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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
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
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:

Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,

Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.

Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,

And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.

It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,

It cared not for the sensation of pain...

All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -

One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!

Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,

And in that moment, it learned of the truth.

For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -

was me...

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
Deceptive
Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
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
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
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:

Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?

Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.

As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.

A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.

These are the li
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
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
Practice Poem - D and D Tongue TwisterPractice 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 she
Counting All the VoicesCounting All The Voices:

How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.

       As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.

I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.

       But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!

Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept

       That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...

Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/

-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013
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
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
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A Tale of Pirates 10==EVENT SEQUENCE==

Aisuru considered the various missions available and settled for the one he felt most strongly about. "I won't allow any scum, rat or otherwise, to take hostages of those who are unable to defend themselves!" Aisuru growled. He rolled 9(+2 INT), and ran off to find out who was kidnapped and why. George the Lieutenant decides to accompany him. "SNATCHING CHILDREN! ATTACKING CIVILIANS! This makes my blood boil," George, full of rage, rolls 15 and stalks off, swords drawn, to hunt down the amoral rats. he informs Aisuru that he will head to the guard house first and question the local Captain.

Upon reaching the guard househe
Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:

They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...

"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"

It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...

They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small fo
Living a LieLiving a Lie:

I feel like I've awakened from a comatose state
And the world has gone on without me.
I stretch my legs and take a walk outside
And for the very first time I see:

A strange kind of beauty, that is utterly alluring
It calls out to my spirit with the gentlest of cries.
I'm afraid to admit, for it was rather unmanly,
That I left with tears in my eyes...

I can't imagine how I could have forgotten
The very way that I used to walk...
I remember now my habitual actions
And I've even learned to talk!

"Arrr me hearties, good day to ya all
It be a fine day ta sail on tha sea
And if we find a plethora o' treasure;
Then yer
The Secret of the TreesBeneath the glow of the twisting moon, we can feel
a horror beginning its birth. The serpent will slither
into a moistened cave and the blood will spill from broken lips

The secret was hidden beneath the trees, where the lovers
were kissed and never told. Yet the stains remain upon the grass.
Never to be erased...

How many times will I return, to a place I wish
I'd never see. Perhaps it is a way for me
To think of that which I regret...

But the man would never remind himself, of the horror
unleashed beneath falling leaves. The petals bear witness
to the struggled screaming, muffled by hands and feet.

A choking embodiment of sweat
VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastes
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.

But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie
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

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Practice Poem - Man In Cage

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Practice 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 that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...




Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage




-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
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Arrr me hearties,

T'night I decided t' release this practice piece I did. More as a way of promotin' meself now that it's close t' the release date of me e-book.

In any case this poem was me experiment with the concept of an 'abstract poem'. That is t' say one that doesn't outright state its meaning and leaves you t' guess many things about it.

I can certainly say it was very difficult t' try and keep t' a concrete base idea while still keeping things relatively subtle. I doubt this could be considered anywhere near good but I suppose it wasn't bad fer a first practice run at the abstract stuff. I'm much more used to just splashing th' theme outright I suppose, rather than keepin' it hidden.

Also you might notice a kind of urban/spoken word feel t' this piece and if ye did, then yer right. I used slam as the basis for it ^^

Enjoy :3

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Critique by ~Maj0rWhal3WankR Jan 3, 2013, 12:55:05 AM
You're right this poem couldn't be considered anywhere near good because that would be an understatement: This piece is simply amazing :D There really isn't anything to point out that needs improvement so I'll just get to the rating:

Vision - 5 stars because you stuck with the theme and the character's thoughts are shown very aesthetically where it is almost as if I am the one experiencing it all.

Originality - 5 starts because I have never seen any other piece nearly like this one; it really stands out as well as originality can.

Technique - 5 stars because you made it to be abstract and, although I may have an assumption of what the piece is about, I'm not really sure what the concrete idea behind this is and so it was executed very well.

Impact - 5 stars because everyone seems to think about it a good bit, myself included, and that is a very effective way to impact the reader; if we never thought about it it wouldn't stay with us after we clicked off of this page.

Perfect score all around and I hope to see more of this style from you soon ^^
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Critique by ~weekendhunters Jan 1, 2013, 9:36:07 PM
Amazing! I like this poem. It captures precisely what we would usually feel whenever we take our revenge or inflict pain on someone, despite being taught that it is wrong and only adds to the chain of suffering, yet we do it, because deep inside, we actually enjoy it.

Furthermore, we would keep on trying to justify it, no matter how feeble, on why we did such a thing, just so that we could do it again. But deep inside, the feeling of guilt is still there, and it latches on to you even as you try to forget it or trying to justify it, but in the end, you must bear the scars of your own guilt.
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~poetryfreak15 Jan 3, 2013
Very unique. Wonderful writing!
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*WordOfChen Jan 4, 2013  Professional Writer
Aye me thanks friend :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~poetryfreak15 Jan 4, 2013
you're most welcome :)
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~SirCrashIII Jan 2, 2013
Wonderful piece!~
Thank you very much my friend!
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*WordOfChen Jan 4, 2013  Professional Writer
Yer most welcome, twas just what was in my mind :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~DarkZelda15 Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
For a practice poem, I believe this rather. I believe this is about revenge and hatred, how it made him feel better while all the while he became insane. This was very interesting, I can't wait to see other tries at abstract poetry.
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*WordOfChen Jan 4, 2013  Professional Writer
huhuhu, we'll just have t' see what this pirate comes up with ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~DanceInInfinity Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Interesting. I liked this poem a lot. Well done.
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*WordOfChen Jan 4, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank ye, I enjoyed the abstract style :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~neckbeardalmighty Jan 1, 2013
More angsty emo lyrics! Awesome.
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