
They had left their television running; I think the Yankees won

For not letting her go out, a girl screamed at her mom
And a little further down, a guy had made a bomb

The wind felt so nice, but I could not look away
Be

We're Not Crazy"We're Not Crazy"

Sometimes I used to think I was crazy
But I could never really tell
For was it wrong to have suicidal tendencies
Even when everything was going well?

Was it crazy to cry alone in the dark
Believing things would never change?
Believing darkness consumed my heart
And my life would be the same?

Was it crazy to stay up all night drinking coffee
Just so I could sleep all day
Just so I wouldn't face the people
Who used me and threw me away?

Crazy people don't know they're crazy
Or at least they aren't meant to know
I can only speculate if this is true or not
But that's how the cliche goes

But then I started thinking
Maybe it'

Let's Play a Game Let's play a game.

I don't like the game we play
But he says we have to.
After all, I am
Daddy's little girl.

Don't move...

I can't.
I'm too sad to move.
I don't like this game.
But I am
Daddy's little girl.

There. Wasn't that nice?

No, Daddy.
I don't like our games...
But I guess I have to
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.

We can play again later.

I don't want to play later!
I don't. Like. Our. Games.
But I have to play them.
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.

It's fun. Isn't it?

No daddy...
I don't want to be
Daddy's
Little
Girl.

I'm sick of being
Daddy's little girl
In Daddy's world
With Daddy's games.

Let me grab this knif

MonsterRun.
Faster.
Fall down.
Cry.
Monsters are following you, they tell you to die.

Scream.
Bleed.
Hide.
Smile.
Smile as long as you can, it won't last for a while.

Insane.
Worthless.
Angry.
Mad.
You're not normal, my friend, that's all in your head.

Tears.
Blood.
Fears.
Pain.
Don't cry, you stupid child, it will start again and again.

"Talk to us.
Talk to us!
Listen to us.
We tell the truth!"
Life or Death? You need to choose.

Weak.
Laugh.
Cry.
You're mad.
It was too much for you and now you're dead.

Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
You're dead.
And no one will be sad.

Crossed The Line"Crossed The Line"

She told him "no" many instances before
At first he listened, but not this time
Her words were sounds that he ignored
Because finally, he crossed the line

At first it seemed like every date
He was sweet and kind, holding doors
But even still at any rate
She found herself screaming on the bedroom floor

Because he heard, but didn't listen
Only hearing what he wanted to hear
And by pure hormones he was driven
While her pleas fell on deaf's ears

At first it started out innocent
Holding hands, kissing, locking lips
But soon it was no longer ambivalent
Once his hands swayed around her hips

He tried crawling them

Hunchback"Hunchback"

So much that I've done wrong
Always believing it's bad to be me
That I'll never amount to anything
Despite what I've already achieved

So much I can't control
No matter what cards I'm dealt
If I'm a product of my environment
Then why do I blame myself?

So much negativity
Was throw in my direction
It's no wonder I frown
On my unworthy reflection

So what if I've made mistakes?
That only shows I'm imperfect
Show me one human who's divine
And I'll shake his hand with respect

Still when darkness falls
And I sit here in the cold
i know I could do so much better
I know I can be so much more

One day, I'll show them
Everyone who laugh

These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:

If my tears could tell a story of two -

What would they have to say about you?

Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking

And a girl who found it in the arms of another…

Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,

Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.

Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;

To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.

Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:

Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.

Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;

For her alone, these tears would come.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013

Stay Young"Stay Young"

Remember when the only thing to do in the morning
Was lay in bed and watch cartoons?
Nothing else then seemed important
And we didn't get out of bed until noon.

Remember when after school every day
We would play tag in the park?
We couldn't be told what to say
And we'd run around like fools until dark

But now that we've become older
Making transitions to new frames of mind
Life is weighing down like boulders
And things suddenly aren't as fine

We can't help but think; we can't help but worry
Some say life will just begin
But it seems no matter how fast we hurry
We're in a race we just can't win

We're in a tunnel that has no l

Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?

Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.

A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now

Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”
Spell out the word “art”
This is fitting because when I create
The beauty of the world is where I start

The middle three letters of the word “believe”
Spell out the word “lie”
This is fitting because for all those who accede
There are an equal amount who deny

The middle three letters of the word “lonely”
Spell out the word “one”
This is fitting because I have felt isolated
Ever since you have been gone

The middle two letters of the word “life”
Spell out the word “if”
This is fitting because only when

Once Upon a NightmareOnce upon a mystery
Once upon a crime
Once upon a lullaby
Once upon a rhyme
Once upon a thunderstorm
Once upon a lie
Because every nightmare tends to start
With once upon a time.

Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write

Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write

You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a t

Are You?I'm sorry,
that I'm not
beautiful.
I'm not a supermodel.
Are you?

I'm sorry,
that I'm not
funny.
I'm not a comedian.
Are you?

I'm sorry,
that I'm not
mature.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
talented.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
good enough
or,
loving enough...
or,
smart enough.

I'm not perfect.

Are you?

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Shouldn't IMaybe it's just me but shouldn't this pain be worse?

Shouldn't I cry when something reminds me of you?

Shouldn't I cry period?

Shouldn't I miss not having you around period?

Shouldn't I be lying when I say I am okay?

Shouldn't I be ripped apart?

I shouldn't be ready to move on already…should I?

When I say I am numb…I mean it…I still don't miss you yet?

The only thing that makes me sad is the fact that you led me on

I listen to our song but I can drown it out with conversation and laughing…

I look at our picture but it doesn't seem like we ever really were

Your interest was always somewhere else…

I never ha

without you...Pain and anger turns to numbness…

Maybe that is the true beauty of anguish

An intense ache and burning quickly fades

It turns to a tingle…

A numbing tingle that starts in my toes and travels up my spine

People comment on the soulless eyes

They look at me and say something is missing

People finally have it right…I am missing something

My better half

The one that fixed me

The one that made me whole

One of the only ones to understand me for real

Most people who think they have me all mapped out

Only turn out to have it backwards

Oh God once again I'll wake up

Alone and in this unholy pain…

Who is there?

Who w

Fiction to meYou've made me stop believing in love

I've given up on the fairy tale ending

There is no such thing as a happy ending

I've given up on the million dollar smile at the end of the book

These are all stupid stories you are told as a child

They are suppose to make you feel better

Fill your hours of sleep with happy images

Then give you a reason to make you fight for another day

I quit believing in angels

The faith that someone is looking out for my best interest…

The idea that someone made me special

All these things are now far from my mind

I have seen the pain

I now see that people are now in control of me…

Since it is t

Too Tired to TryTears rolling down my face

I'm done

I'm exhausted from trying to makes us work

I'm tired of being hurt

You dont know how much I trusted you

I was blind

Couldn't see that you weren't different

Every tear brings a memory

Every sob fades a smile

The hardest part is the strangest thing

With the slam of the door a relationship ended

You didn't come after me

You didn't say anything to make it better

You just let me hurt

I was so stupid...So foolish

I should have seen this coming

Now I sit in my darkened room

My life is quiet without you...

But my mind is made up...This is the best for me

I can't stand to hurt anymore

The sound o

Things I just can'tI can't be in love until I've been in hate

I can't love you till I've come to loath you

I can't see the beauty of the day until I've seen the darkness of the night

I won't see what you mean to me until you walk away

I know what it means to be healed if I never go through the agony

I'll never know a real smile unless I shed a few tears

I'll never move forward unless I look back

I won't talk to you...until you've ignored me

I won't be able to trust till I've been betrayed

I won't dream until I've lived the nightmare

I won't live until I'm dead inside

I won't be able to pick up the pieces...till I'm completely broken

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I was taught right from wrong

by ~Sakura2349, Feb 7, 2013, 10:59:59 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I was taught right from wrong
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar

I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused

I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being surrounded with people

I was taught to be perfect
By those that wanted to see me fail
I was taught to be loyal
By everyone that ever walked out of my life
I was taught to make people happy
By everyone who ever made me miserable
I was taught to control my temper
By those with explosive tempers

I was taught to take care of myself
By those who tried to kill me
I was taught what matters to me
By those that took it all away
I was taught how to be a girly girl
By a bunch of boys
I was taught how bad modern medicine can be
By a drug addict

I was taught who deserved my heart
By having my rib cage shattered
I was taught to stand center stage
By having my shoulders disjointed
I was taught not everyone is as nice as they seem
By having my wrist taken out
I was taught how far people are willing to go
By seeing him dying

This may not makes sense to everyone
But to those it does
They know, just like me
Betrayal is the best teacher

And, what doesn't kill you defines you

I was taught right from wrong by ~Sakura2349

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This sadly is all true...in some sense or another...But...I don't really hate anyone for it...because I have started to like myself...I work hard...and everything I have is because i had to earn it...and for every bad person i have had in my life..I have had someone equally wonderful...

*EDIT* Thanks to everyone for making this such a huge hit and thank you for all the support and favorites...I always promised if my work got anywhere near the front page I would answer every comment and so far I am doing well...If I am slow to reply pleaes be patient but I will...thank you again for all the support...wow this is amazing

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~purpldragonwings May 6, 2013 Hobbyist

this is amazing and touching. ive had some rough patches in my life and all of this is extremly true. sometimes betrayal really can be the best teacher.

~Sakura2349 May 6, 2013

Haha I think I learned from the hurt...it's better than to become hurt by it...

~purpldragonwings May 6, 2013 Hobbyist

its better to take what you can from the experiences you have so you can make sure things are done right in the future

~Sakura2349 May 6, 2013

And to make the needed changes...I can't stand people that play the full on victim... They need to learn and move on

~purpldragonwings May 6, 2013 Hobbyist

i completely agree. i will definately show this to a few people. it could be good for them too

~Sakura2349 May 6, 2013

Thank you so much

I hope they like it as well...

*Darvia123 Mar 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This is insanely amazing.

~Sakura2349 Mar 30, 2013

Really??? Thank you so much

*Darvia123 Mar 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes they are such wonderful contradictions that actually make sense!!

~demonrobber Mar 14, 2013

Excellent! There are so many setbacks in life and it is important to find the positive result in all situations. I hope you have gained wisdom and not suffered too much in the proces. A wonderful piece of verse.

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