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That Girl In The MirrorHappiness 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

Yeah I'm Stupid!Yeah I'm Stupid!:

Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to — as they say in slang —
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?

-

Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme — rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Str

-this windowpane loneliness
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.

Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:

You're tired, unable to create anything.

You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!

Why won't these words come together?

"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."

Yet the solution is fairly simple...

I'm showing it to you now;

Break up your ideas, smaller sized.

They come together, like in Tetris.

Rotate the blocks; shape your art.

Draw chibis and stick figures too.

Instead of epics, try a haiku.

How about a six word story?

If your mind is blocked, overheated.

Let it cool; take it slow.

By attempting all the smaller things,

Your art is sure to grow.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013

Heart:a rebellion
tucked away
in her chest.

they say
she's got skin
unworthy to write
poetry on,
but
she tapes those
lovelies
to her limbs
anyway.

I will remember for youDo you remember;
It was September and I was seventeen.
I was gnarled into the corner of a bus
Mithering away at my gloomy mood;
Trying to shake the oppressive landscape in my mind.

It was unexpected.
A blow,
A shock.
It was unexpected to see you there.

You were folded primly onto a bus shelters seat
With her hand enveloped in yours
You both lifted your other hands, synchronised,
And waved to me with your familiar smiles.

I was surprised.
Was stunned.
Was overjoyed,
I was surprised to see you there.

Your grey hat tipped so rain slipped off
And her glasses whitening with the steam of her laugh
I just looked at you, gluttonous,
I absorbed ev

Painted SkinPainted Skin:

He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.

"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."

His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.

"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"

You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked wit

This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:

With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...

-

When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told—
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light…

-

So this is the only way, that

Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphine
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
filled up
with nothing.

& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
but-

I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.

I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
tiger-striped skin.

With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,

I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.

You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”

I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect

Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess

Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Poems allow

Avoid Drama"Avoid Drama"

How dare you spread such rumors
How dare you say such lies
How can I be pregnant?
I'm not a girl; I'm a guy!

Why would you think that?
Why would you fib
About people you don't know
Or things you never did?

He broke up with her
She cheated on him
Please don't get me involved
I don't know where to begin

So what if you never
Got asked out to the prom?
It only lasts one night
Then life will carry on

Every week there's someone
Fighting with a friend
Who hates who this week?
Please let this drama end

Because I'll never understand
Why people have to judge
Adding insult to injury
To hearts that never budge

What

Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:

Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.

The coldest December,
Can you still remember?

Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!

Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.

Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.

The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!

Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold

-

Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.

Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.

Bu

These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:

My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel

And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight

And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty

Blue EyesBlue Eyes:

A man once told me that blue eyes were best
So I decided I would put these words to a test.
I ran across the globe and found a blue eyed fish
It tasted very tasty when served as a dish

I then went to Ireland to find a blue eyed gnome
Instead I got a Lephrechaun whose name was 'Jerome'
I used him as bait to catch some blue eyed mice
I suppose he now regrets that he lost at dice...

I then used the mice to catch a blue eyed cat
I then used the cat to catch a blue eyed dog
I then used the dog to catch a blue eyed witch
I think I left that one down in a ditch...

In any case...

I returned back home to my quaint boulevard
W

Witch With A Fairy Wand

Witch with a Fairy Wand:

She came out in a dress full of laces,
She faced up a crowd and their god-fearin' faces.
They started screamin' murder over hymns and a gospel,
They said 'you better run or you're caught in the Witch's spell...'

But out came the sun and it dried up all the f***in' rain,
The girl waved a wand and it took away the crowd's pain.
Old men were runnin' while the kids were doin' backflips.
All because the girl had a wand and she let it rip!

She had a fairy wand, a f***in' fairy wand,
She had a fairy wand, a shiny fairy wand!

She made us all believe...
In all those things we wanted to see...

She made us all belie

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Square Pig (POEM and WOODCRAFT)by ~RushAndRuleIt

Literature / Poetry / Children's / Urban & Spoken Word

The poem is meant to be very rhythmic while delivering an uplifting message, like a nursery rhyme.

The pig in the photo is my first attempt at a craft, so if I made a pig’s ear of it, that’s why. Although if you don’t think the pig looks good, you can always put some lipstick on it.

If you haven’t had enough lametastic jokes yet, the wood parts I used were made by Lara’s Crafts.

Here's the poem, in case the PDF doesn't show up for you:

Not A Square Pig in a Round Hole

There once was a pig
Who didn’t fit in,
Although his heart was big,
And glowed from within.

He often frowned,
Because the others would stare:
They were all round,
And he was square.

One day, some were especially mean,
And he grew tired of being unique.
Later that day, he built a machine,
To finally change his physique.

But before he began to transform,
A round cow saw him and asked,
“Why would you want to conform?”
“What’s the point of this task?”

He lamented, “It’s hard to be square
in a world that’s round.
It hurts when they stare,
And joke around.”

The cow replied to ease his pain,
“I didn’t mean to seem snooty.
I stared not out of disdain,
But because of your beauty.”

The moral is cliché, but wise:
To your true self be dutiful,
And in somebody’s eyes,
You’ll always be beautiful.

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~ChungKeePanda Feb 16, 2013

Really cute

~sirnka Feb 4, 2013

very cute (:

~mackincheese Feb 3, 2013

this is so great. so so great

~MegaKeksNetti Feb 3, 2013

sooo cute <3
i want to cuddle this little pig :3

=Mocha-Chiino Feb 2, 2013 Student General Artist

Awh, this poem is adorable and teaches a great moral

~dgmnfangirl080 Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I think I've fallen in love with this.
And that pig ate my heart.
...
That came out wrong.

_{_{_{OH GOD OH GOD, GET THAT IMAGE OUT OF MY BRAIN....}}}

~ReptillianSP2011 Jan 31, 2013 Student General Artist

I'm not really into literature, but I think that the poem rhymes well. Just don't know whether it is good or not for me.

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~MewPocky Jan 31, 2013

This is beautiful! You are an amazing poet! Truly! If only more people could read this, and understand it, maybe the world could be a better place. Once again, amazing work.

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