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October 4, 2012
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She's Not Your Toy:

Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...

Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean

The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...

A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...

Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...

A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates

She will not move from here, because it would change nothing
She will not speak, for in her mind it has not happened
She ignores the tears that run down her cheeks
fervently praying that she will finally wake up
But as the hours pass, her hope vanishes
and she is left completely hollow...

No one will know, no one has to know
I'll act like I usually do tomorrow
and nothing will be different
everything is fine
everything is fine
everything is fine

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th October 2012
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Author's Comment:

Alright, so as I stated this is a poem dealing with 'rape'.

I chose not to use the traditional portrayal of rape involving lots of violence and struggles and screams, because the trauma that the victim feels generally causes them to clam up instead.

As one intelligent individual quoted, most of the rapes are never reported, most know their attacker and it can occur anywhere anytime.

It was for that reason that I chose to portray a scene where the victim knows the attacker (i'll leave the relationship up to you) and is basically unable to fight back because the trauma of the event is so hard that she can't even put it into words. Instead during the event she just escapes into her own mind, completely emotionless and dead.

The originally piece was going to be longer, but I shortened it because the most emotional scene, whilst definitely jerking tears since I made myself cry will acting out the scenario in my head...was waaay too long and split the meaning of the poem turning it into a story (which I didn't want). Therefore I left it as is and I hope you all enjoy it.

This will probably be my last dark piece for awhile, I think I'll be working with love songs and other stuff for awhile xD Community needs more fun after this and I intend to provide ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
Sorry I'm A Man Sorry I'm A Man:

He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
No features
No face
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be

The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail

"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure

Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity

Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a
Where Angels Play Where Angels Play:

A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?

How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
If only
I am barely breathing...

The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...

The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering

Do I alone escape this and find my peace
Why I Hate My Life Why I Hate My Life:

Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle

The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement

The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house

I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church

I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it

My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have

Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
My Beautiful Filth My 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

Other Literature by Me:
Mercenary 1-1 MERCENARY

Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty

Release One: Pages 1 - 3

THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si
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This is an amazing piece of writing and it brought me close to tears because I've been though such a situation before.

You executed this perfectly and did well with the vision this brings to mind. For me, I imagine a relative forcing this upon a girl. Perhaps a father or grandfather?

Originality is a little lower just because a lot of people write about this sort of thing, but the way you did it was different, in terms of how you left the victim silent and went deep into their mind.

Overall, the impact is overwhelming, as is this piece. I can relate, and I'm sure plenty of others can too. It brought out emotions from me, which is something most pieces cant do for me.

Well done, and thank you for sharing. <3
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This was amazingly powerful. I have to say that the imagery is very potent, and you can just see this scene unfolding before your eyes. It's extremely accurate, as well; many victims to just tend to clam up when something of this nature happens to them. I think that you got the emotions of this spot-on. I have to say that the execution was very well done, and the flow was very fluid and smooth. Overall, I like everything about it; it was very powerful and moving, and it haunts you. Definitely a piece that haunts long after the final line has been read.
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manna45243 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2013  Professional Writer
I've been there, and while blunt, your writing is real. For a short poem I do like it, I happen to be a much more emotional writer. It's nice to see something similar to one of my topics in a different form, it gives a different perspective. Well done.
Colourfulcreations Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fantastic writing and finally I have founds words that express some small amount of the terror I felt as a victim of rape. 
GaYtAcOs Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
this truly made me want to cry. you can see an all to clear picture of this which is even more disturbing. the words just kind of paint that horrifyingly numb feeling all to well. very very good work
WordOfChen Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you kindly for enjoying it, yes, t'was designed t' be rather chillin'  ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
GaYtAcOs Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I noticed. I enjoyed the style though. as I said, excellent work :)
MasterKitty19 Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2013  Student Photographer
Wow I like this but the fact that it has my name made freak out a bit.
WordOfChen Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2013  Professional Writer
Well don't worry, it's just a story ^^ Thank you for enjoying it :3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
MasterKitty19 Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2013  Student Photographer
lol yeah I know it was like whoa my name is in it.
ComeAlongPond14 Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Incredible. Horrifying. Honest. I can relate to this more than I like.
WordOfChen Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you, I hope to do something even better in future ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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