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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 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
Literature
A Troubled 15 Year Old
Father has a lady friend
Of ill gotten gains
Sells her body for money
A handful of change
There will be no benefit
For my family
On hotel bedside tables
You'll find our money
Mother has a habit
Leaves needles lying around
Down the side of the sofa
Where infant hands slide down
Hoping to find some money
A handful of change
A perfect family portrait
And I am the frame
A troubled fifteen year old
Born under a bad sign
I learnt like most children
To cry before I smiled
In time my smile will fade
Though the tears will remain
I fear for the things I will lose
Before my family change
Literature
Wait (My Virgin)
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
There is more than one way to stimulate
And commitment is indeed a verb
The pressure he will put upon you
Or the pressure you will put onto him
Is equal and opposite to the regret
And the feeling that you have sinned
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
Physically able to copulate
But think about the consequences first
The pressure they will put upon you
To lose your innocence as quickly as them
All because they regret their actions
And want you to follow their trend
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
Don't g
Literature
Faith
I love your belief in God.
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wis
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Author's Comment:
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
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Author's Comment:
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
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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
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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
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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.