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I feel it
clawing at my skin
digging at my veins
it's everywhere
underneath the fabric of my nails
my skin crawling as its canvas
the teeth gnawing at my legs
I am a sinking ship (by my own destruction)
cast away the life boats
but will always
be stuck out at sea
so lonely but has many friends
so unhappy all I am are scars
numb to affection
except to the feelings that kill me
I am breaking
I'm so sorryMom Dad Ian myself
clawing at my skin
digging at my veins
it's everywhere
underneath the fabric of my nails
my skin crawling as its canvas
the teeth gnawing at my legs
I am a sinking ship (by my own destruction)
cast away the life boats
but will always
be stuck out at sea
so lonely but has many friends
so unhappy all I am are scars
numb to affection
except to the feelings that kill me
I am breaking
I'm so sorry
Literature
R.I.P
R.I.P
"Rest in peace"
Or at least,
what we all think it means.
How may I rest, six feet under;
in a tomb?
Alone and cold, in soiled womb?
They said, after death,
"You have nothing to worry."
R.I.P
"Reside in purgatory"
Why bury me in damp grave?
So far away from heavens gates?
I feel the warmth, know it well.
Another half inch, I'd burn in hell.
But in this shell, lifeless; sedated.
Morbid pranks!
Ironic you wanted me cremated.
Is this wrong? Or is this right?
But heh,
jokes on me I guess that's life.
At least for some,
R.I.P
"Reveal in Paradise"
Literature
These Tears Would Come:
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
Literature
Fads and Trends
Whatever makes them popular today
Will be the death of them tomorrow
With looks like that they can say anything
And their insecure flock will follow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
Grow a back bone and do your own thing
Fear not for the adverse consequences
Living a lie brings much more suffering
What these people consider ‘scene’ today
Will of course not be seen tomorrow
Image is just a temporary façade
And yet these blind fools seem to follow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
And sing only from your own hymm sheet
Form your own ideas and opinions
Don’t recite someone else’s beliefs
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"but you act so happy" he stood with an open mouth, shock risen into his eyes.
"yeah, act" I whispered. He turned over my leg, inspecting it, cuts racing over the edges, some more recent. He took a hand to covered his shocked expression, and shook his head numbly. He turned and looked me straight into my eyes. His deep blue eyes glistening with tears. I choked back another sob.
"NEVER, do this again."
"yeah, act" I whispered. He turned over my leg, inspecting it, cuts racing over the edges, some more recent. He took a hand to covered his shocked expression, and shook his head numbly. He turned and looked me straight into my eyes. His deep blue eyes glistening with tears. I choked back another sob.
"NEVER, do this again."
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Very deep.