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Sudden Cruelty:
He is a God, or so he believes
He judges others and puts them into stereotypes
Asian? No life! Hispanic? Brainless!
He thinks he has control over his world
A delusion which he has never been able to break
Me? I'm better than them, I'm smarter...
He sits alone in his room, ignoring the emptiness
He sits in front of his computer and passes judgement
Lol, you're wrong. You're stupid. Everything is stupid!
He laughs and smiles at his own cruelty;
He feels powerful and most certainly superior to all
But in the end, it's just a fantasy isn't it?
He curls up in his bed, thinking about tomorrow
Here, he's a king, but out there, what is he?
The guy, whose girlfriend dumped him
The guy, whose boss is younger and smarter
The kid, who has nothing to live for
The man, who has lost it all...
Arrogant and apathetic, cold from a lack of warmth
That is his very nature, that is who he really is
He has nothing to live for, nothing to strive for
He looks at the world and sees nothing, bleak emptiness
Dreams he once had, that were thrown away so long ago
He sighs and takes out a cigarette to smoke:
"If I can't have it, why should anyone else have it?"
He thinks he is a champion
but all that we see, is a child...
"Locked so deeply in despair, he cares for nothing and no one..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 20th July 2012
He is a God, or so he believes
He judges others and puts them into stereotypes
Asian? No life! Hispanic? Brainless!
He thinks he has control over his world
A delusion which he has never been able to break
Me? I'm better than them, I'm smarter...
He sits alone in his room, ignoring the emptiness
He sits in front of his computer and passes judgement
Lol, you're wrong. You're stupid. Everything is stupid!
He laughs and smiles at his own cruelty;
He feels powerful and most certainly superior to all
But in the end, it's just a fantasy isn't it?
He curls up in his bed, thinking about tomorrow
Here, he's a king, but out there, what is he?
The guy, whose girlfriend dumped him
The guy, whose boss is younger and smarter
The kid, who has nothing to live for
The man, who has lost it all...
Arrogant and apathetic, cold from a lack of warmth
That is his very nature, that is who he really is
He has nothing to live for, nothing to strive for
He looks at the world and sees nothing, bleak emptiness
Dreams he once had, that were thrown away so long ago
He sighs and takes out a cigarette to smoke:
"If I can't have it, why should anyone else have it?"
He thinks he is a champion
but all that we see, is a child...
"Locked so deeply in despair, he cares for nothing and no one..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 20th July 2012
Literature
What's Not Being Said
I heard you sigh
but at the time
I didn't say a word;
I saw you cry
but didn't know
your voice was so unheard.
I felt you break
but truly thought
I shouldn't be around;
For my own sake
I should have fought
to keep your feelings sound.
Please, listen to what's not being said.
Literature
History Is Never Made By Those Who Behave
We are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies
But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes
Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song
The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave
So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tame
Literature
Writers Block
There is a heart in a ribcage
And a brain sitting in a skull
There is a history that is void
And potential which is null
Just puddles of inspiration
Where the vast ocean once sprayed
An endless tide of moonshine
Swelled upon my parchment page
There's a brain sitting in a skull
There is a heart in a ribcage
There is ink in my fountain pen
But still no words on my page
Just embers of inspiration
Where a great fire once roared
I'll stoke it with those memories
I've been afraid of and ignored
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Author's Comment:
People often ask me. Why do I just take insults? People throw vulgarities at me and I just brush over it.
Well, to put it this way. I can only talk from personal experience, but my daily life is so busy I have no time to do anything between preparing the next piece, touching base with everyone and just generally getting things done. I realise that those with the time for other matters, don't have anything that's really precious to them. They get angry, feel good for awhile and then it's back to whatever awaits them...that's pretty sad if you ask me :/ So I humour them ^^ Least I could do I feel, I used to be like that after all.
Also, a lot of people ask me why front page means so much to me. Well, it's actually the principal behind what's happening really. Denying someone the front page because they get popular too often is like the following scenario:
You've just won a race. You woke up at 7 in the morning to train. You went on a diet. You worked hard. Through that, you won the race and crossed the finish line. You go to the award ceremony. They tell you that, because you've won last time, the next guy gets to have first place and you get a consolation prize. They say that a lot of people saw you win last time and you have a lot of fans now, so it's fine to just get a consolation and go home.
I think that if that happened at ANY sporting event, the person would feel pretty upset. So, if it's not okay for sport, why is it okay for art and literature? Food for thought.
-Chen
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Author's Comment:
People often ask me. Why do I just take insults? People throw vulgarities at me and I just brush over it.
Well, to put it this way. I can only talk from personal experience, but my daily life is so busy I have no time to do anything between preparing the next piece, touching base with everyone and just generally getting things done. I realise that those with the time for other matters, don't have anything that's really precious to them. They get angry, feel good for awhile and then it's back to whatever awaits them...that's pretty sad if you ask me :/ So I humour them ^^ Least I could do I feel, I used to be like that after all.
Also, a lot of people ask me why front page means so much to me. Well, it's actually the principal behind what's happening really. Denying someone the front page because they get popular too often is like the following scenario:
You've just won a race. You woke up at 7 in the morning to train. You went on a diet. You worked hard. Through that, you won the race and crossed the finish line. You go to the award ceremony. They tell you that, because you've won last time, the next guy gets to have first place and you get a consolation prize. They say that a lot of people saw you win last time and you have a lot of fans now, so it's fine to just get a consolation and go home.
I think that if that happened at ANY sporting event, the person would feel pretty upset. So, if it's not okay for sport, why is it okay for art and literature? Food for thought.
-Chen
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I think that your poem was very well written. It was rhythmic and had a professional feel to it. Even though there may have been some use of incorrect punctuation, it was used in a way that only added to the effect of the poetry. I believe your message was clearly presented and fully expressed. If I may suggest a specific area of improvement it could be that there may be a more suitable title. I do not mean that the title is unsuitable, but only that I believe you could have done better. All-in-all, it is a fine work.