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Wings of DespairWings of Despair:

A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...

It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....

From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter string

The FarseerThe Farseer:

Born from the union of an Angel and a Witch
The farseer is a creature of terrible might.
Granted the wisdom of his blessed father;
He bears the gift of a clairvoyant's sight...

His eyes can pierce the veil of uncertainty
And look beyond into the crystal of fate...
The myriad of futures reflected in its surface;
Is his to acknowledge and collate.

He scribes them down in an enchanted book
It is titled 'The Tome of Dying Shades'.
For as the future becomes the present;
The scribbled pages fade...

It is for this reason that he may never lie
Else the future would shatter; to be born anew.
That much we've learned from his

The Feelings That LingerThe Feelings That Linger:

The sound of your voice still lingers here
Even though I know you're gone...
And my nights have turned to sleepless days;
They grow worse with every dawn...

You've probably heard this story though
At least a thousand times or more.
But the thing I remember best about her
Is the sound of that closing door...

It was like the end to everything;
A cloud inside my head.
When I came awake on that final night;
I reached for her in bed-

But an empty space was all I got;
There was no one to wipe these tears.
I could scream and cry for many hours;
But it wouldn't chase my fears.

I tried so hard to tell myself

They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:

There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...

On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.

It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...

These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl

The Lie of VengeanceThe Lie of Vengeance:

It begins first as a smouldering fire;
A heat that swelters and burns inside your own heart.
It then roars to life as a flame of destruction;
Seeking, hungrily, to consume all who are bound by it...

This is the gift of vengeance
A kiss so sweet that it could only be an evil temptation.
Yet all will seek it in darkness;
For there is none who can resist its sweet allure...

It is like a friend in your time of need;
Comforting and seemingly understanding of your pain.
It tells you that you need to stand up for yourself;
It tells you that others must fall for you to live on!

But this is a lie! Obvious as it might

The Secret GardenThe Secret Garden:

To those who are waiting in the silent shadows;
To the sisters I've been trying so hard to find.
It is time we came together as one
For here we shall leave the past behind...

In this secret garden, my voice is clear
Soft and gentle like the flowing wind.
Yet here I am; a dirty spirit
A simple soul that sinned...

Gathered in silence, bearing cowls of night
You've come like moths, to a burning light.
These lovely witchlings, so tender and lush
Soon I will give you, a blessed blush...

Take my marking into your flesh
And bear the stigma of our ancient creed...
Tonight you feast in my humble honour
For in your b

Heavy StressI seem to be awake at night
For my mind is rushing on
The stress will always haunt me
Into the hours of the morn

I've never been a nervous man
But some nights I need to think
I find myself so filled with stress
I seek the bathroom sink

Vomiting, vomiting
Out it goes
Everything emerges
And chokes the nose

The dizzying thoughts of this bitter stress
Forgive me mother, I can't be the best...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th May 2012

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

No Meaning, Just FeelingNo 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

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
And the

MotherMother:

The last time that I saw you, I left with bitter words
I never knew how much the things, I said to you would hurt.
And I never wanted to see you; so I tried to shut you out
But a Mother is the one thing that I cannot live without...

I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...

I never knew that things would be this way...

The first memory I have, is when you used to hold my hand
You taught me how to be a man but I threw it in your face
Still you forgave me and still you believed
But I took your faith and broke it up, like golden autumn leaves...
wh

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

A World of BloodA World of Blood:

The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...

Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...

The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...

My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...

The blind shall follo

Sweet Little AngelsSweet Little Angels:

You always loved them and cared for them deeply
They were the joy of your life and you held them close.
Until one day, sadly, they were taken from you
and your heart was torn by the pain and grief...

But remember always, that they will watch over you
though you might not feel them presently

You can hear their whispers when the wind is blowing
and you can feel their warmth on the lonely nights

They will always remain in your memories
For that is where you keep a part of them
A loving part that will never fade

Therefore, do not think of them as being 'gone'
Instead take heart in the fact that they are waiting

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.

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Our Word is Sacred

by *WordOfChen, May 13, 2012, 9:09:05 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Our Word is Sacred:

We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.

No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...

For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...

To create these verses, it takes a lot of time;
Have you ever tried putting your thoughts in rhyme?
Have you dealt with the frustration, of grasping at words?
Trust me my friend, it is like hunting for birds...

To put this in a structure, to give poetry a form;
It can take some men from dusk till dawn...
Yet we slave away freely and we beg for a chance;
But all we have earned is a pitiless glance...

Instead we are told to fight for the "bone";
Like ancient gladiators from the city of Rome...
We are told that only one can be free;
And it has to be either you or me...

"No, no more can I stand to simply see literature being trampled..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th May 2012

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I decided that the final piece for Inspiration Week should be about the situation that many literature folk on deviant art face.

It is sad really and I hope that it will improve through my weekly features as I spread awareness of the problem.

I will put up the dedication I owe to the only person to have guess one of the bands of my previous poem, TOMORROW :3

In the mean time, enjoy the song that inspired this piece: [link]

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

OTHER POEMS BY ME:

Wings of Despair - [link]
The Feelings That Linger - [link]
The Lie of Vengeance - [link]
The Farseer - [link]
The Sadist - [link]
Hunting the Witch - [link]

OTHER LITERATURE BY ME:

Knight Run 2 - [link]
Knight Run- [link]
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1 - [link]

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~WritingRollingGirl Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I love it! ^^

~Getsuei-san Jul 12, 2012 Student Digital Artist

This was epic

Yeah, I agree, writers on dA have little to no attention by others, frankly I think people are just getting lazy :/. But I think there's hope

, may take a while. I used to hate reading XD

~Nowcanneverbeforever Jul 3, 2012

Beautiful...... You continue to amaze me!

!ioanaanghel Jun 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

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~LucienVox Jun 10, 2012 General Artist

I like this poem! I'm going to look through your gallery when i have more time man you very good!

!randomlyinspired-21 May 31, 2012 Student Writer

I agree with you on this poem! Yeah writers on dA don't get that much in deviantart compared to image artists like painters and such. And I think it's about time that has to change for the better!

Amazing as always!