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This pain I feel inside,
It comes from no wounds.
This pain I feel I've died,
Don't leave me in this room...
I am surrounded by the walls-
And my cage grows tighter.
I pick up cigarettes and crawl,
As I search for my lighter.
Holding flames that I cup,
In these hands so bitter.
I take that first of puffs;
With a swill of liquor.
I have sunk to the bottom.
I'm dreaming of the moment I-
Will break the surface and see the sun.
But sadly I am done...
So let's go play with the gun!
Click-click, click-click
And load, just pull the trigger!
Click-click, click-click,
And load, let the gun smoke linger!
- Word of Chen, 13th May 2014
- Word of Chen, 13th May 2014
Literature
Hey Remember Me?
Hey remember me?
I'm lonely
Without anyone to talk to,
Yeah we met last week
I'm so glad
You actually remembered me.
Hey remember me?
I'm happy
That we could hang out.
I know it might
Seem a bit strange to ask
But are we friends?
Yeah?!
Thank goodness
Now I can be at ease
You’re really here with me
It wasn't just a tease.
Hey remember me?
I'm weird
Just a little bit though
I thought you liked me
Because of that
Because of the way I am
Right?
Hey remember me?
I'm trying
To keep up a smile
But it’s getting pretty hard
Because every once in awhile
It seems like all you want
Is for me to cry.
Is that what a friend does?
Hey rem
Literature
Tell me you see me
Tell me you see me...
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
but rather
the authentic personification
of sorrow
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
without depth
without feeling
without strife
without emotion
aside
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
for it
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy s
Literature
There's a devil in my bottle
There's a devil in my bottle
he's offering me a trade
one singeing little sip
and he'll burn my memories away,
and I let him burn
the remnants of it down
and from his little bottle
I began to drown.
There's a devil at my doorstep
he's offering me a deal
if I burn it to the ground
my sadness he will steal
and I let him in
to take from me
all the things I don't want
or can't agree
to keep.
There's a devil on my shoulder
he's giving me choice
let life drain what's left
or pull the trigger just once
and I want to listen to him
what else should I do
the devil's already here
so hell must be here too.
There's a devil in my heart
he likes to speak t
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If you liked it, don't forget to fave it! It's the only way I'll know! (>3<)/
Hi everyone,
Here is another piece of poetry from me. This time, I think it's finally good enough for a group submission, so I'll be submitting to all the groups I joined before.
As for the poem itself, I wanted to do something where I mixed clean vocals with heavy parts. The underlying theme is of course, SUICIDE, of course I wanted to do something that hinted at it rather than talking outright about the act itself.
How to read this?:
If you want to sing it, the proper rhythm is:
This pain-I feel-Inside
It comes from no wounds.
For the first part, pause after every two words, for the second part, you sing fast. You should be able to get the rhythm after that.
The italics are sung in pure clean vocals, bolds in growls, normal font is sung with a mix of clean vocals and growls wherever you deem appropriate. Repeat the last two verses once if you're singing, because that'll help it feel like the song has ended.
Of course, I'll do a proper vocal version of this after I get my microphone (and your ear drums will bleed!)
If you liked it, don't forget to fave it!
Mini-Challenge:
Do a piece that deals with the topic of suicide, however you cannot in your poem make an actual reference to the death of the reader, the subject, or the individual committing the act. Ready? Give it a shot!
-Chenbeard the Pirate
Stalk me on facebook: www.facebook.com/WordOfChen
Hi everyone,
Here is another piece of poetry from me. This time, I think it's finally good enough for a group submission, so I'll be submitting to all the groups I joined before.
As for the poem itself, I wanted to do something where I mixed clean vocals with heavy parts. The underlying theme is of course, SUICIDE, of course I wanted to do something that hinted at it rather than talking outright about the act itself.
How to read this?:
If you want to sing it, the proper rhythm is:
This pain-I feel-Inside
It comes from no wounds.
For the first part, pause after every two words, for the second part, you sing fast. You should be able to get the rhythm after that.
The italics are sung in pure clean vocals, bolds in growls, normal font is sung with a mix of clean vocals and growls wherever you deem appropriate. Repeat the last two verses once if you're singing, because that'll help it feel like the song has ended.
Of course, I'll do a proper vocal version of this after I get my microphone (and your ear drums will bleed!)
If you liked it, don't forget to fave it!
Mini-Challenge:
Do a piece that deals with the topic of suicide, however you cannot in your poem make an actual reference to the death of the reader, the subject, or the individual committing the act. Ready? Give it a shot!
-Chenbeard the Pirate
Stalk me on facebook: www.facebook.com/WordOfChen
© 2014 - 2024 WordOfChen
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I could imagine a group like the Deftones, a band that switches from loud to soft doing this as a song.
Maybe even Garbage could do this or Catherine Wheel.
Cool poem.
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Another train goes by, she left me and I want to die.
Back to barely lit days and lonely ways.
She was the light of my life without compare, I will do anything not to go back there!
Pills are too slow and a wussy way to go.
Can't buy a gun, though with one shot I will be done.
No! I want to die while scenery blurs by.
Could an express train end my pain?
My ticket to ride from this life comes into the station, my heart beats fast in anticipation.
Thump, thump, I prepare to jump.
I am such a coward as another train rolls by again.
Maybe even Garbage could do this or Catherine Wheel.
Cool poem.
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Another train goes by, she left me and I want to die.
Back to barely lit days and lonely ways.
She was the light of my life without compare, I will do anything not to go back there!
Pills are too slow and a wussy way to go.
Can't buy a gun, though with one shot I will be done.
No! I want to die while scenery blurs by.
Could an express train end my pain?
My ticket to ride from this life comes into the station, my heart beats fast in anticipation.
Thump, thump, I prepare to jump.
I am such a coward as another train rolls by again.