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Memories of WarMemories of War:

What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...

A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?

Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...

And the world will soon forget.

Fill my heart with this regret?

For the victims written in stone.

Unspoken sin you now atone...

Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain

Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:

I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.

I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.

Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -

One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.

Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.

Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.

An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;

Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013

Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:

Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-

When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!

But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-

Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!

Stop for

BelovedBeloved:

Perfectly pleasant
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:

We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.

But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.

I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.

And that's all it

The PoetThe Poet:

He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...

He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.

He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.

Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wonderin

Counting All the VoicesCounting All The Voices:

How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.

As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.

I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.

But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!

Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept

That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...

Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/

-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013

Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:

I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...

Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,

An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.

In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.

Concentrate...I have to concentrat

Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:

Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.

Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...

Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...

Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012

Deceptive

Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

Painted SkinPainted Skin:

He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.

"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."

His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.

"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"

You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked wit

UndyingUndying:

How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!

The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!

You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.

You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put

Practice Poem - D and D Tongue TwisterPractice Poem - D&D Tongue Twist:

So here, sit down, get down;
Everyone just f'in' hit the ground.
Cause I'm rhymin' with some rap I stole,
Everyone in the house just sit and roll;
Cause I'm burnin' fire with an Undead Monk
Yeah I play D&D when I'm f'in drunk.
Rush feats that'll make you go mad in black,
You'll scribble all over that fanny pack.

Now I'm crusin' through some Elven Wood,
Searchin' up some dude for the stolen good,
When a dragon pops out snarl and roar,
Man I roll for a 'Fist of Garandor'.
Eight dee six damage added through and through,
'Chain fist' makes me some Dragon Goo.
Got loot poppin' outta my character she

I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):

You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.

Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...

I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...

Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...

I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself ho

My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:

We are dreamers, we humans.

We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...

We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.

I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.

How many times have I been saved by others?

When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
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Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:

You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!

I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?

Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promi

Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,

Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...

In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder

Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,

Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last

That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.

A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer

To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;

For the little soldier boy, once marching home.

"Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012

I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.

The struggles that plague me, though none may know,

Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles

Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine

I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.

Though the silence continues to press upon me,

Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.

Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,

If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012

Yeah I'm Stupid!Yeah I'm Stupid!:

Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to — as they say in slang —
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?

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Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme — rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Str

Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:

It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness—
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood…

The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness—
A single pounce would end my life…

Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore—
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint…

What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a questio

This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:

With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...

-

When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told—
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light…

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These Words Aren't Pretty

by *WordOfChen, Jan 20, 2013, 8:35:42 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

These Words Aren't Pretty:

My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel

And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight

And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound

So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.

So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like the city of Gotham, where my poetry bleeds
I'm just the poet they've got, but not the one they need...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st January 2013

These Words Aren't Prettyby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Aye maties,

After a long break, I be back. Honestly the recent stress has left me unable to write and during those days I'd see all the other poets writing beautiful things and I'd feel envious.

I tried to imitate it and failed, but that's when I realised that I should do what I'm good at, because the difference in my style is what makes it unique. In addition to being a horror and fantasy poet, I am (probably more than anything) an urban poet.

What I write is what is real and the streets will always be a part of me and my work. Thankfully though, I don't walk them with a cigarette in my mouth anymore.

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

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Critique by ~iGeekCharming Jan 21, 2013, 2:05:46 PM

These Words Aren't Pretty

I was stoked to see you had returned, and even more so, when I read this piece. You talk about the words you write, and how raw they are, so much so, that they aren't pretty. You look at other Poets work, and compare it to yours, and you find that it isn't the same, smooth feeling. Which is how I feel when I look at your work.

The flow on this piece is brilliant, you present your feelings through a rap verse, filled with truthful emotion. You get by what it is that you wanted to get by.

The truth about the way you feel in this poem is what sets it off the most for me. Because even someone as talented as you, has these feelings. It's something I can relate to, and I feel you did a superb job, to say the least.

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Critique by ~Arashi-taichou Jan 21, 2013, 7:37:59 AM

There is a definite feel and rhythm to this piece. It captured me from the start, especially with the kind of references you made. If rap was like this more often than what it is about today (all drinking and smoking and crazy-club-sexy-dance-time and the n-word) then perhaps I would actually listen to more than just Eminem.
But I digress from my point.
You have a talent with writing in your own amazing way. Other writers should inspire you, yes, but you should never feel inferior (or superior) to them; for everyone has their own feel, their own rhythm, and their own experiences to guide their words.
Honestly, I just keep reading this particular poem/rap over and over again because I really like the message and the way you string your words together. I would love to hear this spoken with a beat behind it.
All in all, excellent work.

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~Maj0rWhal3WankR Apr 29, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I haven't been on in soooo long and so this was like a straight up present for my return xD Amazing job captain, I really liked the Batman part (and the rest of it too)

*A7XFan666 Apr 4, 2013

Amazingly written :3

~SmileyNikkflipping Feb 10, 2013

Very cleaver , entertaining and beautiful =]

~xXXxWolfie-FiendXxxX Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I watch a lot of poets and different artists. I've only got three that truly inspire me, you, *BittersweetObsession, and ~Eonlie There are others that I wish I could write like, but you three are the ones I look up to.

What I like about this piece, is that it can relate to a lot of stuff. When I was reading this through, it made me think on how I've changed. I used to be a lot different. Something happened, like nothing bad or anything, but it did get me into a bit of trouble with some friends, and my friend sat me down and talked to me about it. Looking back, it was only this summer past, but I've changed a lot. I remember I kept saying I was gonna, but never really did when I tried to, and then one day, it was like, hey! I'm completely different! When did this happen?

hehe Long comment is long.

~turtlemelon17 Jan 26, 2013

Oh my goodness! Chills!! I absolutely love this so much! This is so real and completely genuine...

In fact... I think I will ruminate on this for awhile

Magnifico!

~kalic00 Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

this is awesome

~tickersymbol Jan 25, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I think this is fantastic! For what it's worth, I tend to be the "pretty word" poet but often wish I could loosen up a bit and write with a more current flare, as you have done. It felt liberating reading it, despite your words describing otherwise. Great job!

~noorelven Jan 25, 2013

poetic batman ... hahahahah funny concept

~Mr-White-And-Blue Jan 24, 2013 Student General Artist

your perfect word just pierced my heart,
pulp fiction style, struck from the start.
hard core rythm and a sexy soul,
suffice to say you reached your goal.

lol i just came up with a little verse, your creativity is pretty overwhelming, and im just standing here wowed by people better than me.
Thanks for brightening my day, im happy now.

~CandyHeartSweetness Jan 23, 2013 Student General Artist

I LOVE THIS! It's amazing, and actually when I read the word "rap", I thought what this would sound like if I rap while I read this. Anyway, great job!

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