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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

In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel

Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:

Are you feeling cold in here, lost perhaps
It makes me wonder if you can even hear me
Has your mind degraded into a lump of fat
Broken by what you've been forced to endure?

As I stroke your cheeks it makes me remember
The loving shrillness of your frightened shrieks
You screamed and screamed until your throat was bloody
As I slowly took your limbs from you...

Now you dangle helpless on wires and chains
An artistic puppet, which is made from flesh
No hands or feet to lash out violently
No arms or muscles to thrash...

The breath that rasps from your broken lips
Is the sound that tells me, you are still alive
But

She Waits For MeShe Waits For Me:

Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom

The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity

Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee

Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!

But tonight I shall end t

Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:

Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'

And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'

A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'

How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na

A Navigator's TreasureA Navigator's Treasure:

For she who watches the tides of the sea
For she who guides the weary ship.
There is no greater treasure for her
Than a scroll of an ancient writ...

This artifact that we did find
Was stolen from a dragon's behind
Plucked it out from the creature's rear
whilst it nestled the egg that it held dear

So gold and fine was this glorious egg
That soon my mind began to renege
It was filled with thoughts of gold and riches
So tangible that I nearly pissed me britches

Me accent soon began to change
I thought like a thug who was most deranged
Gamblin' at tables would be might fine
With an egg of such a rich design

Living a LieLiving a Lie:

I feel like I've awakened from a comatose state
And the world has gone on without me.
I stretch my legs and take a walk outside
And for the very first time I see:

A strange kind of beauty, that is utterly alluring
It calls out to my spirit with the gentlest of cries.
I'm afraid to admit, for it was rather unmanly,
That I left with tears in my eyes...

I can't imagine how I could have forgotten
The very way that I used to walk...
I remember now my habitual actions
And I've even learned to talk!

"Arrr me hearties, good day to ya all
It be a fine day ta sail on tha sea
And if we find a plethora o' treasure;
Then yer

Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:

They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...

"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"

It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...

They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small fo

The Tomb of KhaineThe Tomb of Khaine:

The moans of the shambling horde could be heard
As zombies burst from the depths of the tomb
The Pirates were trapped within the mausoleum;
Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...

It spawned a horror with each contraction
A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
Carved with the edge of a pus-dripping knife

As more of the beasts spewed forth from the depths
The Captain called for a spark of light
As Haze scattered the explosive dust
A match was thrown to make it ignite

Boom! it exploded with a shock of force
As the Pirates were thrown to the dirty floor
They cleared the spac

VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastes
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.

But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie

MotherMother:

The last time that I saw you, I left with bitter words
I never knew how much the things, I said to you would hurt.
And I never wanted to see you; so I tried to shut you out
But a Mother is the one thing that I cannot live without...

I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...

I never knew that things would be this way...

The first memory I have, is when you used to hold my hand
You taught me how to be a man but I threw it in your face
Still you forgave me and still you believed
But I took your faith and broke it up, like golden autumn leaves...
wh

They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:

There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...

On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.

It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...

These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl

Hey BroHey Bro:

Hey Bro...
It's been awhile since I've come by
I guess that's my bad this time
A lot of stuff has changed recently
And I kind of wish that you could see it all

I've got a girlfriend now, she's sweet and caring
I remember when you used to joke that I'd never get one
It always used to make me so mad...
Did you know, she's got green eyes. My favourite colour
She makes great food and I really wish she could have met you

Diablo three finally came out and I know we were waiting for that one
You always used to promise that we'd play it together sometime
But I know that it's impossible with the way things are...
I thought a lot

An Epic LegendAn Epic Legend:

The skies turned bloody, as the smell of death wafted through the air;
Those yet to be consumed by the madness, stood dumbfounded in the streets
They stared at the sky and into the glimmering eye of Tashorak
Who in the moments of his birth, consumed the stars that surrounded him

The Moon was all that stood in his way, for she would not let her people die
Yet though she fought with all of her might, she too was eventually consumed...
The Sun watched helpless, for he was powerless during the Eternal Night
Yet though he could not act directly; he could send others to act in his stead

The first was an Elf, Auroch Vasira,

Breaking FreeBreaking Free:

I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm

As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!

An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...

And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled exc

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Dependent on the White Pill

by *WordOfChen, Jun 21, 2012, 7:43:40 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Dependent on a White Pill:

Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?

Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'

For the first young years of my life however, I knew I was truly happy...
I learned because I wanted to and it seemed to please my Pappy
But as I grew, I learned of truth; a dark and dirty little secret
That I was merely an average student, 'NO!' my mother bleated.

Like a sheep that could not bear the thought she forced me into books and paper
I was made to learn from many tutors and my life dissolved into a empty vapor...
Friends were something nonexistent; at school I could not hear a thing
The latest items sounded alien and it hit me like sting!

I could not relate to anyone and I didn't want to at all
I found that they were all beneath me and so I built a wall
But then the shaking came at night and soon I couldn't stop
I tried every medicine that I knew but again it was all for naught!

In the end I turned to a special salvation, a little white taste of material 'Heaven'
It was a pill from a nameless bottle; The first in a set of seven...

Soon I began to feel as though I could achieve anything that I sought to do
My mind was focused for the first time in years and it was then and there I knew!
These pills were the solution to my ugly problem and with them I was complete
By consuming them each and every morning; I sailed upon my feet!

The day was a sparkle of vibrant colour and I was confident in any circumstance
No matter what the question or the problem; it crumbled away like an avalanche
I was happy now, as though a hole was filled and my heart it held an eager beat
But as the days wore on, I found that the joy was simply getting weak...

A single pill would do nothing for me and so I started to take one more
Before I knew it, I was eating three! Or maybe it was four?
I tried to stop so many times, but what you would know of my horrid life?
It is either I choose to take the pill or take to the blade of knife!

In the end you will tell me the very same thing, that this is harmful my body
You'll tell me that I should make some friends and go out and find a hobby...
But the truth in the world is never so simple, so shut your mouth and sit in silence!
I would rather swallow more than twenty pills, than resort to personal violence...

"I'm sorry Mother, but I'm just not your 'good' boy anymore..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st June 2012

Dependent on the White Pillby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

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Ladies and gentlemen,

This is the first official release for 'Real Week'. It is a clear Water-style poem and I wanted to demonstrate the technique of rhyme.

Why did I choose it? Simply because the disordered mind is actually the most organised. Most of the time the patients that suffer from drug dependency can be lucid and rational (about certain matters) especially if they are habitual users and believe themselves to be capable of controlling their own in-take.

The key is to address the underlying problem. As demonstrated in the poem above, the problem stemmed from the pressure that the narrator's parents put him under. The resolution would be to deal with that first and then wean him off the drug. Sadly, school counsellors are often ill-equipped to deal with such matters.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

Critique by ~sugarbabbie Jun 22, 2012, 5:28:17 PM

Hi there, so first of all, I would like to say good job. This is a really great piece of work. I sunk into it and just wanted more. I thought it was very descriptive and all, but one thing that bothered me was that you don't explain where this person is and what they are doing and it's mostly back story. I mean, don't get me wrong I do this all the time and end up editing it lots, but I would rally think about explaining where this character is and then tell the back story of this persons life in between.

Other than that it was really great! Nice job

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Critique by *Forgotten-Reaper Jun 21, 2012, 7:51:23 AM

It reminds me of that film with Robert DeNiro and the guy out of the Hangover... Limitless, that's it.
I love it, you've managed to rhyme it all smoothly and perfectly, (ONE couplet you didn't the naught and spot.) even with the elipse, it adds to the structure due to the fact you do it in every stanza. The fact that you sometimes change the ellipsed lines around however, is a little strange, but as it's free verse I'll let it go. And sorry, but, it hit myelike sting? I don't understand that... Should that be "It hit me like a sting"?

I could imagine all of this, and the imagery was perfect, you could also feel how depressed and sad they were in the first stanzas, and then how it progressed through his life as he's thinking about it.

The impact, however, is perfect. You can imagine the entire thing, and you can feel the entire way through exactly what they're feeling, it's like being taken on a trip through this person's life as they narrate it, lain on the bed.

And not many people actually address these problems in our society, especially not in poetry, so it's a very original idea portrayed in a very good way, so well done.

All in all, a very good piece Mr.Chen.

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~BlueDarkAngelWings Jul 5, 2012

Wow this is amazing.

~forevermone Jun 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow, this is quite the poem. I love the rhyming pattern and can relate to the subject matter since I have a lot of family members with mental issues and/or addictions. I do believe that you did an excellent job of being realistic and true. Well done!

~Manigran Jun 23, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

So powerful. You made me tremble at the end.

~TwiUnderSeeker Jun 23, 2012

Great Job.

~Writer84 Jun 23, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Wow powerful piece of writing I know I struggled with popping pain killers in high school now of course i never went through counseling or anything just finally said to myself enough is enough. Way to tackle the issue in an inventive way

~iGeekCharming Jun 22, 2012 Student Writer

The cutting edge truth to this piece, is exhilarating.
It makes me a apreciate the things I usually don't.
Thnx man

~o0maray0o Jun 22, 2012

Hey, it's like you suffered something like this, not only done research, you conveyed the feelings so well! congrats

~RushAndRuleIt Jun 22, 2012

The first part, with the combo of insecurity and the paradoxical sense of superiority, is certainly relatable. The part with the pills reminds me of the blue pill in The Matrix, in which reality is foregone in favor of short-term personal comfort. It was an interesting poem, even though I almost didn't read it because having a misspelled word right in the title makes it look like it wasn't important enough to the author to proofread. Also, "nonexistent" is misspelled.

*WordOfChen Jun 22, 2012 Professional Writer

Thanks for picking up the errors.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~K11Paws Jun 21, 2012

I like that you write with a purpose and not quite just what comes to mind. Your reasoning is incredible to see.

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