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Deceptive
Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Memories of WarMemories of War:

What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...

A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?

Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...

And the world will soon forget.

Fill my heart with this regret?

For the victims written in stone.

Unspoken sin you now atone...

Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:

Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.

Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...

Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...

Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:

I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.

I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.

Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -

One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.

Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.

Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.

An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;

Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:

Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...

With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.

"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"

I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...

I had to admit, I was ve
UndyingUndying:

How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!

The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!

You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.

You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put
The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:

We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.

But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.

I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.

And that's all it
The Pirate SolsticeThe Pirate Solstice:

There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.

The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.

The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and
BelovedBeloved:

Perfectly pleasant
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:

When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.

But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".

Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...

Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending
Painted SkinPainted Skin:

He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.

"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."

His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.

"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"

You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked wit
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...

No matter the years that pass me by,

It seems I am forever trapped.

For when it comes to deceiving myself,

I'm afraid I'm rather apt.

In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...

A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.

And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.

I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.

- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:

Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.

The coldest December,
Can you still remember?

Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!

Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.

Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.

The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!

Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold

-

Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.

Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.

Bu
The PoetThe Poet:

He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...

He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.

He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.

Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wonderin
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:

Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.

Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.

It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasiti
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Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash

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Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash:

Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-

When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!

But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-

Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!

Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.

Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...

- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
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Arr maties,

Just doin' a bit o' practice today. Experimentin' with using slower long lines coupled with aggressive short interludes. Mostly I be testing out th' transitions between forms to make 'em more smooth ^^

The idea behind it is mostly about what happens when love turns t' ash (goes sour in case ye didn't get what I meant) and how we all think about th' things we've said and how the blame just goes back an' forth.

Inspired by the concept of turning back time, by: :iconoliviaotakusama101: in
Time turning...If days were sad,
I wish I could turn back time,

If days were happy,
I still wish I could turn back time,

So do I wish to turn time,
everyday?

And if... it were possible,
to turn back time,

I wouldn't be the person,
I am today.


-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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*Peter-The-Knotter 12 hours ago  Student Artisan Crafter
"...Mostly I be...." isn't that song lyrics... er... verse... chorus... and repeat.... then ending of a short reprise/refrain...

sayonara song sprite... ;)
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~Miss-Mafia Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Damn. I'm just going through your gallery and I'm in love with your writings. You have serious, serious talent.
*tips hat*
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*WordOfChen Jan 23, 2013  Professional Writer
Still only sold 6 copies of my book though ^^; How sad is that, but oh well, I will never give up :3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~Miss-Mafia Jan 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I can't even- how is that- No. e-e
That's not allowed. :I
Don't give up, ever.
Honestly if I had any money at all I'd totally jump on that. :'3

~ <3
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*WordOfChen Jan 23, 2013  Professional Writer
Hehe I appreciate the thought, it's only $2 though. Get one if you can ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~Miss-Mafia Jan 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I'll beg my mom. c:
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*WordOfChen Jan 23, 2013  Professional Writer
wh00 ^^

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~Bullcross Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Keep practicing; In this part: "When he... His heart snaps, like wire!" - the last line has one syllable too much, and it kills the rhythm;
The second short verse is waaay too unclear - on your last poem you wrote using dirty urban language so that the masses understood it, and now you turn the other way around. The same thing can be said about the first short verse - I am honestly confused and it makes no sense to me - it makes me ask myself : am I an idiot? Is this too deep and genious for me to understand ? I don't really think am I an idiot; I can't see symbolism in it, there is no imagery or a message.
I -think- I can conclude that the long lines lose the same about the long verses, but they are not my specialty, so I'll leave it with that.
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*WordOfChen Jan 18, 2013  Professional Writer
I think that line just needs a comma removed. I'm rapping these verses so I'm not counting syllables, no matter how I say it, it still comes out alright.

I also don't think that this is too deep, but rather you seem to be overthinking it. It's rather obviously about divorce and two people falling out of love. Hence, their love turns to ash.

I think that way too many people try to look for something in poetry when it's not there, which is why symbolic poetry that is actually more meaningless can sometimes be recognised. I generally feel that sometimes we should just take a step back and enjoy something for the meaning that is displayed. You can take the words literally 'Love Like Ash' it means the Love is like Ash, therefore it must have been burned. To burn something is to destroy it, hence the inference is that Love has been destroyed.

Hope this made it all clearer =P

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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