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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

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

Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...

No matter the years that pass me by,

It seems I am forever trapped.

For when it comes to deceiving myself,

I'm afraid I'm rather apt.

In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...

A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.

And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.

I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.

- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012

Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:

Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-

When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!

But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-

Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!

Stop for

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

Counting All the VoicesCounting All The Voices:

How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.

As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.

I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.

But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!

Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept

That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...

Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/

-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013

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

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...

Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:

I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.

I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.

Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -

One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.

Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.

Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.

An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;

Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013

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

BelovedBeloved:

Perfectly pleasant
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

I Can't Devour You, Not YetI 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 crum

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

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

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

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Memories of War

by *WordOfChen, Jan 15, 2013, 7:54:35 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Songs & Lyrics

Memories 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.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.

Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?

This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...

Will lonely ashes be what remains?

-Chen Yuan Wen ft. The C-Crew, 15th January 2013

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Aye maties,

As I've stated I'm going back t' basics and so this is actually a song that I wrote yesterday t'gether with me old friends from me rap crew. The part in italics is th' guest rap sung by them and I do the clean vocals (no change in font) as well the rough dirty growls (bold).

My friend raps in a voice similar to snoop dogg's smooth style so I thought it worked very well with the overall chemistry of the piece ^^ His piece is in italics.

It was a lot of fun to do this song (gotta admit that) even if the topic might be over done, I was happy to explore it and doubly thankful for the chance :3

Enjoy mates.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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Critique by *ManiacalFreak Jan 15, 2013, 5:56:49 PM

First of all, it seems to me, that the more stuff I read of yours, the more I notice you improving! All the greater!

This is a very strong and deep piece. The words you chose to express yourself in this one left a great impact and impression on me, definitively. This song was very well written, the way you rhymed, and with the way you emphasized, it came on very strong. Like I said, very impacting!

My grandfather was in the war, and he often said that, "War doesn't determine who's right, only who's left." And that one line at the end, And staying blind to the cries of pain... will lonely ashes be what remains?" reminded me very much of him. He would have loved this if he were still alive to read it.

A truly beautiful piece. If this were ever on the radio or produced, I would love to hear it! Don't ever stop writing! You're a beautiful, talented writer!

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Critique by ~TearsOfBlood22 Jan 15, 2013, 1:31:40 PM

You Write so many and yet this one was lacking in it's Impact I have heard others close to the likes and I am saying it is good but needs some improvement.

Keep up the good work and remember that this is only one of many opinions that are to be shared.

I wish you the best of luck and send you my best wishes for more of your work.

It is a joy for me to write about and read your work, Because each one I read brings me to a conclusion.... that conclusion is something breathtaking can open the eyes of even the most stubborn.

Good job and Best of wishes

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~Thorns-And-Roses Feb 18, 2013 General Artist

Stunning job! An absolute masterpiece.

*WordOfChen Mar 1, 2013 Professional Writer

My deepest thanks friend ^^ Glad you enjoyed it :3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

~augumon05 Jan 30, 2013

one thought comes to mind from reading this... Make it into a song. it sounds like something dragonforce might have made. so this would make an excellent song.

*WordOfChen Feb 5, 2013 Professional Writer

Haha, if I had a proper band I would ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

*Scarlettletters Jan 24, 2013 Professional Writer

For what it is worth, this is my favorite of yours. The first verse in particular is very good.

*WordOfChen Jan 25, 2013 Professional Writer

Thank you my friend, I would love to do another song piece in future, but been a little too exhausted to cram beats together. Getting used to my new exercise and fitness regime is taking out a lot of stamina. I do hope to try more songs once I have the right melody in my head (one that isn't made up of a deep gasp for breath after lifting weights xD)

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

~Zoprak-Vallinheart Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Chen could I use this song as a profect for my school music class please I'll mention you for the lyris? Please!

*WordOfChen Jan 23, 2013 Professional Writer

I replied to your comment on my page ^^ Just follow those instructions and you'll be fine :3

If you need further help note me

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

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