def. need to rhyme againother than that, im fine
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UntitledHere's me. Sitting in my brain with a blank canvas among pink, squishy textures of cerebral membrane. As a young person, I never had specific interest in art, although my works used to give me so much pride. It could've been a career choice of mine if I really desired so. I remember I would always draw maps of imaginary places, almost as if I wanted to travel there and note any and all its boundaries. I planned to make a small book. All of the sheets of paper had rough islands of ellipse-shaped greens, squiggly greens, geometric greens, concave greens, convex greens... all surrounded by shoddy blue ocean, with those little shards of white thaUntitled
by ~KenChen58
DynamicsBeauty flows In limpid, loving strokes. The pulse starts slow, but The weaker, the stronger. The suffering was always inevitable But the light was never far away.Dynamics
Today's just another Solemn gray But, the shards of sky drop Heaven's colors. And even though there are chains, Someday, we could all be free.
Then, that same world transfigures With just a change of mind. The moment blooms Into so much more. The heart races, And with baby paces, A tunnel ends And infinity begins.
Peace, the purest panacea &nbs
by ~KenChen58
Happiness Is Not HappinessAnother bad dream, and I get up again. And the jokes are just a short, sweet excuse. The flavor is gone, and it's time to throw it away. But you chew it some more for another damn day.Happiness Is Not Happiness
And I'd watch the TV, but your name's everywhere. And the drama queens? Well, they're playing for their share. I'm the one who watches all your shows. Who knew you were such a good actor?
And life was life, but now it's nothing. The stubborn, monotonous, stupid, and boring. And even the good, it just isn't enough. It isn't the same.
And I forgive and love, but may have
by ~KenChen58
ChalkedDoubt is what makes our feeble faces, Our muddle minds, and our bloody maces.Chalked
The drilling drain of these thoughts insane Have no such use but to put life in vain.
Two doves refuse to reach out for their lover, Afraid that they'll never be loved by the other.
A family refuses to buckle up tight. Five torsos, wrenched open for everyone's sight.
Dictators drone in their cockpit alone, Destroying their plane, their biased ways shone.
The world is crushed with the same vicious vine Chalked with delusional distrust of the mind.
A poor
by ~KenChen58
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this poem is me1.this poem is me
I started this poem at midnight with cigarette smoke choking my skin
and the outside air clogging up
my cold lungs.
The damp floor stole my seat, so I just stood in the dark looking up.
2.
I see nothing-ness, just black with the occasional pale yellow moon clambering into my view. I like how eyelashes curl upwards
and the blue of your irises, but that doesn’t matter, not now everything has squeezed into shadow.
And the clouds - well they just hold onto happy things, letting go of the ugly
&nb
by ~inmyroom
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Your art is sooo goooood!
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