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Immortal Butterfly:
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was something... that I could never see
I thank you...for sharing...this gift with me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th September 2012
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was something... that I could never see
I thank you...for sharing...this gift with me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th September 2012
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History Is Never Made By Those Who Behave
We are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies
But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes
Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song
The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave
So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tame
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The Bullied.
He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.
He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.
The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.
Eventually he tried tal
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Obsolete.
Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.
But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.
Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,
As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.
So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.
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Author's Comment:
Note to self Chen...
Falling asleep in the afternoon on account of heavy flu medication...makes you remember all kinds of shit that you ought to forget.
Can't touch cigarettes, don't drink alcohol, so what the hell should I do? Ah well, whatever >_>
I'll do up bounties and stuff tomorrow, sorry.
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
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Author's Comment:
Note to self Chen...
Falling asleep in the afternoon on account of heavy flu medication...makes you remember all kinds of shit that you ought to forget.
Can't touch cigarettes, don't drink alcohol, so what the hell should I do? Ah well, whatever >_>
I'll do up bounties and stuff tomorrow, sorry.
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
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You've got me twisting on the edge
and I beg to stay...
I know I should quit
but I can't walk away...
You're the drug that keeps me whole
when I'm feeling cold
When I'm feeling cold
You've got me in your hold!
EVERYTIME I WALK YOU BRING ME RIGHT BACK HERE
A HUNDRED TIMES OR MORE IT'S GETTING REALLY UNCLEAR
DO YOU LIKE TO FUCK WITH ALL MY HOPES AND INNER FEAR
OR MAYBE CUT ME DOWN SO YOU KNOW THAT I'LL KEEP YOU NEAR?
A hundred times, a hundred pages
twelve different masks and a thousand stages
You've got me beggin' for more
out in the rain at your door
I'm not a man, I'm just your little whore
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Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile
I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me
See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean
I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language me
Can I Cut Yet? Can I Cut Yet?:
Hey, Hey Sadako
Hey...
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?
This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I won't cut her
Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!
I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad..
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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
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Vision Originality Technique ImpactI really liked it, some of the imagery is really nice, and clear. The ending is especially beautiful, how to leads the reader to think its the end, maybe of the butterflies life? Or is it just sleeping?
The repetition of the Butterfly and Sky is also nice. At first I thought it was a bit annoying, but afterwards, I sort of feel like it represents the constant beating of the butterflies wings - which was clever.
There's a conflict of tense here I think:
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes(d) its way across the sky
It's always hard for poems to have a rhyme that doesnt feel forced, and I dont know if you're quite there. Plus, the rhyme of AABB isn't followed all the way through, and I'm not sure why.
If I was going to say anything about it that would make it better, I would say, try and think more creatively about the rhyme. And maybe in a few places, try and edit the flow of the line to make it sit easier if you were reading it out.
Other than that, it's a fantastic idea and well thought out - I haven't seen many (if any!) poems that end so beautifully.