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-I had never wished to know the moon,
or the burning gaze of her lover.
I am merely a forest of silences,
old dogwoods & untamed hair.
-But, I made a promise
to a bone collector once.
He could have my spine,
my kneecaps, &
one flowered rib,
wrapped & bowed-up
like a present
-if he could fall in love
with things that slip through his fingers:
Me,
the sea,
shooting stars.
-“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
-dp
or the burning gaze of her lover.
I am merely a forest of silences,
old dogwoods & untamed hair.
-But, I made a promise
to a bone collector once.
He could have my spine,
my kneecaps, &
one flowered rib,
wrapped & bowed-up
like a present
-if he could fall in love
with things that slip through his fingers:
Me,
the sea,
shooting stars.
-“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
-dp
Literature
Chasing Shadows of You...
Chasing Shadows of You...
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
Literature
Last night,
I broke every bone in my body
so I could have a reason to drown
in the isolated ocean inside me.
And then,
when my dilapidated lungs finally caved in,
I swam ashore and crawled across the polluted sand.
Only glass-edged skin
and salt-licked eyelashes
can help me now.
Literature
Missing Pieces.
I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactAt first, I was pulled in, hooked, then lost in your words only to be yanked back into place by this wonderful poem. I brings up a great point, and I like how you incorporate the moon, and the wolf. That was greatly done, greatly done. Finally, the way it ended, I have to say was over all fantastic!
“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
I love this last past. Wow is the first word that comes to mind, and that mind, was blown. Thank you for this great poem. I have to say, I enjoyed it.