Dear Future Self,Dear Future Me,I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person andyou'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in thepast so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I evenneed to write it? If I don't write it… will that set off a chain of eventsthat lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insightabout your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and Idon't know what the future is going to be like, but I want to reiteratea couple of things for you that might be weathered by time.Alrighty, for starters:a) Zombies will always be awesome. Forever and always. Don't lose your love for the genre, buddy.b) There's always time. When it comes to projects, the less of it you have, t
Wake up loveHush now,I'm sorry the dream must end.It's time to wake upand face the world.Reality is harsh,the people are cold,that's how it isand you must wake up.For you have been asleep long enough.Time to wake love,and be with your peoplethey wait for youand have never given up.You can't let them down.The alarm's going off,and reality is waiting.You are only humanand cannot do muchbut everyone is importantand life is waiting just for you.Can you hear their cries?And the bellows of pain?You can stop thembut only if you wake up.It's time to wake up love,and face the world.They cry for your returnand you can't let them down.
You're worth waiting forLet’s take it slow, if you want us to growOur love is our gentle abode, and I just want you to knowThat my patience is unknown, but for you, I will holdI’ll just have to flow, and always remain with hopeBecause much time has already passedAnd a lot has happened, so sudden and fastBut with each moment, we get closer and forget the pastWith each mistake, we start growing, with each, we understandBut now that patience is a big part of my lifeI hope that one day, you'll also be mine It could take a while, it could also be soonBut none of that really matters, because I truly belong to you
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:Hey, what are you doing?That's mine, now give it back.You're stupid, you should just go die!Okay, I'm sorry...What, you failed again?Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,Do you think it just falls from the sky?I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!You better straighten up now you hear meAnd if you keep looking like a dead fish,I'm going to make you wish you were one.I'm sorry...Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,You never want to do anything, you don't even care,Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!I'm sorry!You'rePatheticWorthlessUselessStupidUgly and-IgnoredA lousy person like you should just go die!okay, fine! I will...-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i lookFor how i dressWhat music i listen toMy opinionsMy faultsMy everythingI sit in bed and cryNot because of what they say hurtsBecause it doesBut because I'm not appreciatedI'm aloneWondering down a pathCalled lifeI try my bestBut nothing worksI don't eat because I'm "too fat"I listen to my music loud to block all the wordsThose words that will stick in my headMake me cut againI don't want thatI just want to be freedI feel so trappedI cant explain itI begin to have feelings for someoneThey aren't ever mutualI sit and realiseOnce again my hopes are dashedIts a vicious cycleTruth isI've never been told how to loveI've never experienced itI'm cluelessI feel emptyYet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeksI realiseMy depressionHas taken hold of me
Things ChangeHe rode their tandem bike, alone.
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.So many times have I come - so close -To taking that first bite from your neck.Yet, there is something about you,A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.It turns bitter upon my tongue,Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,Each bite would spew only bitter venom -Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -& body be turned to dust and ash...If only for the chance to feast once more!Ah, my dear - I will have you.& on that day it will be so sweet.But for now - I'm afraid that -I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
The Meaning Of A KissThe simple act of bringing one's lips to close to the sweet contact of another, to which upon seals a promise.A kiss should have meaning and not be given out unless it is meant with solemn clarity and truth.To kiss the hand, a polite gesture of respect, and the intent to treat the recipient as such. The back of the hand to represent strength, and honor. The palm of the hand represents a treasure, to be carefully held and cherished.To kiss the forehead, a sign of endearment, and the will to be unbreakably bound by friendship. Above the eyes to represent protection, and shelter.To kiss the cheek is to hope for a blush, relaying admiration and interest, where you can see eye to eye and outward together, representing the vision of what is to come.A kiss on the lips, the most important of all, should be a promise, where upon meeting the other person's eyes you will never betray or hurt the soul within that gaze. It is the the ultimate symbol of trust.This is The Meaning Within A kiss
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
i write bad poetry.You are made of bone, sinew, gristle, synapse, skin, keratinnot inkwells and Hemingway, galaxy-cuttings and star-trimmingsor dream, Edgar Allen Poe, absinthe, reflections and sin.You know a hundred words to describe every pockmark that dotsyour face and the way your pens fit into arrow-quivers by thatricketty old desk of yours butWords will notfallfrom your mother-of-pearl lips(willingly.)Apply cleverly-done descending letters hereand sprinkle one jaunty hyphen across the pagebecause after all, punctuation is a hitchhikerand you're speeding down the word count like a cargo trucktill you crash into an abrupt ending or more likelya lack of poetic inspiration.Today and yesterday and seven days before, you might haveprostituted your muses, a penny for your thoughts, looked withcross-eyes at your empty lined pad of paper and thenwrote seven pages about a cloud you saw that eventually scatteredinto dreamy folds and smoke.The sky is blue.The sky is big.Apply 'the sky is
I Found You BrokenI found you broken,Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life.I wanted nothing more than to help you back up.You had fallen from so high so long before.I'd give my soul to carry you back up.But no matter how hard I try,I can't budge or lift you up till you decide,To stand by yourself,Change yourself.And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here.But do you mind,If I,Just sit and wait with you a while?While we both have the time.
Shy"You've got nice shoelaces."