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Never Go AwayI don’t know if you ever think about me and if you cry like I do when I feel the void where a father is supposed to be. I wonder if you really meant to start over when I heard from you in June, just before Father’s Day. All those wondrous promises and I never heard from you in the six months after. Don’t you miss your son? Am I still your son in your eyes or do we just happen to share DNA? I know I don’t have a father, I only had a father up until I was 8 years old, I think. I don’t remember. I don’t recall when our paths divided, you with a woman you apparently chose over me, me growing up facing struggles I could’ve battled with a father by my side. You chose to marry her. You chose not to let me know. I had to find out by visiting my grandparents, your parents, by surprise, simply because I didn’t want the entire family to be there when I showed up. There they were, photographs of a fabulous wedding, and my grandfather had the audacityNever Go Away by NiallCloud
Fast ForwardThe golden clock was ticking quickly nowFast Forward by NiallCloud
Around my face a hue of bittersweet
A frown, a simple glare, was all I meet
My full red lips would make a silent vow
On paper do we write and cry, erase
The little lies that moved to be believed
Their goals a cause that we should have perceived
Our lives are placed on hold, one time and place
Alas! We dream and doubt and drown in dread
We panic, portals proof of lack of peace
And quickly came our quiet clock to see
Our fancy flown away, and found us fled
Our sighs so soft they sent a swirl that ceased
To trick the time outstretched beneath the tree
MutualThe eyes from Heaven cast upon me dwellMutual by NiallCloud
And I, before the altar, kneeling flame,
Am overshadowed, calling just their name
A thousand times this gaze was meant to quell
Another sight was yonder, savoured blight
A sudden breath my sound, not overcome
By cheers of joy so like excitement numb
A careful tread, a smile beyond delight
Though time has passed us by, echoes in vain
Back then, was my consent not mine to give?
That day belonged to me, as well as you
‘Tis harmful for a truth so simple and plain
To think it so forgotten and misgiven
Thus I leave, strange to hatred ‘twixt us two
EnthralledOn tiptoe I reach for the doorknobEnthralled by NiallCloud
Trying to close the door
In a flash, the door is open again,
The hallway radiating, blinding sight.
This time, I lock it with despair
Keeping it close shut silently
Even though deep down
I know it’s in vain.
I remember the last time I ran,
Demanding myself to fight
As I escaped the burning town
Ending a tyrant reign.
It was such a sloppy job,
But I ended it, but fearing more.
To never let it happen again I’d swear
But then it entered the room so violently.
I was inclined to embrace it
I still am, though my grinding teeth
Are a sign to have it banished,
To renew the vow I spoke.
So here I sit, back against the wall
Holding back what I still hold dear
The torment breaking my will
To never be hurt anymore.
What I would give to have it vanished
I cry, huddled beneath my cloak
I’ve already had my fill
Of memories still so sore.
The lantern is still lit,
My eyes hungrily beneath,
The light making me its thrall,
The mistress is whom I so fe
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden by WordOfChen
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
Oh for wrenched days So grandOh for wrenched daysOh for wrenched days So grand by G-E-Graves
So grand and yet so new
I find myself upon my way
Lost within thoughts of you
Fresh the image inside my mind
Replace this crowning life
With sadly missed and forgotten tales
Shining with your light
So with much ado
Midnight had its way
I wait the coming daylight
Missing only you
Flora at the PassHear me read itFlora at the Pass by BloodshotInk
I will never write of the cherry tree,
or think again on its impermanent beauty;
its delicate and breakable bones
or the pale flush of it's cheeks. I will not.
I will never again be pleased
to see its arms outstretched to embrace.
I won't call it my favourite,
or dream of it's presence at the momentous;
but at my wedding, there will be spring-bloom.
In my bouquet, my hair, my heart.
Enthralled in every quiet bud
of every quiet moment, cherries will be.
At my funeral, similarly,
entwined through my white coffin,
there will be the soft reflection
of its frostbitten petals. Even then.
For no matter what I am, or who,
there will always be blossom in spring.
There will always be cherries in my life;
and there will be flora at the pass.
HN Intro - The BookshelfThe small used bookstore was empty and lonely that Monday morning. A typical Monday really at The Bookshelf. Okay, so the store really wasn't empty and lonely. I was there manning the fort, as always. But I was lonely, and besides myself The Bookshelf was empty. I sat behind the counter on a padded swivel bar stool, one with an actual back to it. They always reminded me of chairs on stilts. Minnie stilts.
As my mind wondered while I was playing one of my favorite apps on Facebook, to pass the time away, I gave one ear to listening to the mixed station I had selected that day on Pandora Radio and the other to listening for the bell to ring indicating the front door opening. It had never really occurred to me to ask Benny how he had gotten the music playing on the laptop to come out of the several speakers situated throughout the store. I did know that if you got my computer geek friend, which I mean in the nicest way possible, to tell you how something technical worked you
Respect Your GiftsMy thoughts on my gift,
Of lyrical poetry,
were always that it was
shall we say
Longing after skills with a brush,
or perhaps a sketch artist.
To have a voice to move people to tears,
always seemed more
than my own gift.
I was blind to the beauty of my flowing prose,
ignorant to the envy that many people held.
I berated myself,
belittled my talent.
Now I recognize,
that my words speak truth.
Give me courage to show my heart,
the strength to say what is kept hidden.
My words are powerful.
My talent dear.
To belittle my gift,
is to disrespect myself.
So from this day on,
I acknowledge my skill,
adore my words.
I respect my gift,
and love myself.
ObsessionTo my lips, I touch you
Warm and familiar
Your smell, your taste
I can't resist
I indulge, feeling myself relax
In your presence
The pleasant feeling of you inside
I stare in the mirror
The following day
I wince and cringe at your markings
I should have known this would come
As always it has
I cover myself with clothes
By now I can't hide it
My doctor berates me
My parents softly speak their worries
I return to you
I always will won't I
And together we spend the day
But too much of a good thing always hurts
Miserable and sluggish
I cling to you tighter
Always there for me but only briefly
You're the only friend that left me feeling emptier inside
I can't take it
I'm leaving for good
And I'll get rid of any evidence you were here
I dash out the door and my feet take me away
I can't remember the last time I sat still
Your absence, it withers me
My face long and features sharp
I can't sleep without thinking of you
and the with hunger that still remains
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