[x]

You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:

When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...

But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance

It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...

Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to retu

Shot to HellShot to Hell:

You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life

Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...

Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and

Breaking FreeBreaking Free:

I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm

As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!

An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...

And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled exc

Battle ScarsBattle Scars:

Sharp claws rake into my skin
as my blood bursts forth to splatter against the ground
The uneven breathing of my foe
tells me that he too is wounded and close to death

I can see his teeth, flecked with frothing saliva
foaming and spitting as he bellows his name
He charges into me, his frame crashing with mine
the impact has me reeling and I fall back against the stone

The ground feels cold
the icy chill seeping into my bones
the warmth of my blood escapes me
and I can feel myself beginning to fade

Up toward the sky I glance
praying that I might receive assistance
I pray that he who commands me, he who stands above
Will pity

The Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:

A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:

As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!

Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed

Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...

But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
Th

HopeHope:

She waits for him
at the gates that stood when even the world crumbled
She sighs
knowing that her own name will soon be forgotten

Where once she carried the weight of the world
now her strength is but the tiniest whisper
A single spark, left to crackle amongst the shades
until all is lost in the endless folds of time

It's getting colder
though she still continues to stand by the gates
She is getting older
and thus her memories must fade...

Angels gather to watch her in these final moments
and they bow their heads as a sign of respect
For even now, as the life leaves her body
Still she continues to wait...

-Chen Yuan Wen

In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel

DenialDenial:

He stands before the mountains
and sighs, knowing that they reach toward the heavens
He begins his climb
his hands soon bloodied, his fingers digging into the hardened stone

He continues to drag himself
against the crags that scrape against his peeling skin
Unwilling to end his climb prematurely
though the rocks continue to slice into his flesh

Blood is drawn with a single desperate gasp
as pain rings out throughout his frame
His feet tremble and his hands grow numb
but still he continues to climb ever higher...

The winds threaten to throw him from the face of the mountain
and they slowly begin to waste him away
His bod

Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:

Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'

And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'

A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'

How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na

Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:

I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now

The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...

They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give

I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending

A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:

A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns

Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within

There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind

In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the f

As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:

As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.

The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.

Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars

The Simple DelightsThe Simple Delights:

The world is a place of simple pleasures
of the simple delights that we fail to see
Like a rose whose thorns will prick unwary
we focus on the negatives that be

But if we chose to hold the rose
Gentle and with grace
Its thorns would simply press our skin
Not pain or poison laced

If we could learn the simple lessons
of looking at all the good things in life
Then food would be the only object
to meet the edge of my knife

I see so many different ways
to enjoy the life that I have today
I could go to the store and buy a snack
A treat for me I say

Perhaps I'll choose to walk the distance
or maybe I'll take th

JudgementJudgement:

You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call

Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012

CorvusCorvus:

Black feathers falling through the empty sky
A whisper upon the winds, better left unspoken
As a glimmer of sunlight catches my eye
I am drawn to the worms that writhe below

Each one pulses with the desire to live
endlessly tunneling through the sands of the earth
With nothing more for them to give
I'm afraid they are quickly eaten...

One, two, three and four
Each one swallowed by an open door
Five, six, seven, eight
They know not love nor petty hate

It makes me wonder if they feel this pain
of being consumed by the one they fear
They sprout and dance in the lovely rain
Not knowing of that which lurks so near

-Chen Yu

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 1.9 KB more ▶

More from *WordOfChen

What You Can't RememberWhat You Can't Remember:

You know that something's wrong inside
But you will try to hide it.
Far away from prying eyes;
You say you don't remember...

What is this memory inside.
You feel like you've forgotten.
A part of you decides;
To say you don't remember...

How long will you deny
The bitter truth behind it.
The day you lost yourself;
But now you can't remember...

When first you took away the mask
And looked back at the mirror.
You thought you saw another man;
But you simply don't remember...

The times when you were not yourself
When you forced yourself upon her.
It was a day like this;
But now you won't remember...

Th

A Tale of Pirates 3A Tale of Pirates 3:

==BATTLE SEQUENCE==

Turn: 3 (End)
Enemy: Kalkarr the Rat Fist Master
Health: ???/???
Speed: 9
To Hit: 7
Armor: 0
Null: 0, Death
Resistance: 5
Will: 5
Other Information: ???
Ailments: Bleeding (2 damage for 4 turns [physical]), Lead Poisoning (2 damage for 4 turns [poison])

Kalkarr shouts, "For too long have humans oppressed us rats. Killing us for experience points. Soon you will see, the TRUE power of the rats!" Kalkarr coughs up blood and suffers from his wounds. He takes a total of 4 ailment damage.

Chenbeard (in ghost form) replies, "Dream on ye great big rat, I'll show you the true power of HUMANS, wel

Happy MemoriesHappy Memories:

We live in moments
Recorded as memories
Happy in the past

-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th April 2012

Terror of the Red WorldTerror of the Red World:

When we first came to conquer Mars
We uncovered a darkness sealed in stone.
For endless years it waited here
On the world that we would call our own.

Through the darkest days the evil festered
Becoming a womb where the demons spawned...
And by the time we learned of them;
We were forced to greet a bloody dawn.

Men and structures
Torn apart.
Corpses lay
Like foetid art...

A horrid chant
Resounded still.
On chilling winds
That broke our will...

Awaken, Awaken, Awaken, Awaken
She who sleeps beneath the sand.
Awaken, AWaken, Awaken, Awaken
Queen who was made to rule this land.

Awaken, Awaken, Awaken,

View Gallery · View Prints

Featured in Groups:

#Dark-Asphyxiation
A group for morbid minds!

#written-from-within
Written From the Soul

#writeaway
Find Your Inner Voice

#artist-exposure
Club Supporting Artists

#Writers-Guild-DA
writers everywhere

#BleedingHeartsPoetry
A Poetry Club

#ThePoetryofDA
DA Poetry Club

#thefreewriteproject
Don't edit. Just write.

Show all (275)

Details

Submitted: July 23, 2012
File Size: 1.9 KB

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 88
Favourites: 214 [who?]
Views: 5,246 (3 today)
Downloads: 34 (0 today)

[x]

Arguing With A Mirror

by *WordOfChen, Jul 23, 2012, 8:10:24 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Humor / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Arguing With A Mirror:

Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?

Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...

Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity

Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!

And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed

What can I say, I'm an inconsistent freak, ain't that why we're talkin'?

Clearly your manners could use some work, you ought to be begging me!

Well sorry Johnny English, beggin' just ain't what I do y'know
Sides, let's get down to brass tacks here, you're me! If I book it, you book it

Do you believe you have some sort of hold over me?

Let's just call it a workin' business relationship alright?

And what makes you think I will help you without you apologising first?

Maybe the fact that you're just another part of me; lil' fragment of the soul

You are a moron. Indeed we are two parts of the same whole, but let's not forget
I am the one who writes the fantasy stories; I am the part of you that is creative
You are the one who works on the public front, you are the "real" us
However, when you start putting my ideas aside I'm afraid that our deal goes sour
Oh and by the way mister Chen, you left the stove on again

I freakin' hate you...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 23rd July 2012

Arguing With A Mirrorby *WordOfChen

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Humor / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

BREAK THE LIMIT! Faves Needed: 300

Want to know what the above line is about? Read my appeal: [link]

Author's Comment:

First of, I wanted to do something a little different and this DID NOT fit in with poetry, so it was definitely out of that category.

Anyway, how this piece came about was because someone asked me: 'Chen, what is it like inside your head'

I wanted to give him a better answer than a mad carnival and so I thought about it and decided to do a piece that relates to how I, ahem, get my inspiration sometimes.

Certainly it cannot be considered normal to debate with oneself in front of a mirror for 2 hours at a time, but at the end of the day it is what allows me to keep changing my style so to speak.

Mental compartmentalisation can have its benefits ^^

-Chen

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:
For my three dear prophets
Prophet

Prophet

love 4 4

joy 2 2

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~Shocker7776 Jan 26, 2013

Okay, I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who argues with a voice in their head. Yours seems much nicer than mine. Mine musts says stuff like "Your an idiot" and is not helpful at all. His only purpose is to stop me from getting a big head, really. Great work!

~LC85 Nov 28, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I'm starting to become more familiar with your works, but so far this one is my favorite

You did a great job personifying the two voices, I just think that's cool

. The weird thing is the Creative Entity sounds a LITTLE like Hannibal Lector

. And the ending was GOLDEN, putting the Physical Entity in his place and letting him know who really runs the show...and then rubbing it in about the stove

*WordOfChen Nov 29, 2012 Professional Writer

Haha, the creative entity is more of an english noblemen (reflecting my creative and slightly effeminate side) whilst the outer persona represents how I behave around friends or when having fun (despite being asian I can talk in a full blown ghetto accent due to the people whom I hung around with, not bad individuals just that talked that way xD). All in all it can make for some creative fun :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~MikaDiva Jul 28, 2012 Student Writer

This is awesome

~MikaDiva Jul 28, 2012 Student Writer

This is amazing

~taffee23 Jul 27, 2012

!his tpe of thing goes on in my head.. ALL. THE. TIME. Eventually I turn on music and those darn voices shush up anyway, I LOVED this peice of work, I could literally hear the voices one sounded like a creepy villian the other was a normal "hero" or the "real person." Plus I could tottally see it in my head! Awesome job!

~Furinto-Chi Jul 27, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

i hear you. this is almost like how it is inside my head.

~TwiUnderSeeker Jul 27, 2012

Awesome.

~o0SHeeP0o Jul 27, 2012

wow you're other side, i dont have one cuz its all SHEEEEEEEEEP as SHeeP

i remember there was a book, mask of sanity i never read it, but it did pop into my mind

anyway i am back from a terribly long break, exams

*Strudel--Cutie4427 Jul 26, 2012 Writer

XD British mirror reflection. Mine's a bit of a pervy jerk XD I should write something up like that with me talking to myself!

More from *WordOfChen

Featured in Groups:

Details

Statistics

Arguing With A Mirror

Arguing With A Mirrorby *WordOfChen

The Journal Portal

Polls

What is your preferred drawing software?

deviantART [dee·vee·un'nt·ART]

Keep in Touch!

Deviousness

Add Media

Style