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She Waits For Me:

Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom

The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity

Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee

Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!

But tonight I shall end this worthless pain
With a single act, let it all be done
I will burn my eyes and cast them out
For our game has just begun...

"Come spirit, let us end this you and I..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th July 2012
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Arrr maties,

Tonight as ye know, me net be dead, so sadly a lot of things will have to wait. However I will make up for the dedz. Ye have me word on that.

More importantly, I wanted ta do somethin' a little different from tha usual horror stuff. I mean tha clean cut approach be the usual yammer about tha' spirit hauntin' a man and tha man commits suicide and everything ends. Nah, not me style. I wanted to do something with a twist and so here ya go. Tha spirit pushed a man to madness, but what if he is mad enough ta fight back? Game on ghosts...game on...

However, I should probably note that a part of tha reason I wanted ta do this sort of thing is that many individuals feel that things in this world can't be changed. Personally, they can, it's just a matter of determination and whether or not ye have someone ta lean on when times get rough. If ye don't accept yer faults right from the beginning and look to change yerself ta improve and evolve. If ye cling ta the ideal that people should accept ye fer what ye are and no less...then, I'm afraid that sometimes, that isn't going to play out well.

Start with a mirror...and don't run from ye own reflection.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
Barely Breathing - [link]
An Epic Legend - [link]
The Tomb of Khaine - [link]
To Save a Princess - [link]

Other Prose by Me:
Sanguine Chapter 1 - Release 4 - [link]
Pirate: The Legend of Chenbeard, Chapter 1 - Release 1 - [link]
Mercenary Chapter 1 - Release 1 - [link]
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This is a beautifully haunting and chilling poem. There is power in every line, both in italics and not. Throughout there is an air of fear or dread of "her" appearing. I cannot make up my mind as to whether the narrator of the poem is seeing ghosts or if "she" is a figment of the narrator's imagination. Perhaps a ghost of a memory? In my opinion, the narrator seems guilty.

"She" seems to enjoy torturing him/her with words grins and "mercilessly chilling" touches. The title leads me to believe that either "she" is waiting for the narrator to make the decision between carrying on living or to end his/her life. Either way "she" gets some sadistic pleasure. If he/she stays alive "she" will carry on torturing him the way "she" has been doing and if he/she dies, they get to play the game.


Which then brings me onto the topic of the game. The only clue as to what it is are the lines "For our game has just begun... Come spirit, let us end this you and I...". I believe that the game is to settle a dispute or grudge that the two have against each other. Be it through manipulation or otherwise, I truly do not know.
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Very interesting piece. Reminds me much of Creepypastas I've read, where the protagonist is slowly driven mad to the point of suicide by an evil force outside of the realms of normal situations. I should like to know where you got your inspiration, and how pieces like this have thus evaded my sight, as you have excellent artistic vision. It makes me wonder what sort of creature this is: a vampire as she in a way takes your life from you, a ghost as it is obviously haunting, or some sort of Bloody Mary creature, due to your wish to destroy the mirrors. I like how you rhymed some of the stanzas ending with each other, poems always seem to be better when they do this, or at least more creative with word choice. Anyways, bravo! I'll definitely be checking out some of your other works.
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TwiUnderSeeker Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2012
Another Great.
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samuraishoujo95 Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
now this is pure awesomness OwO
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Soulmech1 Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2012
whistles* amazing
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reflectionsinwater Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Very interesting and well written indeed! A sense of irony between beginning and ending of the fear, as though the deed is already done. Haunting!
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KrazyLittleAngel Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2012  Student General Artist
When I was a little girl I had a nightmare kind of like that. She was inside my room with me and began walking with speed to get to me. I was so scared and she was so ugly and full of hate.

As she got to my bedside my paralyzing fear turned into a fight response instead. I quickly jumped to my feet and maneuvered around her arms that had almost grabbed me. A conveniently dreamed up a broom with a sharpened handle and I impaled her through her back so fast with all my might.

Then I stood there looking at her impaled corpse that left her midway down a sharpened dream broom lodged in my bed. And I felt safe and saw she was just scary and evil but also easily defeated....by a child. I was 11 years old. I'm almost 34 now and I remember that vividly. The dream was in black and green.

Shortly after that dream I began having similar ones with different details. Same point though. Paralyzing fear and a spooky female looking all twisted like she stepped of out a tv from a terribly ridiculous movie like the ring... lol

That female, after the first one I mentioned, became my mom. For years I would dream of being in my room or house and some scary, freaky thing was coming after me, baring a striking resemblance to my mommy dearest.

As I got older certain things came to play that resulted in those nightmares finally stopping. I think I was 15 when they stopped. So that process took about 4 years. She no longer paralyzes me with fear in any way. Not even when I sleep.

I love this poem :blackrose:
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Midnight-Godess2472 Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2012  Student General Artist
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SkylaStar Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2012
I REALLY like this piece. I'm not sure what it is exactly that I like about it so much, but it was beautifully done. And the fact that he does that last act in order to continue their "game"... This just... I love it so much. :D
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moodyCarola Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2012
reminds me of Hagrid The comment, yeah does right no running from my self...:)
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DrowningSignificance Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
I keep reading these incredible poems and wonder who wrote it then at the bottom I often see your name. Keep writing :)
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Yaoi-is-my-bestie-jk Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2012  Student General Artist
Amazingly Speechless
(And I always have something to say!)

My favorite stanza was
'The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity"
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