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Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:

When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.

But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".

Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...

Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending

Memories of WarMemories of War:

What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...

A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?

Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...

And the world will soon forget.

Fill my heart with this regret?

For the victims written in stone.

Unspoken sin you now atone...

Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain

Painted SkinPainted Skin:

He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.

"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."

His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.

"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"

You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked wit

The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:

Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.

Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.

It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasiti

Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:

Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.

Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...

Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...

Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012

My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:

We are dreamers, we humans.

We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...

We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.

I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.

How many times have I been saved by others?

When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expe

The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:

We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.

But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.

I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.

And that's all it

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...

The Pirate SolsticeThe Pirate Solstice:

There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.

The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.

The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and

Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:

I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...

Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,

An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.

In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.

Concentrate...I have to concentrat

Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:

Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...

With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.

"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"

I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...

I had to admit, I was ve

Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:

You're tired, unable to create anything.

You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!

Why won't these words come together?

"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."

Yet the solution is fairly simple...

I'm showing it to you now;

Break up your ideas, smaller sized.

They come together, like in Tetris.

Rotate the blocks; shape your art.

Draw chibis and stick figures too.

Instead of epics, try a haiku.

How about a six word story?

If your mind is blocked, overheated.

Let it cool; take it slow.

By attempting all the smaller things,

Your art is sure to grow.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013

To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:

Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,

Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.

It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -

Considering that I've never met you before, but then again

Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.

Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,

I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.

But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,

I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.

I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.

You might tak

These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:

My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel

And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight

And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty

Deceptive

Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

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I Know You Hate Me Now But...

by *WordOfChen, Jan 6, 2013, 8:17:01 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Free Verse

I Know You Hate Me Now But...:

Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain

To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.

The way you laugh, the way you smile;

We got along great back then, even if we don't now.

And to be honest, I miss that...

You had the most lovely silky smooth hair

You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile

I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,

Hell you got me started on the whole thing.

You were fantastic at drawing too

Man I was always jealous of that talent,

And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.

I wish that you could have been a professional.

I would have bought your book every month y'know...

You encouraged me to write.

Back when my stories were shit,

Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.

You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.

Now just let me finish alright?

I know that you won't speak to me.

That's okay, I admit to being an ass,

But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobody,

Is because I want you to remember why I loved you;

I want you to recall that girl and think fondly of her,

Because once upon a time, I loved her the most...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2012

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Arrr maties,

Now, everyone knows that Pirates have - though I do be afraid t' use th' term as such - swag and due t' this swag we do attract a lot of members of the opposite gender.

O' course, before some of us became pirates - well - we were bloody awkward tiny asian kids who were slightly on the chubby side with a bad haircut.

Thinkin' back t' those days I recalled a very bittersweet experience. That is what I sought t' put inta words and o' course the lingo fits th' time. The poem is best read in an URBAN accent, similar to that o' me urban teddy (click me youtube link if ye ain't seen 'em yet).

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Critique by ~vog112 Jan 10, 2013, 3:49:14 AM

I love this poem. I also think that can be for not only boy and girl or other romantic relationship , but for just for relationship or friendship .
It seems the autor regrets for something did wrongly , but also is greatful for this relation. I like that the poem is to nobody. This way it can touch everybody . It touched me. I also liked the different font of words.
It is nice way to say that what was before. I like filling of greAtful, I was stupid, I was ass, but now I see what happend after, I understood that I had had something adoreble and wont to say thank you. I lost you but I still have my best fillings.

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Critique by *Bri-Cx Jan 7, 2013, 7:00:33 AM

I was immediately drawn in by the title, as other people have already stated. I rarely get into poetry here on DA, but I have to say that this touched my heart! It brings me back to past relationships (though I know the guys I dated hardly feel this sorry), and also other people who have hurt me in the past that I wasn't romantically involved with.

I like how this could almost be referring to any relationship, family, romance, or just friendship, but even though you spoke about a girl you loved, the feelings of love and loss can be related to other relationships.

And as someone else stated, it does sort of seem like a poem that could give a girl hope about boys and all that. I think more teenage girls should read this.

As for the content itself, I love the way you italicized key lines. Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes. I love this line the best. The way you used the phrase baby's rhymes symbolizes that you weren't mature enough at the time this all happened, in a way. At least, that's what I got from it. Clearly you are much more mature now and have grown from this loss.

So to wrap this up, it's a very beautiful and touching poem. Well done!

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~BiscuitEdi Feb 3, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Quite well written. Original, the technique is lovely and the way you added "Now just let me finish alright?" at the end. Made quite an impact on me and as a writer at the point when "my stories are shit" this kind of poems inspire me to strive with hope that I will write something like this myself.
Best of luck to you mate and thank you.

=Astrellion Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

_{I love this poem because It exactly describes a relationship with my ex girlfriend and I.
I know she hates my guts but I still love her.}

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~Shinigami-Master Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Cant. Hold. Back. Tears...

~stydja-dauthleikr Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This is great...just, really really well written.

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~Lucy-DaKittyKatDevil Jan 27, 2013

Wow. I'm crying. I feel like I can relate to this poem a lot. The person I deeply love has recently been being ridiculous, so when I read this, it was like I was reading it from him. Wishful thinking, that's for sure.

~noorelven Jan 25, 2013

bittersweet memories

~fayeXsilo Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

When I first read this I thought you were an old friend of mine. He used to speak in the exact same way, write in the exact same way, and I definitely hate him now.

Sorry I had you confused.

~Ohh-hairflipYESS Jan 22, 2013

i'm sorry but i don't understand why this is getting such a ridiculous amount of praise? you literally fucking used 'anime girl smile' in a poem i don't think i have to say much more

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