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Between You and Me.
I never believed you,
I only wanted to.

.....

Lying back to back
I was counting your breaths
to make sure your lack of
heart
didn't leave you
dead.

....

Like a ghost
the fading memories of your touch
kept screaming
what I was trying to forget.

...

Oh, why did I give it up to you?

..

I know it's my fault.
My expectations were greater than
what you were willing to offer,
and I got scared.

I tried shutting you out,
to gather myself together
behind a shield of apathy,
but only ended up in
self-destruction.

.

Your kiss never tasted as
intoxicatingly bitter
as the last time
I made love to you...

She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.

Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.

She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.

But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.

Letter To Alice In Wonderland Letter To Alice In Wonderland

Hey, I think I have some explaining to do,
I know it's been a long time - hell, it's been years -
since the last time you wanted to look upon my face,
before it changed and became so cruel.

Hey, maybe you don't know yet, but
for all the good it did me, I really did love you,
and not for a second doubt that none was true,
for proof, go count my every cut.

And that's the reason I had to get out,
you were bad for me, driving me blind,
as I was fighting two addictions entwined,
that's the main reason, it's the main shout.

When he came around, I saw a ray of sunlight,
but you always made me ooze with gloom,
I long

The Bone CollectorSometimes my breath catches in my throat
and the very stillness of an earth going
a thousand and three miles per hour
gets lodged there.

Sometimes these simple exchanges
leave me breathless, croaking on dust:
the unfiltered pigments of other people's skin
and blood and ash

but with my tarred lungs and itchy eyes
I sit and sift through charcoaled remains,
alphabetising them from c to c. I am lost
in a world charred brazen.

Many things I have loved have turned to ash.
Many people. I was naive enough to think
that there was some perfect nutritional truth
that could outlast hell-fire.

I claw through a world turned ashen
and know those dead

NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulae
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.

I am but a car crash,
spellbound
inside eyelids,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.

Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
& proving
I never had a heart at all.

But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.

astrology.i lost my cigarettes today while
sparing kisses to too many witches
with apastron blackberry tongues.

& like the scattered stars of scars,
saturn's rings whispered secrets
to the telescope eyes of these strangers
cradling galaxies between lovely bones-

( their fingertip heat
knowing nothing of intermissions. )

Distant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .They say it's difficult to love someone
When you can't even love yourself.
But I loved you nonetheless,
The problem was I didn't know when to stop.

You kept sending me mixed signs
Making me dizzy until I
Couldn't know
Left right
Much less right
From wrong.

When our world started crumbling down and
T e a r i n g at the seams
It was so easy for you to let it fall apart.
But I, knowing no other kind of love,
desperately clung to the remaining bits,
Trying to put them back together.

Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,
They kept growing and
growing a p a r t,
until your world was only yours
and mine a hollow ech

dust.I'm choking
on the ink-dipped fingers
of verbs & metaphors
still lodged in this bruised,
paper crane throat;

the starving,
dead-flower scent
of your words,
still kissing my ribs.

How can you judge me-
when you don't bother
to read the naked poetry
beneath the temple of my flesh?

How long can butterfly
ankles hold up a
star-soaked frame?

Don't bother whispering
your secrets to nebulae,
not even the dust in my veins
will listen anymore.

No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,
the embodiment of poetry.

& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.

wishes are for the weak-
stand up,
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.

Anything.

I think I found God then,
lurking behind wanderlust eyes.

HopeHope is just the lies
I tell myself
Hope tells me tomorrow
Will be better then today
So I don't cry myself to sleep
Hope whispers that next time
I'll do things right
When I only make it worse
Hope says that everything will be alright
When I know it won't be
Hope promises that there is a perfect
Person for me and that one day
I'll find that person
Hope shouts that one day
I'll do great things
And will always be rememebered
So that I'll never truely die
Hope sings of a better place
When there isn't one
Hope mocks that it could be worse
But most of the time
I'd do anything to not be me
Hope is merely a lie
But that's oka

Bone child,this December's winter
has your ribs cocooned with
mine. & this wander(lust) heart
will sustain warmth for the both of us.

wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skin
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
anatomy.

Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.

For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.

Deceptive

Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

NecromancyShe replaces her wrists
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
don't-touch-me's

-

as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers

de

cipher

me.

-

She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.

-

But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
supernova heart.

Guys Are Like Cats"Guys Are Like Cats"

Over trash cans and through the streets
He followed her hypnotizing scent
Around the corners he had to sneak
But he believed this was time well spent

He followed her all the way home
And sat on the front steps of her porch
Hoping to hear moans and groans
If her father caught him he'd be torched

But still he climbed that tree
The one outside of her room
No matter how far the view may be
He brought his camera for better zoom

Through the window he saw her hair
God, she looked beautiful that day
With his jaw dropped he stared
Sadly, there was no other way

He had tried to gain her attention
Every method he c

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Even shadows crawl away .The sun is rising.
Casting shadows across the room,
causing them to crawl up the walls
so slowly it's painful to watch.

Spiders have sewn cobwebs between my ribs and spine.
Only a soft shudder through my ribcage once in a while
makes them think they've caught prey in their silver threads.

The sun is setting
and the room is empty
as is my heart.

Heartbreaker at first sight .I wonder if

the first time
our eyes met after we
kissed,

did this thought cross your mind -

'So, this is the girl whose heart
I'm going to break one day.'

?

Echo.That day when you tore away from me
you left me with a bitter taste in my mouth
and a pulsing darkness in my chest.
And that darkness, it consumed me whole,
leaving no traces of the person
I once was.

I wish that I could shed my skin
because each and every cell in my body knows
what your touches feel like,
and how your skin tastes.
But to me, you now taste bitter.

And every time I look at you,
all I can hear is those three words
you liked to hide behind,
that rolled out of your lips so smoothly.
I should have known then,
I've always stumbled over mine
before you stole them
off my tongue.

And I cannot say I hate you,
ther

You were my melody .Your grip on my heart is finally loosening.
I've forgotten how it feels to be whole
and right now, this is the closest to whole
I've been in a long time.

I'm slowly starting to forget the way you held me,
the way the sun reflected off your skin,
how my name used to dance off your tongue.

It's like when you have a song you love
and listen to all the time
and then one day you just don't.

And you slowly forget about it,
until you stumble upon it one lovely day,
a year later and it brings a smile to your face but
the feelings it used to induce are gone.

You were my favourite melody,
to which I wanted to wake up and fall asleep to

To Live Is To Learn.It's only at the end of the road
after many wrong turns taken,
that I'll realize
which ones I should've taken instead.
But there is no walking in reverse,
no magic spell to turn the red lights green.

Yet each time life tears me down,
I learn how to get back on my feet.
And I know now, that I am my worst threat,
yet my best friend.
And best friends forgive, understand,
offer a helpful hand.
I have to try, try so much harder,
to help myself to a clearer view.
And one day,
when I become something I can love,
someone else will fall in love with me too.

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A letter to past loves.

by ~sasunaru16, Dec 1, 2012, 5:30:28 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{Dear Boy number 1,
you turned my world upside down,
changed green into red and smiles to tears.
Who would've thought that
your teasing and your games would
plant a fear into my bones, so strong that
I still cannot shake it?

Dear Boy number 2,
I don't think about you anymore
but I don't think about you any less, either.
Your love consumed me and
pushed me to the edge of insanity.
We were fire one second, ice the next,
battle wounds were inflicted just to get a taste of blood.
We were right in all the wrong ways, but to you,
holding another was second nature.

Dear Boy number 3,
you only ever touched me
in the dark alleys of town,
out of sight, but you were never
out of my mind.
Your kisses were new and sloppy,
and your hands left bruises
on my chilled skin.
My friends said you were bad for me, but
I fell in love with your eyes of coal.

Dear Boy number 4,
you are just great. And that's the thing.
You are everything I could wish for, but
I want someone to tear me to pieces and
rebuild me into something more.
I'm sure you can taste it in the kisses you steal,
you can see it in my constantly elusive eyes.
I'm bad news, as I've told you from the start,
never for a second did I wish to own your heart.
I hoped to kill you quickly, but
I love you like a friend.

Dear Boy number 5,
You're the kind of boy our mothers warn us about.
Danger and Lust reflect in your eyes of green -
piercing against smoky red promises of more.
The circumstances have been clear to me from the start.
You remind me of my past self, when the memory
of heartbreak was so raw and fresh in my skin,
I couldn't help myself but try and burn everything.
The thought of getting close to someone and witness pain again
bridled my emotions into a slow, barely moving crawl.
I want to save you, but this wish is turning against me.
What would you do, if you saw me in need of saving?

Light another joint and pass it to me, huh?}

A letter to past loves.by ~sasunaru16

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{Yeah....I'll add some lyrics here later

Thank you so much for reading! Any feedback is greatly appreciated!
How did the poem make you feel, could you relate to it?

I'm so sorry I wasn't able to thank everyone for adding She always fell for boys who needed saving. to their favorites yet! There's just so much of you
Thank you again for getting it on front page!

oh yeah, also, this poem might get updated in the future (perhaps I'll add Boy number 6? )}

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*waiting-for-wings Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

oh wow that was amazing! beautifully written! It says so much

~sasunaru16 Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

_{Thank you!}

~Heaven-leigh5612 Jan 1, 2013 Student General Artist

"Knowing what you deserve and not settling
for any less, loving yourself, believing in yourself - these are the lessons
my battle scars taught me."

I couldn't have said it better myself - this is exactly what these kinda of boyfriends taught me

Another beautiful piece of writing xxxx

~sasunaru16 Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

_{Thank you! I'm glad you've learned the same lesson, I think it's one of the most important ones}

~LoudSilenceLady Dec 16, 2012 Student General Artist

_{I love this poem so much ♥ It can relate to so many relationships out there and I feel like it can also cheer up some girls. It has strength and confidence in it, which is very impressive.
The only thing I don't like about it is that there are some rhyming parts, and then it complete stops and starts again. You might have not done it on purpose though, I know it happens sometimes C:
It's still an amazing poem~}

~sasunaru16 Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

_{Thank you! I just wrote the poem the way it came to me. when I read it to myself, I feel like every stop that is made belongs there, and rhymes don't disturb the overall flow.. of course everyone has their own opinion and taste <3}

~foreverforwards Dec 5, 2012

I Like it ALOT!!! made me feel pain and happiness and everything in between, "We were right in all the wrong ways" oh the feelings behind those words. very very well written once again a splendid piece.. Thank you for sharing XD

~sasunaru16 Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

_{Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
I'm glad you could connect to the poem so much}

~foreverforwards Dec 25, 2012

no thank you for sharing what you fee, it takes a certain kind of person who can write their feelings down and show them to millions of people.

~HaniaJedi Dec 2, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I can relate to it. My feelings have been shattered before. The last half of grade five when I moved to a new town, every girl in my class was nice to me, then my second day there they bullied me. For the first time, I felt hatred. I was like an angel on Earth, because I was such a nice kid. I never felt negative emotions besides sadness a few times, until then. I'm still me, but I changed a lot.
I don't think that you really dated five guys, right? XP

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