Things I Do When I Feel Down :cThere are times in our lives,
When we hit the all time low.
When the second-hand serenades no longer cut it,
And when simply 'letting it burn' no longer works for us.
We roll upon our beds like a roly-poly collection of rolltastic things;
And we lay face up toward the ceiling, slaying monsters on our portable consoles.
But that my friends is when inspiration strikes!
That is the moment when I rise up from the covers,
When I take a marker pen in my hand and use it as a microphone.
When my neighbours wonder what the bloody hell is going on,
Because I've started singing songs by Nightwish.
And when I get bored of that, IRON SAVIOUR,
Heavy Metal never dies!
Marylin Manson, The Beautiful People.
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Your Guardian Angel.
Because truly when I see you smile,
Though tears may not run down my face,
I would never in this world replace:
The feeling of a success, and the smile it might brings
When I entertain you, with the way I sing.
And if you've gotten
Chenbeard the PirateChapter 1:
I remember waking up, with the distinct metallic taste of blood swilling about my teeth. I spat a red glob of the stuff onto the stone floor and tried very hard, through the pounding of my skull, to determine why I had been left in such a poor state of affairs. Most of my memories had been jumbled up, no doubt by the violence inflicted upon me prior to my arrival. My thoughts were a nonsensical sequence of colors and sounds--most of which made no sense. I could recall several important bits and pieces though: a voice, one that was calling out for me and a warm hand, reaching toward the distance. Was that hand mine? I wondered, as the memory faded away. How exactly had I come to arrive in this place, that alone was food for thought.
My internal rumination however was soon broken by the sound of a rusted metallic gate, screeching it's lungs out as it attempted to open the way. I could not see the whining mechanism, but I could tell that it was defin
Living With A LieYou sit there shaking; emotionally frozen.
You check the time on your watch, despite knowing it already.
The ever-present numbness, the cold feeling which clutches at your soul;
That is what you feel upon the dawn of the lie.
To know its nature, to know its being;
To have it spill upon your awareness.
What words would surmise such a bitter feeling:
Perhaps the use of dejection, p
Thoughts of YouI wonder how many days I spent dreaming,
Of all the things I could never say.
And just when I'd written it all in a letter.
You showed up smiling in front me.
And all of a sudden, the letter didn't matter anymore... (^_^)
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 4SANGUINE
A tale of vampires, twists and delusions, by Chen Yuan Wen
Chapter 1: The Smiling Devil
Release Three: Pages 10 14
Lina pushed aside the proffered pastry and she felt her mood beginning to sour. It was as though her emotions had begun flowing in reverse and she began to grow angry. What am I doing talking politely with a demon, she wondered to herself. "I'm tired of your games Sanguinus, we should be fighting! You are a demon and I am a Paladin of the White Lady. Even for us to be engaging in conversation is heresy and so we must do battle. Draw your weapon and face me!" She hefted her hammer into a combat stance, as if to emphasize the point.
Sanguinus put his hands up and shrugged in an almost bored fashion, "I haven't a weapon to draw milady and if your honour would be so sullied by attacking an unarmed opponent who is not even interested in battle; then it would seem that you
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 his servant and relieve me of this pain...
Yet, my prayers go unheard
Here I lie, slowly fading
slowly drifting into the grey ocean
as the voice that commands me utters my fate:
"Pikachu, use Thunderbolt NOW!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, Experimental Release
The Righteous Are LiarsThe Righteous Are Liars:
I find it funny, at times,
In this reality, of mine.
When the heroes fall and demons rise.
In the fight for freedom, filled with lies.
But such is the nature of the templar divine.
With righteous chains, they'll keep us in line.
Afraid to face the true demon he fears.
He'll punishes the public, for their rightful jeers.
And thus ends the "hero's" tale...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2013
What's Left Behind...Some days I find myself staggering from this hovel;
To stand with shaking legs upon the window ledge.
I look down at the tiny world below, wind rushing before me;
And I wonder if I'll be able to fly tonight...
The caress of the wind, so gentle upon my skin.
One step, one leap and I'd dip myself into the eye of the storm.
But just before my courage sends me;
Just before I take the final plunge.
I find myself looking back, at the world I'd leave behind...
Stacks of paper and a pot of ink,
Reams of stories too precious to burn.
Ideas and fears both rolled into one;
And pages of poetry left undone...
It always leaves me smiling...
For these were the treasures so close to my heart.
They are the wealth of my mind; my soul, my art.
And I could never ever leave them be,
Where another might burn them, without thinking of me...
"Apologies father, I cannot join you yet:
For in this world, a treasure still exists.
A treasure tha
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 5SANGUINE
A tale of vampires, twists and delusions, by Chen Yuan Wen
Chapter 1: The Smiling Devil
Release Five: Pages 14 - 17
Sanguinus seemed to size up the creature that was in possession of Lina's body. He considered its experience, its possible choices of action and most importantly its weaknesses. For the time being, the creature looked to be competent with the war hammer, at least to the degree of Lina's natural skill. Sanguinus had no doubt that it would have absorbed her knowledge, but the key to his victory lay in the extent to which the creature was able to use the knowledge it had usurped. Sanguinus intended to test this immediately and in an expression of his excitement he flashed a wide grin toward the creature, showing off his razor sharp canine teeth. "Shall we enjoy this dance then?" he smiled, before letting out a cry of power and leaping high into the air. "Huah!"
The creature smirke
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
Cold RazorsCold Razors:
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
This is for the UnderdogYou know what it's like,
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!
Without the IndividualWithout the Individual
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
My hands move.
I push ahead of me.
The lid starts to move.
The nails loosen, and it yields.
I open the portal, to daylight, to freedom.
My cage, my coffin, now opened, I stand.
I climb out from my lonely tomb
Wiping the dirt off of my shoulder
I feel the sun give glorious grace
Rebirth, resurrection, rapturous rising
Destiny Ill meet.
I am dead no longer.
By my heart I live my life anew.
Most Confusing Sentence EverIm not saying were in danger, he said. Im just explicitly not saying that it wouldnt be wise not to worry about whether somebody did or did not do what they said they didnt did. Do. Can I start over?
Still Holding OnAt the time everything seems perfect,
Every little detail is what one could predict.
Messages sent straight from the heart,
Everything running from the start.
Remember our past laughters? Remember our past tears?
Those little things I will remember every year.
I remember when we first met,
If you dont believe me, how much do you want to bet?
They say to keep on walking and leave behind your past,
But how can I leave it behind for when I remember the times when I had a blast?
You are what I remember, you are in my memories.
When I have my own children I will tell them our stories.
I will tell them how we all met, how we all became friends.
How we were and still are pervs till the end.
We were the crazy group the crazy people how we had fun
We were the psychos, the new comers in the year, the freshmen.
We each had our own talent,
I enjoyed every second of the shows, every moment.
You know, the past is something we cannot change,
No matter how much we might h
Rainey: Spark of Insanity 1Rainey: Spark of Insanity
Fate is never as clear-cut as we are led to believe. In the realm of our imagination, good must always prevail over evil. The villains of fiction are never successful, and justice always reigns supreme. That is one of the undeniable truths that we are taught through fiction, and because of this, we grow up with ideas of balance and equality in the world. Ultimately, we are left unprepared for the harsh reality of our own existence.
Our own belief of goodness and happiness send us down the path to failure and destruction. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.
My name is Doctor John Lewis Rainey, and I am a victim of Fate.
I had a dream once, to become a doctor and cure all of the worlds illnesses. My younger sister and I had put our lives into accomplishing this task. We found hope in Iris City, the town where we had planned to become doctors togethe
FascinationSwirling through memory like an autumn leaf on a careless breeze, forever fluttering just beyond reach, is the girl with the skin of moonlight and fiery ember eyes. An unconscious temptress in silk soft motion, an enchantress draped in dusky promise, she teases and tempts without ever realizing her own allure.
Try to fight her as you might, to banish the memory of her and salvage your fracturing thoughts Her downy skin, her gossamer laugh, her sweet scent all hang around the borders of your mind, secreted out of sight until you believe yourself safe from her charms.
Foolish mark! Know you not of the many calls of a Siren?
She will catch you in unguarded moments, insinuating into your dreams, intimating delights unknown without promising a single one. Silly sap, follow her deeper and deeper, willingly surrender to her wiles.
She is smoke on the wind. She is the willow-the-wisp followed into the wilderness to no remuneration. She is the echo called to in hopes of hearing answ
A Lesson in TrustTRUST
This story is one deep rooted in trust,
An important tool that we must
Utilize to save our life
While in the darkness and in strife.
Now a boy was asleep deep in the night
When he awoke with such a fright,
To see a monster in the shade
A sudden appearance that it made.
He looked at it and he could see
A form of fearful symmetry,
And as it crept into the light
Its body shaped with vicious might,
It opened it's mouth and said with glee
Come over here and play with me!
No harm will ever come in here,
Only fun and games and wonderful cheer!
The boy looked at him and sat up in bed.
But he thought about it, and he said,
Why should I trust you, I cant see
Any reason I should be
Believing of your wicked lie,
Should I move now, I might die!
No, no, no, the monster said with alarm
Youve got me wrong, I mean no harm!
Happiness I offer you
Harm is not what I like to do!
So trust me now, and leave your bed,
And see your reason, like you sa