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I Can't Devour You, Not Yet

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I Can't Devour You, Not Yet:

I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.

Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...

Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!

Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...

If only for the chance to feast once more!



Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...







-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
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Author's Comment:

Arrr lads and lasses,

What do ye think of this poem? The backstory to it is quite interesting you see, because in order to keep up my massive amount of releases (without sufferin' writers block) I frequently have t' experiment with and DEVOUR new styles of writin'.

However, I can't adapt every single style inta me works and that sometimes leaves me feelin' very hungry...but without any sort o' reprieve.

In essence, I always attempt to dissect the style of other poets and then try t' apply it to me own works so that I can improve my writing by making it a stronger hybrid of many different styles. Poe's punctuation style, a little bit of darkness from me own soul, that kind of thing is how I write what I do.

'Owever, sometimes ye meet a poet whose style is so unique -or perhaps so opposite to yer own that - no matter how much you try you cannot stomach their style. It turns vile on your tongue and leaves ye spittin' it right back out. These types of poets are me greatest challenge and I will try time and time again t' consume their talents...but sadly it does take awhile before I can digest it completely.

Now then...who should I make me next meal eh? Any recommended...sacrifices?

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:

Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,

Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.

Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,

And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.

It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,

It cared not for the sensation of pain...

All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -

One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!

Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,

And in that moment, it learned of the truth.

For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -

was me...

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
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:

Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!

Okay, I'm sorry...

What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.

I'm sorry...

Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!

I'm sorry!

You're
Pat


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:star::star::star-empty::star-empty: Overall
:star::star::star-empty::star-empty::star-empty: Vision
:star::star::star::star-half::star-empty: Originality
:star::star::star-half::star-empty::star-empty: Technique
:star::star-half::star-empty::star-empty::star-empty: Impact

Meh. Hopefully this is one of your warm-up poems. Yes, I do understand the backstory may be interesting, but...

Vision: The backstory is not EXACT to us, but the poem does ooze the general idea behind it. Maybe it's just personal preference, but I would rather see a poem that is more symbolic, and one that invokes more thinking. The analogy is kinda cheesy, too.

Originality: It seems like a poem you might see a dying character in a paranormal romance say. (No, I'm not thinking of vampires or something!) The thing that I appreciate about the originality is how you step back, and add that little commentary at the end.

Technique: It was okay. I'm not a - lover - of - using - hyphens. Many times, it seems as if your train of thought was interrupted, even in midsentence.

Impact: Am I likely to forget this poem? Yeah. I think that it is just... shall we... 2-dimensional? It almost sounds like you're just talking to the reader. That MAY be the intended effect, but if that was the case, there should be a way to wrench the heart of the audience, and make us feel something. (Textbook reading, anyone?)

Nonetheless, I enjoy an author that writes dark things, and as a result, I will sit back in my chair, and wait for another poem by you to surpass this one.