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The Secret GardenThe Secret Garden:

To those who are waiting in the silent shadows;
To the sisters I've been trying so hard to find.
It is time we came together as one
For here we shall leave the past behind...

In this secret garden, my voice is clear
Soft and gentle like the flowing wind.
Yet here I am; a dirty spirit
A simple soul that sinned...

Gathered in silence, bearing cowls of night
You've come like moths, to a burning light.
These lovely witchlings, so tender and lush
Soon I will give you, a blessed blush...

Take my marking into your flesh
And bear the stigma of our ancient creed...
Tonight you feast in my humble honour
For in your b

A World of BloodA World of Blood:

The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...

Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...

The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...

My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...

The blind shall follo

No Meaning, Just FeelingNo Meaning, Just Feeling:

It's all just words across the page
You put them together in an angry rage.
You wanted to get these feelings out
But writing's not what this is about...

You're tired of expressing
How you think you feel.
You'd rather just scream
At least it's real....

No sense or logic
Just raw emotion.
Like the churning waves
Of a sleeping ocean.

Destroy the structure
Of all you say.
Take away the illusions
They get in the way...

Just say what you think
And you might go free.
But maybe this isn't how it's supposed to be...

"Is it really not possible, to scream through words?"

-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st April 2012

HeroHero:

I stand upon the highest mountain
And call to the clouded sky.
I can hear the murmurs of heaven
As the light begins to die.

The world we used to believe in;
Once filled with the flowers to bloom.
Is now caged by its own animosity;
Like a twisted asylum room...

How long do we have to stand here
Pleading to the ignorant skies?
We can scream with all of our voices
But the heavens turn their eyes...

I'm afraid that waiting for a hero
Is simply not going to do.
Because love alone won't save us;
And I think you know that too...

Some things we have to fight for;
We cannot build on broken stone.
We must start by returning to

Pauper's DreamsPauper's Dreams:

The dry autumn leaves
Are like the dreams of the poor
Crunching beneath feet...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th April 2012

The FarseerThe Farseer:

Born from the union of an Angel and a Witch
The farseer is a creature of terrible might.
Granted the wisdom of his blessed father;
He bears the gift of a clairvoyant's sight...

His eyes can pierce the veil of uncertainty
And look beyond into the crystal of fate...
The myriad of futures reflected in its surface;
Is his to acknowledge and collate.

He scribes them down in an enchanted book
It is titled 'The Tome of Dying Shades'.
For as the future becomes the present;
The scribbled pages fade...

It is for this reason that he may never lie
Else the future would shatter; to be born anew.
That much we've learned from his

AddictionAddiction:

The lights are out and I'm feeling manic
My heart is thumping in a shivering panic.
It's like I'm hitting, my all time low;
How many more; do I have to go?

Hello, hello, can you hear me speak?
I'm afraid my voice is getting weak.
My screams and sounds are growing quiet;
I need those pills; I'm growing tired...

Without them I'm colourless, just an empty face
Oh no, oh no, I'm in a dirty place...
I don't know how and I don't know why;
But it's just so hard to say goodbye.

When you need a feeling, when you need a high;
It's really easy to tell the lie:
'I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a trial!'
But you can't hear, your o

The Witch HunterThe Witch Hunter:

The morning is cold with a solemn chill
As the black wagon rolls into town.
The people are silent, like a funeral wake;
Their eyes never leave the ground...

The choked rasp of hindered breathing
Can be heard as he emerges from within.
The priest bearing the book of executions;
It is bound with the blackest strings...

Let evil be destroyed on this lovely day
The priest growls with a twisted grin.
He signals to his companion, who steps out lightly
This man shall purge this town of sin!

The priest then opens the book and waits;
His companion simply gazes into the crowd.
He looks as though he is listening;
And ap

Wings of DespairWings of Despair:

A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...

It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....

From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter string

Sweet Little AngelsSweet Little Angels:

You always loved them and cared for them deeply
They were the joy of your life and you held them close.
Until one day, sadly, they were taken from you
and your heart was torn by the pain and grief...

But remember always, that they will watch over you
though you might not feel them presently

You can hear their whispers when the wind is blowing
and you can feel their warmth on the lonely nights

They will always remain in your memories
For that is where you keep a part of them
A loving part that will never fade

Therefore, do not think of them as being 'gone'
Instead take heart in the fact that they are waiting

The Enemy WithinThe Enemy Within:

I have nothing that I can give
Cause I was never taught to live
How do I know what is pain?
I disappear into the rain

Carry me on angel's arms
Don't let me ever come to harm
The blade will cut into my skin
I face the enemy within...

And I feel him, and I feel him cry
And I feel him, and I feel him cry

Dear Enemy
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Dear Enemy...

Suddenly the lights go out
I open up and try to shout
Gasping out my final cry
Is this how I'm meant to die?

Lead me home once again
Let me face this world and then-
I will try to get control
Won't let this fee

Breaking PointBreaking Point:

Who was I to question you to start?
My reflection now we split apart.
Hate the way your looking at my pain;
I hid my tears in the falling rain.

Forget the way I thought I used to be
I see the man now he isn't me.
He's like a ghost with a shaken past
I don't know how he's gonna last.

Sometimes I feel like I'm giving in
I hit the bottle full of naked sin.
I try to lose the hell I'm living in
But now I'm stuck with my only friend.

I spent nights on the window pane
Look at families playin' family games
Wonder why I'm stickin' outside;
I'm just a monster on the inside...

What happened to the dream I used to feel?

Without JoyA bard may choose to sing a song of happy days and eternal bliss
But why should I sing of happiness, when misery is all that is?
The suffering we see around us, is tantamount to hell
Yet we accept these horrid days; caught within a spell

Perhaps I'm simply being morbid, a soul disturbed by a darker voice
Or perhaps I am the whispered truth; personified by choice.
I will not speak of revelations nor of better days to come
In terms of hope for the future; I'd rather remain mum.

For the world I've seen has shown to me, that pain equates to life
I'm sure you've tried it many times on the edge of a sharpened knife

Why would you open embi

Heavy StressI seem to be awake at night
For my mind is rushing on
The stress will always haunt me
Into the hours of the morn

I've never been a nervous man
But some nights I need to think
I find myself so filled with stress
I seek the bathroom sink

Vomiting, vomiting
Out it goes
Everything emerges
And chokes the nose

The dizzying thoughts of this bitter stress
Forgive me mother, I can't be the best...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th May 2012

Inner BeautyInner Beauty:

The very best of fruit
Is not the most beautiful;
But is simply sweet.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th May 2012

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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

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

A Special Happy BirthdayA Special Happy Birthday:

Your birthday is a special day,
It comes but once a year.
And so I've made this little poem
For those that I hold dear.

You've lived and grown another year
And now you've come of age.
It is time for you to show yourself
Upon this worldly stage.

Some are artists, some are troops
Some are sportsmen throwing hoops.
Some are writers, some are bad,
Some might be the best we've had

Others are fixers, others will fax
A gamer might use some mighty hacks;
There is a plethora of choices for you,
So do what in your heart is true.

But for today let us just have fun
Rock the world and then be done.
For a birthd

Sensual TortureSensual 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 appe

An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father:

The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.

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!

Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -

Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood

Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hun

This is Halloween!This is Halloween:

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...

This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Hallo

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Swan Song

by *WordOfChen, Apr 27, 2012, 8:48:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Swan Song:

Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...

The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.

I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...

A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...

But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...

At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of disdain...

I clutched the giblets of her broken body
Like an empty doll with puppet strings.
I wanted to believe that it was a dream
But the pain of blood, it stings...

I can't recall the number of screams
Nor the number of times I cried...
But I know that I lost a piece of me
A gentle part that died.

There is no mercy left in me
No pity in this frame.
For those who took my sister away;
I shall make them play a game...

We'll wager our lives as betting chips
And they have until the light of dawn.
To escape the fate of obliteration;
As I sing my soulless song...

"Edea my dearest sister, I will see you soon in the spirit's embrace..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th April 2012

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Arrr me hearties, this be the SECOND release of Witch Week.

I decided I would work with something a little more on the tragedy side. Still vengeful, but I wanted to work more sorrow into it.

The darkness of the witch hunts manifested themselves, not just in terms of casualties, but also, in terms of the families lost...

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

OTHER POEMS BY ME:

The Secret Garden - [link]
What is Love? - [link]
Shards of Me - [link]
No Meaning, Just Feeling - [link]
Hey Dad - [link]
Delusion - [link]

OTHER LITERATURE BY ME:

SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1 - [link]

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~noorelven May 17, 2012

One scary witch!!!
Malal: just because she invokes me and you are my disciple doesnt mean you are immune from my wrath! rather you are more prone to it *evil smile*
*Noor runs ... but is incapable of avoiding blizzard spell*

*WordOfChen May 25, 2012 Professional Writer

Bwahaha, Nice one :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

P.S. Deeply sorry for taking so long to reply to you, I've been absolutely bogged down in work T^T

~noorelven May 26, 2012

~o0SHeeP0o May 15, 2012

someone said that there cant be two conflicting emotions at once, who needs mercy when there is a revenge to complete, [three eyes for one eye, because mine is worth more] <-- by shayniminne, someone from a dream

*WordOfChen May 25, 2012 Professional Writer

I see, interesting O_O

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

P.S. Deeply sorry for taking so long to reply to you, I've been absolutely bogged down in work T^T

~o0SHeeP0o May 27, 2012

hahahahhaa the people in my dream are so cool

*WordOfChen May 30, 2012 Professional Writer

glad ta hear it :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~o0SHeeP0o May 30, 2012

hahahahaha actually my first crush was on someone from a dream, and it still is :L

*WordOfChen May 30, 2012 Professional Writer

Awww that's cute :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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