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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

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

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

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

This is All About YouThis 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

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

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..

Oh No I Know A Dirty WordOh 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 me

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

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

Just for LaughsJust for Laughs:

There once was a man named Blue
He was a gentleman living in a shoe
He decided to go out and have a drink of stout
but then he met a thug named Drew

Gimme yo' money b*tch!

Blue was taken aback by his manner of speech
where did this man learn to speak and screech?
For language is meant to be free as a bird
not harsh and cruel like his spoken word

You crazy man? I said gimme yo' money!

Now I say it good sir and I really do
must I teach you to rhyme and listen too?
Repeat after me and follow the beat
Bobby beat his best mate Pete

Look man, I dunno what you're smokin', but I said gimme the cash!

Here's a tongue tw

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

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

Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:

I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now

The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...

They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give

I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending

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Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
Black forces, burned you all away...
How could I sit by and watch you die?
Sleep soundly on the bed where you used to lie.

Your legs and your arms were bleeding,
Burned stump on the night, were you crying?
How sweet was the sound of you dying?
In pools of blood, were you smiling?

Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
I wondered, how I used to hate...
Your life and your sweetness inside,
I took your life on that cold night...

Crying all these tears of weakness,
Sweet bird you took on my sickness.
Deep inside of the forest of witches,
You lie in the darkest ditc

Bullies in the HallBullies in the Hall:

Bullies in the hall,
They're really big and tall.
I'm just so afraid to fall...

How I wish,
That I could be,
Free from all this misery...
(Yeah-)

Let me change it up, so you know it's a rap.
I'm really sick and tired, of this bullshit and crap!

I know you've got a taste, for my fear and my pain...
How many times have I cried these tears in the rain!

I speak from words of wisdom, I know it's hard to focus.
When the world is bearing down, like a plague of angry locusts,

You sit, you pray, hoping for a better today,
Tomorrow is another day, 'Save me!' I hear you say.

I've had enough of people that are kickin'

The Walk of Utter ShameThe Walk of Utter Shame:

My face is hidden by a blackened mask,
As I am taken to stand before the crowd.
Ripped from my face and cast aside,
My features burn in the glaring sun...

"Who amongst you will defend this man?"
I hear a soldier call.
"None of us sir!" The crowd shrieks back,
As to my knees I fall.

"Shame him!" The soldier cries,
As they begin to pelt me with rotten fruits,
"Maim him!" the people scream,
As they kick at me with mailed boots...

I shudder and writhe beneath the torture,
Too pained to even scream in fear.
For this is the punishment that I deserve,
For shaming the honour that I hold dear.

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Heartless BlossomsHeartless Blossoms:

The falling petals,
Like the bitterest of rains,
Leaves me looking lost...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th February 2012

They Told UsThey Told Us:

They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...

They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...

Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.

Writers, poets,
We're treated like third-rate artists.

Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...

But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!

They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
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My Eternal CurseMy Eternal Curse:

Since the time I was awakened,
From the dawn I lived and breathed.
I have always walked alone,
For I carry a dark disease.

No matter where I go,
No matter where I'm born.
Always it will reveal itself,
Always I am torn.

The moon will shine from cloudless heavens,
And soon the change will take it's place.
My fangs will grow and fur will sprout,
It is my deep and dark disgrace...

Silverback, they called me,
Bane of men and beast alike.
Knights and templar, each and all,
Sought to have me on a pike.

I've killed so many countless men,
They are faceless in my waking dreams.
Bones shall litter the depths of my la

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Overcome your Writer's Block

by *WordOfChen, Aug 27, 2012, 7:24:25 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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 and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down

But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?

Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and structure, they are merely a channel
It's like playing a game with a bingo panel

If you can't connect the dots in a line
Try another formation or swallow a lime
Who knows what will happen, why bother or care?
Just give in to madness, but do you dare?

Heeheeheeeee...
Hello Doctor Cecil, is it time for my medicine yet?

-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th August 2012

Overcome your Writer's Blockby *WordOfChen

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Author's Comment:
Someone asked me 'How do you deal with writer's block'.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeell, I simply...go insane xD

And I'm being completely serious about that because many people have asked me how I overcome writer's block or come up with so many different angles for things. Basically, the way I do it is by trying a new direction or just plain splashing the page with whatever I like.

After you've gotten everything down, take a moment to refine the flow and work some emotion into it. It's like working with modelling clay, some people like to work slowly, others just WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

I'm the WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! kind of guy really :3

As for ideas? I think that...as long as it's not the saaaame boring emotional stuff that EVERY poet has done before...you'll be alright (and I'm not insulting those that do the regular cliches, read my early works, there are a lot of cliches, it's a natural part of the evolution process).

Hope it helps with those who are blocked x3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

Critique by *Darkstar1013 Aug 27, 2012, 3:01:21 PM

this is a wonderfully witty, smart, and savagely truthful way to get to the 'block'. In my opinion there is no such animal. You have to open yourself up to the world. As you have said in so many different ways here. Once you open to the different paths and possibilities, the sky is the limit and I do mean there are no limits. It is often difficult for people to hear that they are blocking themselves. "I can't" is really "I don't want to or I'm afraid". So, yes, go crazy, find the road not taken, give yourself a new point of view. There is no block but you. Wonderful work. I love playing with words.

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Critique by ~Hollowalchemy Aug 27, 2012, 1:14:48 PM

I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. I sometimes have difficulty with writers block. But I work it out in the way that you describe, by letting go. I love how you tell your readers to give in to the madness and go insane. The image of finding a hidden door behind the paint of a wall is very strong as well, that inspiration that is needed for a writer to write does not have to be far away, it can be in the most obvious place imaginable. Seeing the extraordinary in the mundane is what separates artists of all kinds from others, and you did just that. That is what it takes sometimes, to draw out the picture for your readers in writing. This reminds me a little of Alice in Wonderland. I could see the Cheshire Cat saying this very easily. Thank you for sharing, your work is wonderful.
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~ITTM Apr 28, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Bravo

!LetsCutTheSecrets Apr 18, 2013

Wow... You're making me jealous of your writing skillzz! I got lost a few times there

when you got a little Dr. seussy, but it was very creative, and made me laugh. Very nice.

*DementedCuteness09 Feb 22, 2013

Your poem is amazingly helpful so thank you for writing it.

*WordOfChen Mar 1, 2013 Professional Writer

You're most welcome my friend ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

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*kandaluvr Dec 25, 2012 Student General Artist

This is brilliantly put, and it's simply witty and honest!

And what's even better is that it is all true~! An honest to good writer like yourself knows that you cannot force writing! Well done! It even made me want to write again!

*Rheshu Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

This cheered me up a little, my drawing's are coming out half ass'd. Nice part about the insane :3 I always get so angry drawing now >.<

~Enigma1315 Dec 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Love the poem. An that is some good advice.

~lolnyny Nov 11, 2012

Amazing! I love your poetry! you are a genious!

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