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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
These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:

If my tears could tell a story of two -

What would they have to say about you?

Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking

And a girl who found it in the arms of another…

Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,

Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.

Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;

To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.

Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:

Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.

Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;

For her alone, these tears would come.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:

I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"

-

Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...

And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.

And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!

-

All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
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
Deceptive
Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:

Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-

When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!

But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-

Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!

Stop for
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...

I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...

Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself

Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all
Counting All the VoicesCounting 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
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:

Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...

With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.

"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"

I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...

I had to admit, I was ve
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
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
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:

If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.

I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.

I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.

It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain whit
BelovedBeloved:

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

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father:

The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.

A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.

I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors

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

Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!

Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -

Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood

Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hun
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:

Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?

Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.

As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.

A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.

These are the li
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Dark Sadistic Muse:

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Dark Sadistic Muse:

I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.

Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...

Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.

"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonder?" she asks with a grin.
Her expression reveals a pair of pointed canines,
Both framed by lips as seductive as sin.

"I'm sorry my lady", I whisper in reply.
The excuse tumbles slowly from a paralyzed tongue.
"I have had no inspiration you see;
No dreams with which I am able to write."

She laughs at this; cruel and cold,
Tossing me from her grasp with eyes of disdain.
She paces the room slowly, with a silent snarl,
Reminiscent of predator, stalking her prey...

"I think you forget, my dearest man,
That you and I have a rather hefty bargain."

I swallow as she speaks, my lips cracking
They turn dry as I mutter excuses and apologies;

"Of course I remember", I reply with a quaver;
Drawing on the tiny wellspring of courage within me.
I spit with a hint of defiance, "would I even be allowed to forget?"

With sudden violence, she hurls me to the ground.
Making stars explode before me, as I am pinned with a stiletto.

She looks down upon me and smiles -
Merciless even in her expression.
"What you have written thus far, 'poet',
Is but a gaunt pittance of what you originally owe me!

Forget not your benefactor and ensure that your hands keep moving.
Or else..." She leans in close; letting me taste her fragrance.
"Else I shall have to be chopping these off now."

And with that she was gone. Vanished from this world,
Leaving me cold and drenched in a pool of sweat.
I was panting for air; gasping as though asphyxiated.
Comfortably alone in this room of mine:

Yet still, frantically typing...

So tell me my friends, if of course you find yourself capable -
What does your muse tend to say about you?




-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st March 2012
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Some people say their muses are beautiful faeries of light.

Well mine is a freaky hell-bitch. I mean, I've kind of had it with sickly sweet or romantic muses. Mine reflects me, evil to the core =P

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Critique by ~xXMischievousChaosXx Mar 21, 2013, 10:49:37 PM
Wow, wonderful. I felt your muse and saw the scene where she comes in, tantalizes you with terror, reminds you of the due you must pay, and then disappears. You kept it nice and sweet, informative, and also showed the people a part of an author's torture.
You made us ask 'What are our muses like?' And soon, many people were able to place a face to their own muse. You brought a part of an author's process to life and light.
Splendid work, and I love your style in this poem.
I hope your muse won't take you away before your debt is repaid, and before you could write more insightful poems into the life of any painter/drawer/writer.
What do you think?
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Critique by ~Catbot158 Mar 21, 2013, 3:27:28 PM
There are days when you're sitting down, paper/laptop in front of you, hand/hands on your pen/keyboard, and all the world's ideas are ready to flow out and form beautifully-placed words of art. Other days, however, feel like a famine had blazed into your mind. Absolutely nothing there, not one drop of creativity. Which is why we look those our muses, the little voices in our head who speak our minds and ideas into eligible words. Yet they may not always be the nicest chaps you'll meet...
Chen's poem, Dark Sadistic Muse, is a frightening look into the psychic of one such writer (himself) as his own muse comes to life and shows the true meaning of "tortured artist". You can feel the tension right away as the "femme muse-le" approaches:
"Here I sit, staring at the blank document./The dark background mirroring the world behind me./ I swallow hard as my body locks;/Hairs tense as I sense her arrival..."
And when she arrives, the adjectives to describe her gave me enough shivers to last through two weeks:
"She laughs at this; cruel and cold,/Tossing me from her grasp with eyes of disdain/She paces around the room slowly, with a silent snarl,/Reminiscent of predator, stalking her prey..."
You can feel the evil with every word she speaks, and you can feel the terror of the poet; the one who is to give him inspiration makes him feel more blackmailed than anything. The dynamic between the two comes out violent, and you wonder what sort of deal he made that would allow the muse into his life. The final question he asks is frightening, because not only could this thing be real, but she could be yours as well.
Brr, I need some hot cocoa to warm up. It suddenly got freezing in my room. This latest poem by the Captain is quite bone-chilling, and you the reader might relate to it well. Well done, Captain, and keep writing!
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Mood: Wow! ~noorelven Apr 15, 2013
She has found a new pet :S and ignores me completely :S
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~StellaStarfish Apr 11, 2013  Student General Artist
Yes, yes, yes. Creativity can be a heartless bitch.
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~Starsister12 Mar 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is chilling and beautiful all at the same time. Sometimes a muse like this is exactly what we need...someone to kick us out of our comfortable excuses.
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~DompteurLoup Mar 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This actually inspired me to write a quick short poem of how I view my Muse. I'll have it up and link it to here so you can see what you inspired :)
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~DompteurLoup Mar 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Here it be Lad [link]
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=Azedarach Mar 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Geeze, your muse reminds me of my alter ego. She was my Muse's best friend...

My Muse is experiencing a period of extreme happiness because I'm going to write a horror book in which people die for April Camp 'WriMo... My Muse ate a lot of inspiration. She's fat now. *shame*

Still.... wow. Such memories of my alter ego... I miss her. :crying:
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~MeoAgcat Mar 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
My muse went to a long vacation and rarely come back to visit me.
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~BeautifulRainfalls Mar 24, 2013
I loved it and wish i could right like you can but we all have our special ways of writing. Your muse was felt with the words in which you used and i felt pure evil and sin but i absolutely love this write and all of your other writes. This one is amazing
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~ALlover29 Mar 24, 2013
I have two muses, if that is even possible. One of them is an innocent girl who is always nice and the other is a boy who has no respect for authority. He's always sneaking up on me then yelling in my ear, while the girl is shy and I can barely hear her. Is this normal? Wait, scratch that, I'm not normal :)
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~crysanthemum963 Mar 24, 2013
Brilliant imagery, Chen!
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