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As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:

As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.

The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.

Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars

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

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

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 Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:

A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:

As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!

Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed

Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...

But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
Th

You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:

When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...

But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance

It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...

Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to retu

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

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

The Simple DelightsThe Simple Delights:

The world is a place of simple pleasures
of the simple delights that we fail to see
Like a rose whose thorns will prick unwary
we focus on the negatives that be

But if we chose to hold the rose
Gentle and with grace
Its thorns would simply press our skin
Not pain or poison laced

If we could learn the simple lessons
of looking at all the good things in life
Then food would be the only object
to meet the edge of my knife

I see so many different ways
to enjoy the life that I have today
I could go to the store and buy a snack
A treat for me I say

Perhaps I'll choose to walk the distance
or maybe I'll take th

Battle ScarsBattle Scars:

Sharp claws rake into my skin
as my blood bursts forth to splatter against the ground
The uneven breathing of my foe
tells me that he too is wounded and close to death

I can see his teeth, flecked with frothing saliva
foaming and spitting as he bellows his name
He charges into me, his frame crashing with mine
the impact has me reeling and I fall back against the stone

The ground feels cold
the icy chill seeping into my bones
the warmth of my blood escapes me
and I can feel myself beginning to fade

Up toward the sky I glance
praying that I might receive assistance
I pray that he who commands me, he who stands above
Will pity

Sweet Little AngelsSweet Little Angels:

You always loved them and cared for them deeply
They were the joy of your life and you held them close.
Until one day, sadly, they were taken from you
and your heart was torn by the pain and grief...

But remember always, that they will watch over you
though you might not feel them presently

You can hear their whispers when the wind is blowing
and you can feel their warmth on the lonely nights

They will always remain in your memories
For that is where you keep a part of them
A loving part that will never fade

Therefore, do not think of them as being 'gone'
Instead take heart in the fact that they are waiting

The Enemy WithinThe Enemy Within:

I have nothing that I can give
Cause I was never taught to live
How do I know what is pain?
I disappear into the rain

Carry me on angel's arms
Don't let me ever come to harm
The blade will cut into my skin
I face the enemy within...

And I feel him, and I feel him cry
And I feel him, and I feel him cry

Dear Enemy
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Dear Enemy...

Suddenly the lights go out
I open up and try to shout
Gasping out my final cry
Is this how I'm meant to die?

Lead me home once again
Let me face this world and then-
I will try to get control
Won't let this fee

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

Deceptive

Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

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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

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

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

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,

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

Dark Sadistic Muse: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 won

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Hey Bro

by *WordOfChen, Jun 18, 2012, 8:08:00 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Hey 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 about getting the game, walked into the store even
I tried picking it up, but my hands just kept shaking
I ended up leaving without buying anything...

You know, I still have all of our old stuff...
Your dice, your miniatures, your Paladin character sheet
It's even got that little stain in the corner, the big yellow one
I remember how pissed you got after you put it there
And I'm pretty sure you're the only guy who tries to erase Dorito stains!

Ha, I'm laughing now. Remembering all that stuff
Yet at the same time, I always feel like crying...
Did you know, you taught me a lot about being a good man
You would always pick the tank or the healer in our games
And when I asked you why you did that, you said this:
"Those who are strong stand in front, so others don't have to."

Those words of yours, I still carry them with me today...
I thought about getting it tattoo'd sometime, but mom would explode
Y'know, your buddies told me all about what you did
And sometimes, it just makes me want to smack you...
I want to hit you, because you're hardheaded and brave
I want to hit you, for being the bravest fool in the world
But I'm also proud of you, because no man could ever do what you did.

And when they ask me about your story, when they ask about you
I can say that when they had my brother's back against the wall
He didn't hide and he didn't run. He found some cover and fought for his friend
He stood against the enemy, outnumbered and outgunned, but he gave it his all
Because when they shot your buddy in the leg, you knew you had bring him home.
And so you stood your ground and emptied every single mag they handed to you
You picked the enemy off, one by one, by staying calm and using your head
And in the end you succeeded, the enemy was beaten...
You managed to bring your buddy home,but I wish you came back with him...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th June 2012

Hey Broby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Bonus release.

Hoping for a little bit of feedback on my new technique.

Critique by ~jojotheumbreon Jun 18, 2012, 8:41:19 AM

Your work was excellently done. The message was powerful, and hard-hitting. The impact is strong, and the technique is perfect. It was incredibly beautiful, and brings tears to my eyes. A stunning piece of work, perfectly executed. However, i have given you a three-and-a-half for originality, as the theme of war is quite popular, and pieces like this, though a little rare, can be found. Your vision was perfectly expressed, and crystal clear. All in all, this is a lovely piece of writing, that deserves all the praise it can possibly get. A perfectly lovely piece to read, gorgeous. Amen.

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Critique by ~Michel-le-fou Jun 18, 2012, 8:18:22 AM

Well, like I am really impressed with1. your style at writing here and 2. your versatility with new forms and styles. This seems more than a mere free verse poem; it has rap/R&B rhythm to it a little, which strikes me just fine too. The attitude is also typical of that type, which demonstrates that you are keeping abreast of trends. I have written a poem about silence that resembles your older style, which demonstrates both my feeling for it and that you really influenced me lately. You also seemed to have increased length of stanza as well as lines. All-in-all, you are very flexible and your skill has not been affected negatively. 'T is cool!

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~Cheery-Cherry Jan 14, 2013

So sad...makes me wan't to cry!!!

*WordOfChen Jan 14, 2013 Professional Writer

Thank ye fer enjoyin' th' emotion in this ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~Cheery-Cherry Jan 22, 2013

no problem great job

~foreverforwards Oct 7, 2012

all I want to know is, is this written through personal experience? Cos its so realistic I get choked up everytime I read it.. this is really nice.. so well written!

*WordOfChen Oct 7, 2012 Professional Writer

No this isn't written on personal experience ^^ Instead I am a writer that combines acting with the art of writing, so when I write I try to envision the scenario in my mind and write in accordance with how a real person would feel in hat situation.

Thank you for reading and enjoying this :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~foreverforwards Oct 8, 2012

I am so glad that is not personal experience, cos the pain that I felt from reading that was so real.. KEEP writing, these are incredible!

~Selimeia Jul 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I have to admit, I very much enjoyed this one

It has a soft flow that you break out of sometimes, but saying it aloud makes it even better this way.

I very much enjoyed some of the details, the Diablo stanza is great. Altogether: good piece, moving.
Just one thing: I'm missing hints. You do hint that he's dead, but you don't hint the soldier part. I don't mean that the reader/listener should know it before the last stanza, but when re-reading, a truly great text with this kind of turm shoes for me when at second read you find references to the solution you never realised before

So: Great text, but not yet amazing.