Every day of your life up until this point
Has been a prologue to the tale of you
Those mistakes that you have made in your childhood
They may be many or they may be few
But please don’t allow them to shape or to shift
The person that you were born to become
Keep in mind that the night is at its darkest
In the moments before we see the sun
I see pure potential run through your being
In your soul, deep beneath your callow skin
A unique story is waiting to be told
That the world will never see again
And though it begins with ‘once upon a time’
This is not a sugar spun fairytale
Each chapter and verse now lies in your hand
Heart Racing,
Angry Faces,
Bruises, Bumps and knocks.
Fist Clenched,
Arms Stretched,
Of violence those voices Talk.
I’m a wall,
Looking to be brought down,
A wall of Built up aggression.
I’m seeking sweet release,
From what lies beneath,
Sweet aggressive Confession.
As the drums begin to blast,
And the guitar begins to rip,
I feel the feelings inside begin to escape.
As body after body begins to deflect,
I feel like I’ll never be taken down,
And my outlook on life begins to reshape.
I feel two feet press against my back,
And my body departs from my present position,
I realise there’s no such thing as never could.
As
Break it to pieces; throw it to the ground,
Build it back up just to tear it all down.
It will never go back to the way it was;
Reassembling these shards is hard because
The mirror had shown us both reflected,
But in the end, only one was affected.
You shattered the life I thought we had,
Those jagged fragments hurt so bad;
I bled & bled, but I like the pain
And it's sad to know it keeps me sane.
But to my heart and in my head,
You, my dear, are already dead.
I have proof that love isn’t real
And that fate means nothing
Though I did feel my heart breaking
So there must be something
Maybe I’m alone in my thoughts
That love’s worth fighting for
Maybe I’m alone in my dreams
Just as I was the night before
Oh Lord, I don’t need no children
Lord, I don’t need no wife
Please take me now or leave me here
To live out my lonely life
I have proof that love isn’t real
That souls are worth nothing
But I felt my spirit leaving me
While my life was ongoing
Maybe I’m over sentimental
And listen to poets too much
Maybe I’ll believe in what I feel
Not only w
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
When I was lost you found me
So now you’re lost let me find you
Fall into my arms sweetheart
No questions, it’s what lovers do
Cradled in my arms tonight
Till the morning after ensues
Maybe then you can see things
From a different point of view
We can sit here all night babe
I’m no saint to offer guidance
Just some whispered words of love
I’ll be here when you break your silence
There is no doctrine of life
But only second hand wisdom
Each person is their own jailor
And inmate begging for freedom
Some of those are there by choice
Others will just misplace the key
You are indeed the latter
But please know you can re