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Memories of WarMemories of War:

What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...

A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?

Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...

And the world will soon forget.

Fill my heart with this regret?

For the victims written in stone.

Unspoken sin you now atone...

Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:

Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.

Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...

Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...

Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:

I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.

I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.

Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -

One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.

Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.

Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.

An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;

Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...

No matter the years that pass me by,

It seems I am forever trapped.

For when it comes to deceiving myself,

I'm afraid I'm rather apt.

In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...

A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.

And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.

I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.

- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:

We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.

But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.

I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.

And that's all it
Player versus PlayerPlayer versus Player:

Elemental artisttry, as lightning weaves through the air.
I see the bloodthirst in his eyes, the hunger for victory.
A demand to be recognised, yet soon to be silenced;
Perfect and perfunctory - my opponent made defunct...

As I stand above this dying creature;
The flicker of life soon fading from their eyes.
I smile and whisper a word of parting,
For the fool who fell where he lies.

-Unfinished piece by Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...

These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,

I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...

As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,

I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.

Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,

Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.

From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,

Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
UndyingUndying:

How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!

The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!

You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.

You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put
Remember Your DuesRemember Your Dues:

You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.

Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.

But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.

You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.

But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!

But its too late for apologies;
The
BelovedBeloved:

Perfectly pleasant
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Deceptive
Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:

To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...

Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:

A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...

Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.

Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:

Evil is but a blooming flower,
Alluring, captivating.
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.

To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Can you?

Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...

Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.

I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rup
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:

Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.

The coldest December,
Can you still remember?

Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!

Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.

Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.

The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!

Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold

-

Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.

Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.

Bu
War TuneWar Tune:

I've got another beat for all my hard gamers,
Rockin' in 'Bloodfall', rank hall of famer.
Arena top ten, I'm the mage known as Ryda,
Got a femmie avatar; cute little strider.

You better come with me, if you want to live.
I'm roastin' up a storm with the fire that I give.
Meteor crash, I'm the king of all the stunners,
You better think twice if you're the knight or a gunner.

And if you talk big all them haters give you crap;
They cryin' on the field cause I bag 'em in the sack.
I'm sorry that you paid, but I went and broke your back.
Cash shop wings; I'll just rip em in a stack.

Cause even if you shellin' out dough to be the best
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Bullies in the HallBullies in the Hall:

Bullies in the hall,
They're really big and tall.
I'm just so afraid to fall...

How I wish,
That I could be,
Free from all this misery...
(Yeah-)

Let me change it up, so you know it's a rap.
I'm really sick and tired, of this bullshit and crap!

I know you've got a taste, for my fear and my pain...
How many times have I cried these tears in the rain!

I speak from words of wisdom, I know it's hard to focus.
When the world is bearing down, like a plague of angry locusts,

You sit, you pray, hoping for a better today,
Tomorrow is another day, 'Save me!' I hear you say.

I've had enough of people that are kickin'
The Walk of Utter ShameThe Walk of Utter Shame:

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.

In anger, in ra
Heartless BlossomsHeartless Blossoms:

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

-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th February 2012
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,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at
My Eternal CurseMy Eternal Curse:

Since the time I was awakened,
From the dawn I lived and breathed.
I have always walked alone,
For I carry a dark disease.

No matter where I go,
No matter where I'm born.
Always it will reveal itself,
Always I am torn.

The moon will shine from cloudless heavens,
And soon the change will take it's place.
My fangs will grow and fur will sprout,
It is my deep and dark disgrace...

Silverback, they called me,
Bane of men and beast alike.
Knights and templar, each and all,
Sought to have me on a pike.

I've killed so many countless men,
They are faceless in my waking dreams.
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Counting All the Voices

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Counting All The Voices:

How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.

       As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.

I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.

       But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!

Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept

       That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...
 



Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/




-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013
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Aye maties,

Just thought I'd have a little mid-day fun with mental instability. Not exactly the best time for a release but MEH! I thought this was quite funny :3

A big thank you to all who favourited my previous work 'Undying', I'll have the thank you journal done shortly :3

Also, totally unrelated, but my new book '50 Little Glasses' is in progress, support me by buying stuff O3O do eeet naaao.

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

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Mood: Wow! ~noorelven Apr 15, 2013
Dexter-esque :P
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Mood: Love ~SamiKitty14 Mar 16, 2013
amazing as usual ^o^
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*WordOfChen Mar 21, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you kindly for enjoying this piece :3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~SamiKitty14 Mar 22, 2013
Welcomez ^-^
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~Silent-Assassin21 Mar 1, 2013
I love it.
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*WordOfChen Mar 1, 2013  Professional Writer
My deepest thanks friend, something darker coming out tonight. Hope you'll all enjoy it ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~kalic00 Feb 15, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
i didn't see the point at first, but then i read the stashing bodies line, and re-read it, and i was thinking "god, the captain is freaking crazy in an amazing way"
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*WordOfChen Feb 15, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you for enjoying it, I just had a flash of inspiration for tomorrow's release. It should be quite nice ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~GlassMuses Feb 9, 2013
This is kinda random, but the voice in my head reading this to me... well, it was singing. It didn't say why.
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*WordOfChen Feb 15, 2013  Professional Writer
Well I'm glad it liked it ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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