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WinterfallWinterfall:

Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak

An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...

I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore

From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare

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

Where Angels PlayWhere Angels Play:

A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?

How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
If only
I am barely breathing...

The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...

The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering

Do I alone escape this and find my peace
wi

Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:

I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back

I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back

I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed

Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me thi

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

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

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

This is All About YouThis Is All About You:

Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book

Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look

So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare

I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care

She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task

Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask

She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud

She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud

She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz

But she smiles and goes on an

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

My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivance

FEARFEAR:

Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey

For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see

From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below

Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only

Deceptive

Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

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

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

Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:

It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness—
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood…

The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness—
A single pounce would end my life…

Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore—
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint…

What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a questio

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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

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.

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They Watch UsThey Watch Us:

Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.

I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...

I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.

The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.

And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012

A Special Happy BirthdayA Special Happy Birthday:

Your birthday is a special day,
It comes but once a year.
And so I've made this little poem
For those that I hold dear.

You've lived and grown another year
And now you've come of age.
It is time for you to show yourself
Upon this worldly stage.

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Some are sportsmen throwing hoops.
Some are writers, some are bad,
Some might be the best we've had

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A gamer might use some mighty hacks;
There is a plethora of choices for you,
So do what in your heart is true.

But for today let us just have fun
Rock the world and then be done.
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Sensual TortureSensual Torture:

You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...

Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...

Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...

Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
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A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.

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Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.

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Can I Cut Yet?

by *WordOfChen, Aug 29, 2012, 8:02:24 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Can I Cut Yet?:

Hey, Hey Sadako
Hey...
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?
This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I won't cut her

Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!
I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I'll wait till I get home

HEY, HEY SADAKO!
My whole body is trembling, my hands are in shakes
The world is spinning and I'm sweating out cold
The box-cutter is in my hands and I hold it up high
I want to cut something, I want to cut something up so bad!
HEY HEY! CAN I CUT THIS, CAN I CUT THIS LUMP OF FLESH?
WHAT ABOUT MY CHEEKS, MY HANDS, CAN I CUT THOSE TOO?
Sadako stares as though I'm crazy mad
but I'm not bad, I'm not bad
She looks at me with pity and takes my cutter from me
She puts it in a place where I cannot see...

It's always the same, she's always there
she always looks like I've made her sad
Hey, Hey Sadako...
Why are you so sad?
is it because I didn't cut anything today?
I see, okay, I'll cut something tomorrow then
and maybe then, then...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 29th August 2012

Can I Cut Yet?by *WordOfChen

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Author's Comment:

Recently, I've seen a lot of poetry that deals with emotional issues and self-harm. However, it seems to focus only on a particular angle of self-harm, that is to say, those that do it out of frustration and sorrow.

Yet, self-harm also exists in the form of mental instability. An addiction to pain and a distortion from reality, usually reflected in schizophrenia which can create both auditory and visual hallucinations.

In this case I chose to narrate from the point of someone who is obviously blending into society on the surface (because he'd just be seen as a weird kid) but on the inside is very disturbed.

Sadako is a mental representation of his own self-restraint, his sane self and her name is a contrast with the J-Horror entity.

In any case, I wanted to use this piece as an experiment for my new idea and to test out what happens when I break away from the usual four line format.

Enjoy ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

P.S. Just before anyone raises the grammar and punctuation thing, I've heard it all before. I chose the particular grammar style to use the written word to its fullest form. Capitals, bold, italics, it's all a tool like different colours made to create a painting ^^

Other Poems by Me:

Overcome your Writer's Block Overcome your Writer's Block:

If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain

When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...

Oh well...

Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?

There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant a

Critique by *PuzzledHeartBox Nov 6, 2012, 2:46:16 AM

Where do I start?

First off, there isn’t really a steady flow nor a strict rhyme scheme.. but as we all know a steady fixed rhyme scheme isn’t always needed. Alas the flow however didn’t really do it for me.

You are somehow idolizing cutting/self-mutilation it sounds much like a psychopath and less than an actually person who is suffering and cuts for that reason, but more as if the person is a sadomasochist. Not sure if you tried to take the theme out of its dark and dreadful setting and create something humorous with it. But it didn’t really convey that way.
Though you've kind of nailed a disturbing side of the individual.

To me it sounded much more like ignorance, the fact you didn’t look at it hard enough, you did however portray the addiction, the love and need for it. So I’ll give you points for that.

All by all it’s a decent work, though I would have enjoyed a more steady flow and a bigger/better displayed context.

What do you think?

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Critique by ~MrFancyDreams Aug 29, 2012, 7:08:31 PM

I first must say I truly enjoyed this piece. As you mentioned in your comments, many people don't see self harm from this angle, and I loved your depiction of this. However, I do have to admit I did get confused when I first read this piece.
In the first stanza, I believed this was indeed the inner thoughts of one person, but towards the end that changed. In a way I can say that's brilliant. The fact that you could make such stark personality clashes in one person. Though, I would have enjoyed it more if maybe there were a bit more hints thrown about that this person was indeed just thinking to themself, that this was all just ONE person. But I did enjoy the mystery of not fully knowing if this was two people or not. Part of the fun is always in guessing I guess XD.
I would have also liked a more in depth look at this 'character'. Like, what other quirks and challenges does this person have to deal with? Does this inner, crazier personality realize what's happening in the out side world nd how her actions affect it, or just what's going on with Sadako? Do they find other ways to release their anger when not able to cut(like how they crumbled the paper)?...I really wanted to know this, because what you gave was so enticing, I wanted to know more.
But, amongst all of this, I have to praise you on how you ended the peice. It definetly brought the message home. It felt like the ending of a criminal minds' episode, where you believe the killer is gone for good, only to realize they're still just as crazy, lethal, and able to kill again. It left a sense of foreboding and yet excitement, and I truly enjoyed that. I must say I'm sorry for rambling on like this, but this piece was so different from others I've read, that I had to critique it. I hope you make many more wonderful pieces like this in the future.

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~Rovelae Jan 24, 2013

Chilling! I really like the delusional main character and double personalities.

*WordOfChen Jan 25, 2013 Professional Writer

Uhuhuhu, thank you for enjoying my work dear friend ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

~lolnyny Nov 11, 2012

OMG, because of you I have evn more favorite!!! You're amazing!

~noorelven Oct 6, 2012

Almost like Dexter and Debra Morgan!

!LivingInMyThoughts Sep 3, 2012

... wow. That's a scary thought. Its almost... shocking. And no matter how many times I read it, I have the same reaction as the first time. I guess that's kind of a good thing...? I guess, really, this is a terrific poem, in a morbid way.

~NinjAPixiEX3 Sep 3, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Wow that was really good. very interesting.

~Dawnfad Sep 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

xD i fave your work to much but your soooo good at what you do and i can kinda relate in some sense with this ._.

~simonpark81 Sep 2, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

here!
sorry to be a stuttering nancy about this, but could you resubmit to mature works folder?
though im totally into freedom of speech i have to keep to the rules too, and this is not appropriate for little ones to be reading. all the best, hope you're well my friend.

*IRideAMagicalLadle Sep 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You really do have a way with words! This is a very inetresting angle you took on the self-harm issue, you had my skin crawling and covered with goose bumps by the 3rd line!

~Copperfrost Sep 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Hmm. Interestingly morbid XD

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