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Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic 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
Deceptive
Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:

We are dreamers, we humans.

We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...

We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.

I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.

How many times have I been saved by others?

When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expe
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
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
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
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:

I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...

Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,

An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.

In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.

Concentrate...I have to concentrat
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
Black and YellowBlack and Yellow:

See the black hats, with the war paint
The guards are runnin' scared but you know the girls ain't
Soon as we hit the docks, look at all them sailors face
Drop the anchor once and make the ocean shake
Suede insides, with mah rudder roarin'
It's the big ship, you know what I paid for it (for it)
And I got an engine made of metal
Sails unfurl, I'm checkin' game, I'm ballin' out on every level...

Hear them haters talk, but there's nothing you can tell
We're the pirates of the seas and we always fell em
No love for them other crews, we breakin' hearts
Black Fedoras, push to start!

[Chorus:]
Yeah ah ha, you know what
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
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
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
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
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 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
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Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...

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A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
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In most of the stories, whether old or new
It is usually the knight that saves the maiden
But reality is never as sweet as that
And often the truth gets slightly misshapen

But this is a story about the truth;
A tale of Pirates who aided the King
Though most would credit his honoured knights
We know they didn't do a thing...

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The Pirates slipped from their hallowed ship
Like wolves cloaked in wool

They hid amongst the jagged rocks
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A Navigator's TreasureA Navigator's Treasure:

For she who watches the tides of the sea
For she who guides the weary ship.
There is no greater treasure for her
Than a scroll of an ancient writ...

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Was stolen from a dragon's behind
Plucked it out from the creature's rear
whilst it nestled the egg that it held dear

So gold and fine was this glorious egg
That soon my mind began to renege
It was filled with thoughts of gold and riches
So tangible that I nearly pissed me britches

Me accent soon began to change
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Practice Poem - D and D Tongue Twister

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Practice Poem - D&D Tongue Twist:

So here, sit down, get down;
Everyone just f'in' hit the ground.
Cause I'm rhymin' with some rap I stole,
Everyone in the house just sit and roll;
Cause I'm burnin' fire with an Undead Monk
Yeah I play D&D when I'm f'in drunk.
Rush feats that'll make you go mad in black,
You'll scribble all over that fanny pack.

Now I'm crusin' through some Elven Wood,
Searchin' up some dude for the stolen good,
When a dragon pops out snarl and roar,
Man I roll for a 'Fist of Garandor'.
Eight dee six damage added through and through,
'Chain fist' makes me some Dragon Goo.
Got loot poppin' outta my character sheet;
Don't wanna get it stained with my milk and wheat...

So I sit in a tavern restin' up,
While the DM fills his restin' gut.
And his mom comes in the f'in room,

"Hey why didja enter mah lair of doom!"

"Do you want me to bring some pizza rolls?"

"Goddamit Mom I'm the Evil Grole!"

"But do you want some of those f'in pizza rolls?"

"Yeah I'll have some mom just make 'em gold..."




Man, this is why I love comin' over...




-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th January 2013
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HYAR HAR!

T'night I thought I'd show ye all this poem I did fer a bit o' practise ^^

It's about th' time I spent playin' D&D as a young lad. After that I went on t' neverwinter nights and PC version and never really bothered with pen and paper anymore.

Excuse me though if 'Fist of Garandor' and 'Chain Fist' are actual attacks I don't know their damage rolls and just picked them since they sounded like real attacks and made th' poem flow.

Enjoy this bit o' fun lads and lasses ^^

Happy gamin' :3

P.S. If ye want t' make th' DM's lines funnier, try rappin' em in an Eric Cartman voice :3

*Now that that's all done with, shameless pirate self-promotion time as usual*

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-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

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~noorelven Jan 25, 2013
hahahah nice :D
undead monk eh ? i'd be an elven healer priest .... totally squishy and yet throughout the campaign (or the part of it i played) i never died but the hardy characters all died ... several times :D
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*WordOfChen Mar 1, 2013  Professional Writer
I like playing vampires ^^ Whoops wrong game (was thinking about sacred) kehehe. Thanks for enjoying this one :3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~noorelven Mar 3, 2013
haha lol .. :D
welcome :D
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~ChristineAnne25 Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I kinda felt like rapping to it. :meow:
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*WordOfChen Mar 1, 2013  Professional Writer
Haha, then my job is done :3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

P.S. OMG sorry for the late reply >3<
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~MintyMintamin Jan 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
allow me to be unoriginal for a change.
that was probably the best thing i've ever seen about D&D,
they rhyming, and the ending.
second, my DM never had that problem. we had a room all to ourselves in the library nearby our school.
thirdly, you would most likely be the most badass bard of all. i cant play bards sadly, and it's the only class i've played. great early game, but i cant keep up with the damage increases, the health points rising to unseen heights, and the armor classes rising up. i just ended up supporting our Druid, Monk and Rogue who can take the ton of damage *lvl15 213hp, 25AC) and the others could dish out a lot of damage. our rogue could do 300 damage in one turn, max, while our monk oculd do 150 averagely.

that is all. no poems today. . .
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*WordOfChen Mar 1, 2013  Professional Writer
Haha I don't know about traditional DnD so those stats sound a little high (for the Neverwinter Nights version) however, I can understand how damage can get that high xd.

New D&D does allow for some epic bards and other classes :3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

P.S. so sorry for the late reply .3.
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~MintyMintamin Mar 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
. . .nah, my bard managed to have 20 dex and int *they started as 18 though*, but my str was 9.

I heard of epic bards, my mother played one who could killed anyone because he was that good a player. When he negotiated, he actually gave a speech.
He was such a wild card, one day, he ruined the plan of the DM killing everyone. "Okay, since that happened, allow me to demonstrate what we will do next" and threw his entire journal over his shoulder XD


It's fine, Captain. I'm a patient person.
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~Math-Mage Jan 14, 2013
Felt more like a rap than a poem because the meter is rather irregular. I read it in tune to 'Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny' xD

Also, I'm curious about the intent behind the frequent use of 'effin' ' (f'in'), because as I read the poem it seemed more like an awkward syllable-stuffer due to repetition, especially when the DM's mother uses it too.
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*WordOfChen Jan 14, 2013  Professional Writer
I have to politely censor. Substitute with the appropriate word 'fuckin'' and you'll find the meter fits better xD

Also it is clearly a rap, but it's marked as a practice poem because there is no rap category on DA xD

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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