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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

Shatter PointShatter Point:

Can you see
what all the world has-
Done to me
I've locked away my-
Sa-ni-ty
I wanna break
Huma-ni-ty
(Kiru oh!)

My shatter point, my shatter point
I'm up against the wall at my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling to me into the night
Their whispers drive me further up and away from the light!

Waste Away
Just fall again and-
break today
I want you down and you'll-
Fade away
Just stop breathing and-
Die today!
(Kiru oh!)

The shatter point, the shatter point
You know that you are up and against the wall
The shatter point, my shatter point
Leave me breaking against my shatter point

A thousand faces

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

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 pl

Just for LaughsJust for Laughs:

There once was a man named Blue
He was a gentleman living in a shoe
He decided to go out and have a drink of stout
but then he met a thug named Drew

Gimme yo' money b*tch!

Blue was taken aback by his manner of speech
where did this man learn to speak and screech?
For language is meant to be free as a bird
not harsh and cruel like his spoken word

You crazy man? I said gimme yo' money!

Now I say it good sir and I really do
must I teach you to rhyme and listen too?
Repeat after me and follow the beat
Bobby beat his best mate Pete

Look man, I dunno what you're smokin', but I said gimme the cash!

Here's a tongue tw

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

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 a six word storyThis is a six word story:

I just pretend to be profound

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

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

Arguing With A MirrorArguing 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

The Little SeedThe Little Seed:

Little seed floating
Dreaming that he may blossom
Drowned by the currents

-Chen Yuan Wen, Unofficial Release

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 Parody of RomanceA Parody of Romance:

Often I see a number of poets
Who speak of love as an ephemeral thing
An ethereal problem, that lasts for a moment
And yet it leaves a sting...

Boring! I say, there is no fun in that
I need to create a different feel
So let me offer you a parody, my love-sick friend
Of the love that you thought was real:

-switch accents here to a standard african american rapper-

See, the thing I love about a girl
Is when she got a booty shinin' like a blindin' pearl
All the flash gear she wearin' just accentuate
And her rack make all the girlies wanna hate

She sway into the club and now she drop it low
She got my pants in

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

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My face is hidden by a blackened mask,
As I am taken to stand before the crowd.
Ripped from my face and cast aside,
My features burn in the glaring sun...

"Who amongst you will defend this man?"
I hear a soldier call.
"None of us sir!" The crowd shrieks back,
As to my knees I fall.

"Shame him!" The soldier cries,
As they begin to pelt me with rotten fruits,
"Maim him!" the people scream,
As they kick at me with mailed boots...

I shudder and writhe beneath the torture,
Too pained to even scream in fear.
For this is the punishment that I deserve,
For shaming the honour that I hold dear.

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The falling petals,
Like the bitterest of rains,
Leaves me looking lost...

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They Told UsThey Told Us:

They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...

They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...

Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.

Writers, poets,
We're treated like third-rate artists.

Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...

But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!

They look only at themselves,
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Captain's Haiku

by *WordOfChen, Aug 26, 2012, 1:20:59 PM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Haiku & Eastern

Captain's Haiku:

Confident student
Studied hard the night before
Fails the first question

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Damn it, depression, die...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th August 2012, 12:11am (Still staring at question one)

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As ye may know, tha Captain be tryin' ta get through lots o' work from school an' today he wrote this as a joke xD I decided it'd be a good thin' t' post since it made me laugh so much xD

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~noorelven Sep 29, 2012

lol !!!

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~o0SHeeP0o Sep 13, 2012

skip to question 2! then get back to it

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~Widget101 Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

oh I hate it when that happens XD

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!ChocolateShortcake77 Aug 29, 2012

Happens all the time -facepalm-
But hey, at least we're not Death the Kid bad, right?

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~Mossstar10 Aug 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Isn't question one your name? That should be an easy one ;D!

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*WordOfChen Aug 28, 2012 Professional Writer

D: and I still couldn't answer it >_<

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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~Dark-Maestro Aug 27, 2012 Writer

Last line made me think that at least you didn't get stuck on writing your name neatly...

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*WordOfChen Aug 28, 2012 Professional Writer

I'm not quite Death the Kidd thankfully ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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~Dark-Maestro Aug 28, 2012 Writer

Thank goodness! ^^
How would you get anything done!?

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