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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 - 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
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...

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
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
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:

I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.

Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...

Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!

Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crum
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
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
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivance
They Watch UsThey Watch Us:

Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.

I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...

I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.

The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.

And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...

These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,

I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...

As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,

I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.

Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,

Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.

From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,

Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
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
Machine ManMachine Man:

It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".

Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.

We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"

Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?

Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?

Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.

In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,

Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
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
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
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Sweet Bird in A CageSweet Bird in a Cage:

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.

In anger, in ra
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.
It's like starin' at

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Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy

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Practice 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
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Arrr maties,

I figured that on th' days I don't make official releases, instead I'll just put up some poems that I write while practisin' me skills. These are usually never published, but I figured that more releases are better, so MORE IT IS HYAR HAR!

This one was a little bit of a rhymin' splurge, I wanted t' try and see how long I could run connectin' rhymes without losin' the story. Turns out I had t' end it n three stanzas xD

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

P.S. Sorry fer not replyin' t' many o' you, I've been busy workin' on me e-book stuff xD
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~noorelven Jan 7, 2013
neat :D
tell the story and bring it to the present :D
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~Maj0rWhal3WankR Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I really like the style you used here and it showed the story perfectly so BRAVO sir :3
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*WordOfChen Jan 4, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank ye kindly Chase ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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Mood: Wow! ~XxRockFiendxX Dec 20, 2012
wahh so creepy and cool!
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*WordOfChen Jan 4, 2013  Professional Writer
Me deepest thanks, glad ye liked it ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

P.S. Sorry fer replyin' after so long, been busy with me e-book which has just been released
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~iKestrel Dec 19, 2012  Hobbyist
Poor tiny Timmy! 'E don't know what 'it 'im...
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*WordOfChen Jan 4, 2013  Professional Writer
Aye...poor little Timmy indeed xD

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

P.S. Sorry fer replyin' after so long, been busy with me e-book which has just been released
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~ellenah1 Dec 15, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Awesome. Amazing.
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*WordOfChen Jan 4, 2013  Professional Writer
Me two favourite words, thank ye fer enjoyin' this ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

P.S. Sorry fer replyin' after so long, been busy with me e-book which has just been released
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~ellenah1 Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Congrats on the e-book!
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