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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
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
Literature
To some people.
To some people, it’s called breathing.
To me, it’s called inhaling poison,
Which drenches my lungs and sinks into my bones
And melts into my mind.
To some people, it’s called anxiety.
To me, it’s called an unbearable shakiness in my soul
The nervousness preventing my from ever escaping
This disease in my heart.
To some people, it’s called living.
To me, it’s called never being able to run away.
Never being able to truly go, truly leave.
To me, it’s called being caught in a nightmare,
While struggling to dream.
Chasing a mystery with no solution.
Escaping your own sanity to reach more sanity,
Freei
Literature
Who are you?
"A cat just died."
Optimist: " Cat's have nine lives! He'll be back by tomorrow."
Pessimist: " Oh poor kitty, its poor owner is going to be so sad; he won't have any friends anymore."
Realist: "The cat died... Lets bury it."
Sentimentalist: "The Cat just died! We should hold a funeral, and have flowers on its grave every day for a month and then once every month!"
Fatalist: "Okay, the cat died."
Opportunist: "We could trace the causes of death for research purposes."
Sadist: "Oooh! I can take the cat to my basement and do experiments on it! And make the kid who owned it witness
Literature
Black
I always wear the colour black
As it reflects my inner mood
Black is the absence of colour
Now I feel the absence of you
Black is my inert, withered heart
Immobilised since you’ve been gone
A vacuous hole of nothing
Lifeless, vapid and monochrome
Black is the frayed material
Of the grim reaper’s deathly cloak
So in the darkest evening sky
You would never see his approach
Black is the colour and the shade
Of the star speckled, moonlit sky
And the shadow which you once cast
In the early morning sunshine
Black is my weeping mascara
As down my face the tears will stream
From the little puddles of ink
My pupils nowhere to be seen
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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
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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
So what does yours say about you?
(P.S. don't forget to buy the audio for just 10 points using the PURCHASE button (right under the fave button) if you do so you get featured in my journal . Also if you fave this piece you go into the draw for a big feature [hint hint: see me journal])
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Alright mates,
Been another long break due to all this job searching stuff and quite frankly I've got more of that coming up next week, but this week is the last round of applications and therefore it'll be more about the interviews and such in the days to come. Hence I should have a little bit more time for writing, as and when I can at least ^^.
THAT SAID, TONIGHT I SHALL BE RELEASING SOMETHING NEW FOR ALL OF YOU! ORAAAA!
In addition to that this week, I'm hoping to release the first part of 'Live With Me', my first attempt at a sci-fi story. As well as a few poems I've written while being on the break.
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