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Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7

Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock

Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend

Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I aYes, I am a teenage girl1 month ago in Free Verse

The Real WritersThe Real Writers:

There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.

Posers...

What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.

For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monstThe Real Writers3 weeks ago in Free Verse

And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruises
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.

I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.

I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.

I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.

Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and&helliAnd Daddy always lied.3 weeks ago in Free Verse

I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:

Breathe -
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.

Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.

Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.

And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013I Like To Play With Skin1 month ago in Free Verse

RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.Relapse4 days ago in Free Verse

Fake SmileGreeted by her vibrant cheer,
The happy girl that's always here
Has a very grim secret, I fear;
Her friendly smile is fake.
She has a heart that's big in size,
But her smile does not reach her eyes.
She tries to fool us with her lies,
Because her warm smile is fake.
It's become a daily task
To hide behind a grinning mask.
Oh my dear, I have to ask,
Why is your smile fake?
She's a girl that's pure of heart,
And she's been like that from the very start,
But her mind and soul have been torn apart,
Making her loving smile fake.
My little dear, I see the truth;
Countless others have tarnished your youth.
You're broken, my dear, aFake Smile2 weeks ago in Free Verse

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.Once Upon a Nightmare3 weeks ago in Free Verse

Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
Maybe.
But at least it makes me
Me.Does that make me Different?1 week ago in Free Verse

Poisonous Love3 weeks ago in Free Verse

Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:

To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...

Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:

A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...

Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.

Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corruptInto The Mental Abyss1 month ago in Free Verse

Bipolar DisorderI am a victim of a shadow named fourteen
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul
And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason.

I am a victim of the people of the world
Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family
Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love
When a nightmare becomes my reality.

I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain
And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair
Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them
I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing therBipolar Disorder2 weeks ago in Free Verse

Smile for me, for youHello again
it's me.
No, not who you were expecting,
just me.
But look, I'm smiling, for me
for you.
I'm no one pretty, I'm sorry
my smile turns others down
and what sad face I have- they say
Until now it never bothered me- not too much!
But hello again,
it's me.
I haven't seen you in what seems like an eternity
Do you remember?
We used to sit over there- that's right!
That patch of grass and wildflower, the
swing set we'd sit on at night as children,
looking up to the stars- we'd talk about
how one day when we'd fall asleep forever, we'd be among those too.
I would be a star smaller than yours but we'd be stars together, and
you and I would have our special place, in the sky.
But hello again, hello.
I see you're happy, with her. Not me.
And hello again, why don't you look at me
like you used to?
Like you.. used to.
Remember?
We'd talk about a family and children- when we were children!
But of course we knew nothing of what or how it actually-
Oh I apologize, I see now why you leSmile for me, for you2 weeks ago in Free Verse

FrostbiteNumbness
I can’t feel my toes and at first I think
It’s just my toes.
I can cover them up.
I can warm them.

It spreads, like fire,
Like ice.
I glance away for a second, it seems, and my feet are cold
Pat –pat
That’s funny, I didn’t feel that
Maybe I’ll cover them up too
I’ll warm them up.

I’ll take a nap
Maybe a short rest will make it all better, warm them
Up…
What’s that? How long has it been?
My legs… are you still mine..
Why has my breath left me, short?
Has everything but deserted me?

What about you, are you still here?
Are you still with me?
Hello?
And before I can say goodbye, I think my thoughts are leaving me too –Frostbite1 week ago in Free Verse

Mommy, He's LyingMommy, he said it, he said it was true.
Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you."
Mommy, he said it, he said it was real
Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel
Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way
Mommy, he said it, he said it today.

Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me
Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see?
Mommy, he never did mean what he said
Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head.

Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure
Love's a disease and he's finding the cure.
Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say...
Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today.

Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie?
Mommy, he lied through his tears, through hiMommy, He's Lying3 weeks ago in Free Verse

You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.You'll Never Understand...2 weeks ago in Free Verse

Marooned3 weeks ago in Free Verse

I'm still screamingI am still alive but now I’m barely breathing,
I’m crying out for help but no one seems to hear it.
Can’t you hear me in the night?
Or are you choosing not to hear it?
I’m slipping through the cracks but no one seems to see it.
You want me to be okay, you want me to be fine
But I am faced with a cliff that I am too weak to climb.

It kills you to see me this way,
With lost eyes distant and far away.
Desperately trying to hold on,
I 'm falling through the cracks
But I am too tired to carry on this way,
Like a ghost that can't be saved.
Like a soul that can't be healed.

My life is draining through my veins, my heart is tearing at the seams.
You are afraid to hold me now, afraid my fragile bones are going to fall,
You want me to be stronger
But strong is something that I can never be.
My fingers are slipping on the rock face,
I am losing my grip more and more every day,
Plummeting into the darkness, further and further away.

My skin is scarI'm still screaming1 month ago in Free Verse

Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character who
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival

(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)Sleeping Beauty1 week ago in Free Verse

UneditedWe cry.
We scream.
We fight for our dream.

We scream.
We cry.
We're just waiting to die.

The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.

The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.

So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?

Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?

Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.

Wouldn't surprise.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"Unedited1 week ago in Free Verse

The jigsaw boyThe girl sits on the dusty floor,
Surrounded by odds and ends.
Holding the jigsaw boy, trying to put him together again.
He fell from a very great height,
She sobs for him every night.
None of the pieces fit.
He looks up at her with empty eyes,
The colour of faded blue skies.

His skin is covered in scars and cracks,
Maps that lead her to nowhere
Round and round in circles, like a merry go round.
His soul is scattered around her like glass,
She cuts herself trying to pick the pieces up.
She tries to be distant, she tries to be kind
But in her heart she knows she broke this boy
That lies in pieces at her feet.

She crushed his heart in the palm of her hand
And now she doesn’t know what to do.
She knows that she doesn’t have much time,
Before he falls over this ledge.
He builds these walls between them,
That she will have to climb.

Life has lost its colour and time has lost its grace.
Where his heart was is now an empty space,
Pain consumes his soul.
Its onThe jigsaw boy1 month ago in Free Verse

Take My HeartWounded hearts bleed so deep
I grasp bending down on one knee
I up look up at her
With tears in my eyes
Begging and pleading one more time

Please I cry
Remove it from me
I can't handle the pain
So deep within me

Let me feel nothing
Because its all a lie
Love is supposed to be beautiful
Yet instead I cry

Lifting the knife
With shaking hands
Blood dripping from it
Into the sand

Kneeling down next to me
Her eyes open wide
Staring at the fresh scars
Where my heart does be

Shaking her head
She holds me close
Covering the cuts
As I lean in close

Cry little one
She says to me
Pour your heart out
Let the pain freeTake My Heart1 month ago in Free Verse

Battle in my MindEat.
Don't eat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
Show me.
No!
I love you..
Battle in my Mind4 days ago in Free Verse

Dear fucked society,Dear fucked up society,
Why do you take our rights?
Our human rights?
To who we love?
To who we are.. To our image?
Tell me.

You force images down our throat;
Images of airbrushed, false looking
people. You want people to look
more skinny and cause anorexia,
More along the hidden line that
you dig under the ground like
a dead forgotten body yet always there

You show us that its not right to be gay,
lesbian, bi-sexual or transgendered..
And then wonder why the suicide rate is
so fucking high. You cause the nightmares
and terrors of our family not accepting us
ourDear fucked society,2 weeks ago in Free Verse

NymphTranslucent as
a dragonfly wing—
your hair fans
in the water, and
the sun bleeds.Nymph1 month ago in Free Verse

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