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Beaten Black and Blue:
Broken and bloodied on the inside;
My world is coloured in shades of black.
But I've never understood the reason
For why I've got these scars on my back...
Cigarette burns are nothing new to my body
I took a lash from the whip just yesterday.
Why are you staring at me with those eyes again;
Is there something you'd like to say?
I've never been told to speak a word of my pain
And so I learned that I shouldn't speak...
'You'd better not say a single thing to her!'
Maybe I'm just scared and weak...
I often run to a place that's far away;
It's just a little corner inside my mind.
I've tried to forget it again and again
But it comes back to me all the time...
These people think that they know me
But a smile is just a mask to hide.
This is the crime that I keep a secret
Because it's locked away inside...
You'll never be able to help me
So don't give me your pity and tears.
Just tell me that you won't do the same thing
Because that is the worst of my fears...
I'm already past the critical point
It can't be worse in hell.
But please don't make me live again
I'd rather miss the morning bell...
"I just want to stop seeing others like me..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th April 2012
Broken and bloodied on the inside;
My world is coloured in shades of black.
But I've never understood the reason
For why I've got these scars on my back...
Cigarette burns are nothing new to my body
I took a lash from the whip just yesterday.
Why are you staring at me with those eyes again;
Is there something you'd like to say?
I've never been told to speak a word of my pain
And so I learned that I shouldn't speak...
'You'd better not say a single thing to her!'
Maybe I'm just scared and weak...
I often run to a place that's far away;
It's just a little corner inside my mind.
I've tried to forget it again and again
But it comes back to me all the time...
These people think that they know me
But a smile is just a mask to hide.
This is the crime that I keep a secret
Because it's locked away inside...
You'll never be able to help me
So don't give me your pity and tears.
Just tell me that you won't do the same thing
Because that is the worst of my fears...
I'm already past the critical point
It can't be worse in hell.
But please don't make me live again
I'd rather miss the morning bell...
"I just want to stop seeing others like me..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th April 2012
Literature
History Is Never Made By Those Who Behave
We are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies
But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes
Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song
The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave
So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tame
Literature
Beyond The Horizon
We ran out of our homes
And our dream quelling streets
Until mud under foot
Had replaced the concrete
From suburb to city
On to the countryside
We were running away
But not trying to hide
The world was still spinning
Faster than we could move
Though our hearts were breaking
Our poets' words would sooth
We left a cloud grey town
And in time reached the sea
Our home for so long
Evolution tells me
To the deepest warm blue
From the coolest pitch black
Shackles fell with each stroke
With our dreams still intact
Surrounded by fishes
Guiding us from the deep
Every league of ascent
Reinforced our belief
That it's the world,
Literature
Only When I Write
The drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a t
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AUTHOR'S COMMENT:
Alright this is the official opening of Vile Society week and I hope you all enjoy yourselves.
As promised, Vile Society will deal with several topics designed to make society feel...VILE in general...
Do you know what this piece is talking about?
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
OTHER POEMS BY ME:
What You Can't Remember - [link]
Happy Memories - [link]
Terror of the Red World - [link]
A Viking Reborn - [link]
Fury of the Frost Giants - [link]
Journey to Valhalla - [link]
OTHER LITERATURE BY ME:
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1 - [link]
Alright this is the official opening of Vile Society week and I hope you all enjoy yourselves.
As promised, Vile Society will deal with several topics designed to make society feel...VILE in general...
Do you know what this piece is talking about?
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
OTHER POEMS BY ME:
What You Can't Remember - [link]
Happy Memories - [link]
Terror of the Red World - [link]
A Viking Reborn - [link]
Fury of the Frost Giants - [link]
Journey to Valhalla - [link]
OTHER LITERATURE BY ME:
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1 - [link]
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