FriendlessThere's a little boy who walks to school,Nobody knows his name.No matter what he tries to do,It is always the same.He keeps up with all the trends,He knows them inside out.Each one he pulls off perfectly,Even that selfie-photo pout.Each week he brings a box of muffins,Though nobody knows why.He used to try and hand them out,Now he doesn't even try.He shares the muffins with the crowsand eats them one by one.For consuming that much sugar,He sure looks miserable when he's done.He looks down at the empty boxand you see a little smile.The crows fly off and he lies down;They'll all be full for quite a while.The same routine, every week,I think so that he can pretend,That in the year that he's been here,He's made at least one friend.©lonewolfpuppy
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
BelovedBeloved:Perfectly pleasantWith a bright radiant smileIf only for me...-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Two SidesI'm liked at school.But I'm hated at home.I am kind, caring and active.But I am greedy, selfish, and lazy.I stay quiet most of the time.But I am loud, screaming for attention.I stay on everybody's good side.But I stay on their bad side.I try to stay good.But I stay bad.I smile at everyone.But I cry alone.Everyone listens to me.But no one listens to me.I am happy most of the time.But I am depressed most of the time.I listen to everyone.But I listen to no one.I try not to make mistakesBut I make mistakes all the time.I tell the truth most of the time.But I tell lies most of the time.Everyone believes me.But no one believes me.I am surrounded by people.But I am alone.
Heartbreak MasqueradeI can't remember what it feels like to be happy...My smile no longer shrouded in sincerity.It is like a heartbreak masquerade, fooling everyone;Exhausted, I remove my mask when the day is done.I'm a professional at what I do: I hide what I feel -When I get hurt, I pretend like it is no big deal.In reality, it's killing me; feel my heart breakingThe sad part? My friends don't know that I'm faking.I can't remember the sound of my laughter any more;Feels odd when I smile, like I've never done it before.My heart soaring with joy - well, that feeling is goneDreaming about another guy that isn't you feels wrong.It is like I am cursed, you never leave my mindHowever, you - you didn't pause, just left me behind.It feels wrong to see you and still feel butterfliesMy heart still racing when I look into your eyes.My head keeps spinning when you're in the vicinityEven after all the feelings left, I can't feel happy.I smile, not sincerely, but just to show you I'm fine,A masquera
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girl No, I don't squeal over One DirectionNo, I don't wear mini skirtsNo, I don't curl my hair everydayNo, I don't need my phone 24/7Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward CullenYes, I like violent video gamesYes, I like action moviesYes, I listen to RockYes, I am a teenage girlNo, I don't draw hearts all over my homeworkNo, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain dollNo, I'm not afraid to cryNo, I don't party every weekendYes, I am a teenage girlYes, I hate reality showsYes, my hair is short and messyYes, I'd rather walk in the woodsYes, I am okay with miceYes, I am a teenage girlYes, I'm differentYes, I'm strangeYes, I'm my own personWhy is that bad?Why do you hate me for that?Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?I don't have a problem with itMaybe the problem