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Where Angels PlayWhere Angels Play:

A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?

How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
If only
I am barely breathing...

The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...

The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering

Do I alone escape this and find my peace
wi

WinterfallWinterfall:

Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak

An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...

I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore

From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare

Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:

You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...

I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger

I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it

But then I saw how happy you were...

In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon

Battle ScarsBattle Scars:

Sharp claws rake into my skin
as my blood bursts forth to splatter against the ground
The uneven breathing of my foe
tells me that he too is wounded and close to death

I can see his teeth, flecked with frothing saliva
foaming and spitting as he bellows his name
He charges into me, his frame crashing with mine
the impact has me reeling and I fall back against the stone

The ground feels cold
the icy chill seeping into my bones
the warmth of my blood escapes me
and I can feel myself beginning to fade

Up toward the sky I glance
praying that I might receive assistance
I pray that he who commands me, he who stands above
Will pity

Immortal ButterflyImmortal 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 thi

Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:

Are you feeling cold in here, lost perhaps
It makes me wonder if you can even hear me
Has your mind degraded into a lump of fat
Broken by what you've been forced to endure?

As I stroke your cheeks it makes me remember
The loving shrillness of your frightened shrieks
You screamed and screamed until your throat was bloody
As I slowly took your limbs from you...

Now you dangle helpless on wires and chains
An artistic puppet, which is made from flesh
No hands or feet to lash out violently
No arms or muscles to thrash...

The breath that rasps from your broken lips
Is the sound that tells me, you are still alive
But

Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:

Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia

Such is the father's gift of free will...

Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free

Without adversity, there can be no acension...

Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my

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

DishonouredDishonoured:

He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.

For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...

But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...

Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."

I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.

The struggles that plague me, though none may know,

Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles

Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine

I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.

Though the silence continues to press upon me,

Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.

Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,

If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012

In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel

Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:

A Mask
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms

Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms

You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...

I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
an

Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:

You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!

I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?

Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promi

This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:

With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...

-

When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told—
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light…

-

So this is the only way, that

The Tomb of KhaineThe Tomb of Khaine:

The moans of the shambling horde could be heard
As zombies burst from the depths of the tomb
The Pirates were trapped within the mausoleum;
Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...

It spawned a horror with each contraction
A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
Carved with the edge of a pus-dripping knife

As more of the beasts spewed forth from the depths
The Captain called for a spark of light
As Haze scattered the explosive dust
A match was thrown to make it ignite

Boom! it exploded with a shock of force
As the Pirates were thrown to the dirty floor
They cleared the spac

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My Beautiful Filth

by *WordOfChen, Sep 27, 2012, 3:40:56 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

My Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!

In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of my hatred, the weight of my resolve
these feelings, this grudge, all of it shall emerge tonight
like a butterfly, finally free of its cocoon..

When the clock strikes midnight, in the quiet of the dark
a metallic barrel is set against my right temple
There are no regrets for me, nor the slightest shake in my finger
for my only thoughts are of the ultimate vengeance

And when you are alone in the night, warm and safe in your bed
When you hear the shadows creeping and shifting around you
Take a moment to remember those things that you did to me
and smile...
for I shall be smiling, right by your side...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th September 2012

My Beautiful Filthby *WordOfChen

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Author's Comment:

Now...recently I've been seeing plenty of depressing poems on DA. I've seen a boatload of stuff about 'suicide' or 'darkness' and weeeeell...

Let me put it this way, it was always the same thing over and over. Take the topic of 'suicide' for example. 'Slit wrists, hanged from a rope, pills to kill myself'

These were always the standard methods being cited over and over.

Some pieces were good because they really portrayed the hatred and the abuse...but it always falls flat if it ends with something...that has grown to be commonplace.

Now all of you know my style and you know that I LOVE being brutal when I write the dark stuff, but sometimes darkness has to be beautiful. The way in which hatred is portrayed cannot be so easily summed up the use of a razor blade to cut oneself...that's not hardcore enough.

To use a common slang, 'Go hard or go home'. I put myself in the mentality of someone who bore hatred for absolutely everything because of his own suffering and when I did that I discovered that an end without beauty...without something to make it really stand out, would not make my aggressors feel a thing.

However, if I painted the walls with my shames, if I SCREAMED my vengeance in writing and swore to come back as a demon that would haunt them in the night. Then, my death would have meaning. It would be in the papers, my harsh words of vengeance, the realistic descriptions of hell. They would feel the fear, even if they laugh about it in their own time...and finally, when they are alone...looking at their own reflection in the bathroom mirror, imagine their surprise when they see me standing there...smiling...right behind them. As they turn to face me...they find nothing there and when they turn back, their reflection has transformed into me and then I'll ask them:

'Why so serious son?'

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

P.S. This piece is entirely artistic in nature. So pleeeeeease do not send me notes asking 'you alright?' because if you do I'll just spend my day copypasting a reply saying, 'Yes I am, this is an art piece etc. etc.'

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Whispering to Lucifer Whispering to Lucifer:

Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia

Such is the father's gift of free will...

Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free

Without adversity, there can be no acension...

Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my

Letting Go of You Letting Go of You:

You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...

I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger

I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it

But then I saw how happy you were...

In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon

This is All About You This Is All About You:

Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book

Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look

So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare

I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care

She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task

Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask

She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud

She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud

She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz

But she smiles and goes on an

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Chen Chen Chen Chen, Chen is pirate style!

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My pirate theme is 'Raining Blood' by a band that's known as Slayer
But let's realise the fact: I've got no beard, I'm just that cool
I'm like Monkey D. Luffy when I drown in a kiddie pool

Cause I'm a guy!
The type that sails along the seven seas, a pirate guy
With a black fedora hat I use to tease, a pirate guy
Got so much swag I cure the love disease, a pirate guy
I'm a pirate guy!

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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

Critique by ~DeviousKid45 Sep 28, 2012, 7:40:17 AM

I agree with the previous critic TheLadyPhantom.

This poem is powerful and phenomenal.

The choice of words are perfection itself. The theme of suffering reaches out to you and wrenches at your heart. Solid poem that sends shivers down your spine. Very original with a clear vision of the story that was being told. The last verse really leaves you in awe, like a last note of a requiem resonating across an orchestra chamber. It haunts your very soul.

There are few poems in this world that are in such exceptional quality and I have to say that this is one of them.

The only thing I really have to comment on is the slight irregularity in meter. It threw me off slightly a bit, but that was an artistic choice. I suppose it synchronizes with the instability of the narrator, and furthermore elevates the impact.

What do you think?

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Critique by ~TheLadyPhantom Sep 27, 2012, 10:07:21 AM

The power of this poem is phenomenal. the imagery is very solid and real, and you get a sense of a deep-rooted pain that lingers. It makes you think long after the last word has been read. Also, the rhythm and flow of it is erratic in a way that matches the content. And I think that the contrast between the narrator's lightheartedness and the darkness of the poem's subject itself is very nicely well done, and it really fits with the take that a lot of people have on the subject of suicide. I just really think you did a wonderful job on this. Well done.

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~samuraishoujo95 Oct 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

o.o i have no words for this

~decayingcherrytree Oct 11, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I actually really liked this.. and in the discription isn't that something thats the Joker says? cx

~Myennaius13 Oct 8, 2012

The problem with this much hatred keep inside for long enough to do something like this is that you're never really sure when it started turning you into a monster.

~TwiUnderSeeker Oct 8, 2012

Another Great.

~noorelven Oct 6, 2012

despite allegedly being artistic in nature .. i think this turned out to be more of a plain jane kind of piece .. because i know for a fact you can do much better even to make it more artistic if not darker ...

~Acheron21 Oct 4, 2012

Breath killing.

Because you didnt just take my breath away

You killed it

xD

*WordOfChen Oct 4, 2012 Professional Writer

Wh00 thanks for enjoying it xD

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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~DragonHeart136 Sep 29, 2012

This gave me motivation to write more love poems for some odd reason "love" poems. I don't know why but I love your many comparisons and style.

*WordOfChen Sep 29, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you for enjoying it and good luck with the love poems :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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