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Sensual Torture:
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the signal for our show to begin.
The pain and the pressure of blinking with torn eyelids
Will most likely force you to scrunch up your entire face.
And as you endure this agonizing trial, the first droplet of blood
Will slowly ride down toward your wounded eyes;
A gentle river of red, flowing down your skin.
It will eventually fall against your Sclera, searing it, burning it
It will make you blink and shiver with pain as your body jerks and convulses.
An endless cycle of discomfort and suffering, as that which should relieve it
Perpetuates it for an eternity...
That my friend, is when you truly realise what I can do with you
That is when you will pray to your gods for release; but none will come.
And I shall enjoy every moment of watching your mind break
As I gently and tenderly lick the cold sweat away from your neck.
The taste of fear, the gasps of air that are locked within your lungs;
A sensual torture that is beyond imagining. This pain, this pleasure
Is my gift to you. It is my art, my worship and my devotion
To the Lady whom I serve eternally.
Now tell me my dearest Bishop:
"Where is the temple keeping my loving queen Morgana?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2012
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the signal for our show to begin.
The pain and the pressure of blinking with torn eyelids
Will most likely force you to scrunch up your entire face.
And as you endure this agonizing trial, the first droplet of blood
Will slowly ride down toward your wounded eyes;
A gentle river of red, flowing down your skin.
It will eventually fall against your Sclera, searing it, burning it
It will make you blink and shiver with pain as your body jerks and convulses.
An endless cycle of discomfort and suffering, as that which should relieve it
Perpetuates it for an eternity...
That my friend, is when you truly realise what I can do with you
That is when you will pray to your gods for release; but none will come.
And I shall enjoy every moment of watching your mind break
As I gently and tenderly lick the cold sweat away from your neck.
The taste of fear, the gasps of air that are locked within your lungs;
A sensual torture that is beyond imagining. This pain, this pleasure
Is my gift to you. It is my art, my worship and my devotion
To the Lady whom I serve eternally.
Now tell me my dearest Bishop:
"Where is the temple keeping my loving queen Morgana?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2012
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Faith
I love your belief in God.
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wis
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You Are Now Gone
Perhaps you were my oxygen
As without you I cannot breathe
Stars reminded me of your eyes
My love, why did you have to leave?
So out of the blue you left me
In to black my fragile heart broke
A thousand lost words were exchanged
Yet not one single word was spoke
I'm focusing on my time piece
I've given you peace for some time
Though love is clearly black and white
Friendship is harder to define
It's the shades of grey that haunt me
Those seeds of love we didn't sow
The memories we never made
Our bloom that has refused to grow
The pressure I feel without you
This volcano shall soon erupt
But I will implode silently
This was
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Spineless
My mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed.
My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask.
I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreci
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Author's Comment:
Arrr maties, this be me last official poem before me hiatus (I may still write on some days t' take a break). I'll be back full time on the 20th of November with another comeback episode on the 21st (where I'll do multiple readings of poems).
Anyway, about this poem itself. It's actually a scene preview for the story I'll be working on over the summer, containing an ALL NEW writing format that I've created. It's a Chen-style format and it will allow me to combine first-person and third-person writing. Want to see it? It's coming!
The scene I used is actually the main protagonist (though he's a villain) of the series, torturing one of the temple's Bishops. This character, Lin'Chen the Necromancer, is a dark and clearly sadistic individual with deep knowledge of pain. I mean common devices like thumb screws and the rack are all nice, but this is something you can do just by strapping someone in a chair and keeping them tied down. He prefers an elegant torture, because pain is an art and inflicting it is worship/devotion.
To those who requested the really sadistic darkness, I hope that this satisfies you. I certainly enjoyed writing it mmm...
Pirate accent will also be back on the 21st wh00
-Captain Chenbeard o' th' Black Fedora Pirates
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If you'd like to hear me read this poem LIVE and do a little comedy then then check out episode 4 of my live show here: [link]
Author's Comment:
Arrr maties, this be me last official poem before me hiatus (I may still write on some days t' take a break). I'll be back full time on the 20th of November with another comeback episode on the 21st (where I'll do multiple readings of poems).
Anyway, about this poem itself. It's actually a scene preview for the story I'll be working on over the summer, containing an ALL NEW writing format that I've created. It's a Chen-style format and it will allow me to combine first-person and third-person writing. Want to see it? It's coming!
The scene I used is actually the main protagonist (though he's a villain) of the series, torturing one of the temple's Bishops. This character, Lin'Chen the Necromancer, is a dark and clearly sadistic individual with deep knowledge of pain. I mean common devices like thumb screws and the rack are all nice, but this is something you can do just by strapping someone in a chair and keeping them tied down. He prefers an elegant torture, because pain is an art and inflicting it is worship/devotion.
To those who requested the really sadistic darkness, I hope that this satisfies you. I certainly enjoyed writing it mmm...
Pirate accent will also be back on the 21st wh00
-Captain Chenbeard o' th' Black Fedora Pirates
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A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
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Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
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~
There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.
There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.
There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.
There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...
~
There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.
There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.
There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.
There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...
~
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It's a special place to me.
I love this little g
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Wheesh! Well Capt'n, I gotta hand you freddy. No need for sudden distaste and/or confusiion, freDdy's just whatl mine ownself calls 'genuine praise'. N that aint no bullocks, neither. Don't trust me, and I shudd know; im the epitome of ..... good.- ness..??