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No Meaning, Just Feeling:
It's all just words across the page
You put them together in an angry rage.
You wanted to get these feelings out
But writing's not what this is about...
You're tired of expressing
How you think you feel.
You'd rather just scream
At least it's real....
No sense or logic
Just raw emotion.
Like the churning waves
Of a sleeping ocean.
Destroy the structure
Of all you say.
Take away the illusions
They get in the way...
Just say what you think
And you might go free.
But maybe this isn't how it's supposed to be...
"Is it really not possible, to scream through words?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st April 2012
It's all just words across the page
You put them together in an angry rage.
You wanted to get these feelings out
But writing's not what this is about...
You're tired of expressing
How you think you feel.
You'd rather just scream
At least it's real....
No sense or logic
Just raw emotion.
Like the churning waves
Of a sleeping ocean.
Destroy the structure
Of all you say.
Take away the illusions
They get in the way...
Just say what you think
And you might go free.
But maybe this isn't how it's supposed to be...
"Is it really not possible, to scream through words?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st April 2012
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Every Time With The Same Brush
Every time with the same brush
This girl paints so many strokes
Each one speaking of emotions
Louder than the words she wrote
So where does the magic lie,
Allowing this girl's mood to swing?
Is it in the paint or the colours,
The feeling of release it brings?
She lets go of those emotions
That are too painful to express
The open ear of a loved one
Now an empty white canvas
Cathartic is the process
With her dainty little strokes
Thick layers of paint will take us
To land's nobody else knows
Now she paints with love for us
And happiness in her heart
The trees, the flowers, the sunset
The smiles, the eyes, the stars
Every tim
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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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Wish for Privacy
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
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Arrr me hearties, there be another bonus release fer ya all t'day.
I'm feelin' right fine and once again, this be another poem from me highschool days, rewritten fer yer readin' pleasure.
When I wrote this one, I remember bein' very frustrated as I was unable to properly convey the kind of feelings I wanted to. To that extent, song would be easier than written word as ya have music ta set tha rhythm, but with words it's more difficult to do.
Still I think the rewritten version flows much better, the old one had far too much swearing and didn't even say much about not sayin' anythin'.
Speakin' of which, I hope yer all ready fer me resurrection comin' in just about 2 days from now. I hope yer all lookin' forward to the return of Chenbeard!
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
I'm feelin' right fine and once again, this be another poem from me highschool days, rewritten fer yer readin' pleasure.
When I wrote this one, I remember bein' very frustrated as I was unable to properly convey the kind of feelings I wanted to. To that extent, song would be easier than written word as ya have music ta set tha rhythm, but with words it's more difficult to do.
Still I think the rewritten version flows much better, the old one had far too much swearing and didn't even say much about not sayin' anythin'.
Speakin' of which, I hope yer all ready fer me resurrection comin' in just about 2 days from now. I hope yer all lookin' forward to the return of Chenbeard!
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
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I love that so much and I agree and understand evry part of this beautiful poem.