If you enjoyed this piece, please take a moment to fave it ^^Note: This poem is part of a series, the next one is here [link]If you'd like to view the second episode of WordofChen Live to hear my reading and singing style go here: [link] Author's Comment:
So my dear friends, THIS is the secret project I have been working on.
See, several people in the past have criticized my style of writing, saying that it would be better with proper punctuation. I fully agree with that, but my writing style is also designed to be simple so even if I did use full punctuation there are few changes. However, it seems to satisfy the Edgar Allan Poe fans and that's alright with me :3 I decided to pick up his general punctuation format and I will probably do a parody on his work 'The Raven' in future, but for now, I want to tell you about this little series I've been working on.
This poem, as you can imagine, is the first in the Liquefaction series of poetry that will be released over the course of this week. It is an experiment in a more modern fictional style of poetry writing and also an experiment in having a story within a story.
The poem will tell a story obviously, but at the same time...notice some extra lines separated down the bottom? Doctor Cecil's story will be quite another matter so please look forward to me developing it...I think you'll get quite a kick out of this particular technique :3
Thank you all for reading and please look forward to more ^^
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates Other Poems by Me:
She's Not Your Toy
She's Not Your Toy:
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweeth
Sorry I'm A Man
Sorry I'm A Man:
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Where Angels Play
Where Angels Play:
A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?
How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
I am barely breathing...
The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...
The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering
Do I alone escape this and find my peace
Why I Hate My Life
Why I Hate My Life:Other Literature by Me:
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si