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I guess I should start with an apology. Originally there was supposed to be a humour release tonight, but it was...flat. Literally it was dead, so I went to see my buddy Jerome to help me turn it into a song. We managed to do a somewhat rap-like version of Yohoho and a Bottle of Rum (to be released tomorrow or the day after), but after we talked for awhile...well I created this.
The background to this is actually funny, see, I was helping someone close to me yesterday, only to have someone I once considered close abandon me completely. It hit me like a shock-wave I suppose, but I ignored it and tanked through yesterday. I guess the full impact really didn't hit me till Jerome started playing his guitar.
The lyrics fell out pretty naturally and I sort got into the whole groove of it by the second portion. Its kind of metal/rock sort of song. The first portion is sung in a high-pitched male rocker type voice, while the bold section is semi-rapped in a deep Amon Amarth type growl. Both sections are repeated once in the same order (but slightly faster) and then the final section is sung by the same voice as the first, but this is done in an almost Evanescence type style to finish off with the last phrase in quotes whispered toward the end of the track.
It was pretty cool to jam with Jerome and I think it really helped me deal with this issue. It really sucks when someone, whom you consider a friend, just decides that they should cut-you off (lol
) and it just feels pretty low to be abandoned without them even trying to talk to you or try to salvage something from it.
I'm the type of guy that goes the distance when he's capable of helping and I'm honest if I'm not able to, hence I don't make promises I can't keep. One promise that is frequently broken though is the whole 'we'll definitely be friends' thing. I feel that if you don't want to make the effort to be friends with someone, and if you can't handle them at both their worst and their best, then don't even make the promise in the first place.
People who do this sort of thing will always be around and it always hurts to be abandoned (and we're not even talking a relationship here thank god xD), but I firmly believe that they will get their just desserts. The ugliness of their personality will definitely come out for all to see and eventually they suffer the same fate they inflicted upon you (and in their case it might even be worse). At that point, I hope that they'll think back and remember what they did and maybe change for the better.
As for me, I'd like to say thanks. Thanks for the memories and for the pain, because now I can even do this type of poetry. Adios amigo, I won't be looking back.
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates Other Poems by Me:
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 me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
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 Am A WriterI Am A Writer:
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and ev
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge l
Other Literature by Me:
Machine ManMachine Man:
It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".
Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.
We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"
Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?
Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?
Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.
In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,
Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
The Good Critic's GuideThe Good Critic's Guide:
I have noticed that many critics on DA tend to leave rather harsh and sometimes subjective critiques on the pages of the artists being critiqued. Their rationale for doing so is based on the concept that 'we shouldn't molly-coddle each other and instead "tell it like it is"'. However this type of critique reflects poorly on one who is critiquing as opposed to the one who is being critiqued and I will explain why throughout the course of this guide. In essence I hope to use this resource as a way of teaching potential critics how to properly focus their abilities and direct their critiques in a
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si