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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

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

Breaking FreeBreaking Free:

I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm

As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!

An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...

And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled exc

Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:

Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?

Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...

Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity

Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!

And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed

What

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

You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:

When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...

But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance

It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...

Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to retu

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

The Simple DelightsThe Simple Delights:

The world is a place of simple pleasures
of the simple delights that we fail to see
Like a rose whose thorns will prick unwary
we focus on the negatives that be

But if we chose to hold the rose
Gentle and with grace
Its thorns would simply press our skin
Not pain or poison laced

If we could learn the simple lessons
of looking at all the good things in life
Then food would be the only object
to meet the edge of my knife

I see so many different ways
to enjoy the life that I have today
I could go to the store and buy a snack
A treat for me I say

Perhaps I'll choose to walk the distance
or maybe I'll take th

Shatter PointShatter Point:

Can you see
what all the world has-
Done to me
I've locked away my-
Sa-ni-ty
I wanna break
Huma-ni-ty
(Kiru oh!)

My shatter point, my shatter point
I'm up against the wall at my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling to me into the night
Their whispers drive me further up and away from the light!

Waste Away
Just fall again and-
break today
I want you down and you'll-
Fade away
Just stop breathing and-
Die today!
(Kiru oh!)

The shatter point, the shatter point
You know that you are up and against the wall
The shatter point, my shatter point
Leave me breaking against my shatter point

A thousand faces

A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:

A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns

Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within

There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind

In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the f

CorvusCorvus:

Black feathers falling through the empty sky
A whisper upon the winds, better left unspoken
As a glimmer of sunlight catches my eye
I am drawn to the worms that writhe below

Each one pulses with the desire to live
endlessly tunneling through the sands of the earth
With nothing more for them to give
I'm afraid they are quickly eaten...

One, two, three and four
Each one swallowed by an open door
Five, six, seven, eight
They know not love nor petty hate

It makes me wonder if they feel this pain
of being consumed by the one they fear
They sprout and dance in the lovely rain
Not knowing of that which lurks so near

-Chen Yu

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

Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:

Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'

And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'

A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'

How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na

The Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:

A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:

As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!

Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed

Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...

But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
Th

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

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VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastes
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.

But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie

Dragon BloodForged from the souls of the bravest of men
They are tempered in the flames of eternal war
Ever will they stand against the tides of evil
For the dark shall claim no more

In the burning mountains of the Dragonkin
It is Man who swore a sacred oath
For in exchange for the Dragon's blood
Man must now protect them both

I speak of the legends; these Gods of battle
Warriors clad in suits of steel
They come as champions of a greiving world
And all shall learn to kneel

But not in supplication, nor out of dominance
We kneel in reverence of the bringers of light
These warriors imbued with the Eternal Flame
Shall chase the shadows of nigh

Without JoyA bard may choose to sing a song of happy days and eternal bliss
But why should I sing of happiness, when misery is all that is?
The suffering we see around us, is tantamount to hell
Yet we accept these horrid days; caught within a spell

Perhaps I'm simply being morbid, a soul disturbed by a darker voice
Or perhaps I am the whispered truth; personified by choice.
I will not speak of revelations nor of better days to come
In terms of hope for the future; I'd rather remain mum.

For the world I've seen has shown to me, that pain equates to life
I'm sure you've tried it many times on the edge of a sharpened knife

Why would you open embi

The Great DrakeHe rose from the ground as the very earth split in a series of jagged scars
Molten lava would burst from these wounds, as his wings eclisped the shimmering stars...
The Great Drake Serogar, once laid to rest in the warm womb of Gaia
Had once again awakened, to discipline those who had earned his ire.

Humans and Dragons were killing each other, senselessly bathing in the coldest of blood
Yet all their efforts amounted to nothing and opened the gates for a terrible flood...
For in the realms of the Nether; where the creatures drank of the dark well of Midnight
A rift had been torn of violence and hatred, spawning the children of Blight.

Cold Lying CreatureCold Lying Creature:

Cold and arrogant slithering beast, your tongue is forked with lies
Do you intend to take my dignity or perhaps to sully my eyes?
No matter how much you speak of warmth; affection, care or love
I know that you are simple twisted; an assassin from above

Did you think I would not see the truth, or perhaps you thought me blind?
Perhaps you felt you could deceive this man, for he is simply kind
Woe is me the naive fool, taken in by your stories of harder times
Sadly my dear, I'm an utter sadist and the punishment will fit the crime.

I will lash your body, with the best of whips; let the leather bite in close
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Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wing
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?

There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say

We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
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Oh No I Know A Dirty Word

by *WordOfChen, Sep 4, 2012, 7:38:38 AM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

Oh No I Know A Dirty Word:

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 meant for 'boobs'
do you realise it's a synonym for a gormless rube?

Ah ha! You didn't, that means I'm right
My intellect wins; have you seen the light?
Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp
Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!

And that is why I killed him your honour...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th September 2012

Oh No I Know A Dirty Wordby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

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Alrighty then,

I should probably state clearly. This is obviously a satirical poem and its here for the sake of comedy. The background to it however, is a little more interesting.

I've noticed recently that many artists (poets and authors especially) tend to be extremely apprehensive about using harsh language in their works and certainly I know that viewership drops whenever a mature filter is slapped on work (hence why I rarely do work requiring the mature filter), but at the same time, I have to question whether or not it is affecting creativity.

If you think about it, harsh language can be used artistically (as opposed to needless swearing) in order to add a distinct edge to parts of a poem/song. In that respect I believe that harsh language can be used a poetic tool.

Now, I personally consider myself an entertainer rather than an artist because I write for the readers (as opposed to writing for myself or on my personal subjects), and so I will be writing a very harsh piece on thursday (that will require a mature filter), because I want to attempt being different and I want to show that language can be used and should not be immediately discounted because 'bad words' are crudely used by mainstream media.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

Other Poems by 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..

Overcome your Writer's Block Overcome your Writer's Block:

If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain

When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...

Oh well...

Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?

There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant a

Other Literature by Me:

Mercenary 1-1 MERCENARY

Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty

Release One: Pages 1 - 3

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 ~SweetxAria Sep 17, 2012, 10:04:53 PM

I love it.
I would not have thought about writing of the internet battles we all see, know, speak, and engage in.

It's very witty.
Enjoyable and well written.
I'm sure many have had a good laugh reading this.

Hilarious and I like how you wrote it from the view of those who speak so righteously and in the end had that twist.

A courtroom trial.

Ha~

Anyways, yes I loved it very much and this is one of my favourite poems now.

Cheers to you and your imagination!

Sincerely, best to you.
Aria.
I need 6 more words. Okay.

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Critique by ~rebornrebel Sep 16, 2012, 8:51:01 PM

i like this, it not only gave a good laugh but also reminds me of people i know that hide behind who they really are, i like how original this is. you did a great job. This is an inspiration for me to start writing again after six months of living in what i would call not a good experience which led to my lack of imagination. But this poem speaks out to alot of people to be who they are and show their real selves and not pretend to be someone just to please everyone, so good all in all good job

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~fivethousandtrees May 11, 2013 Student Writer

These are my favorite lines: "Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp/Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!

~Yhurr-whun-lisa Mar 20, 2013

Ahh I loved this <3 I'm with you with the whole swearing thing and this is the best way I've seen anyone put it

Seriously made my day

*WordOfChen Mar 21, 2013 Professional Writer

Haha, thanks ^^ I'm very glad you enjoyed it :3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

~lolnyny Nov 11, 2012

OMG! So funny, it just make me think about my two friends! They are really good at writting and they will correct mistakes evrywhere!

~Pandora-Z Oct 14, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

nice!! lol!

good job!

*WordOfChen Oct 14, 2012 Professional Writer

Haha, thanks, glad you enjoyed it ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~o0SHeeP0o Oct 8, 2012

well even though i don't use vulgarities, i accept it where appropriate, or sometimes the sentence just doesn't feel right, i was doing lighting for drama elective pupils when i realised that because the theme was war, (and that you cant use vulgarities) it feels awkward in the torture scenes. vulgarities have their place, at the right time.

~TwiUnderSeeker Sep 19, 2012

Great Job.

~rebornrebel Sep 16, 2012

tehehe thanks for the laugh its kind of funny how some humor mimics real life also this made me think of some people i know

~allsparra Sep 10, 2012

Ahaha this made me smile, thank you! I personally don't swear when writing and rarely when speaking unless I'm very provoked, but this is a lovely, funny satire. Thank you for writing it.

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