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This 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…
-
So this is the only way, that I can—
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
-
I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put away my fear
And now I'm sitting here, ab-so-lute-ly clear
I know exactly what I should say to you my dear…
-
That this is the only way, that I can—
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me,
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
-
To every reader out there, thank you for your support!
You're the one that makes the artist
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th October 2012
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…
-
So this is the only way, that I can—
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
-
I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put away my fear
And now I'm sitting here, ab-so-lute-ly clear
I know exactly what I should say to you my dear…
-
That this is the only way, that I can—
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me,
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
-
To every reader out there, thank you for your support!
You're the one that makes the artist
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th October 2012
Literature
We Have News On Your Daughter
It's early December
We sit in our daughters room
Looking over her possessions
Praying she will be home soon
Just in time for Christmas
Her presents are under the tree
Ready to create some more
Of those beautiful memories
It's now mid December
Terror has frozen our tears
As our angels face is slowly
Beginning to disappear
Our lives are a landfill
For unimaginable pain
As her baby brother weeps
Wanting his sister back again
It's now late December
The festivities have past
As searches for our princess
Are slowly scaled back
A knock on the front door
The endless fall to the ground
"We have news on your daughter
A body has
Literature
Survive
Whispers in my ear
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.
Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.
'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die—
Rather plain verbatim.
To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.
Literature
When Your Best is Not Good Enough
Don't speak.
Don't move.
Don't think.
Don't dream.
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't cry.
Don't laugh.
Don't smile.
Don't frown.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
Don't breathe.
Don't exist....
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
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Author's Comment:
Sooo...most of you probably know what happened today. I'm waiting for DA to get back to me with an answer about whether or not messages can just randomly vanish, but I know that they probably can't be retrieve :/
That said, I felt reaaaally bad about it because I'm someone who's used to thanking his supporters. Although it may take me weeks to get around to doing anything...it still feels REALLY bad if you don't get a chance to properly respond to people who like your works.
So, I started thinking about what I could do about it and I decided I would try a combination, song + rap + poem and put it up here. A little thank you piece for each and every one of my readers and supports.
Some artists like to think they're good because they are the ones producing the work, but that's incorrect. Any business student knows that the product is only as valuable as the consumers deem it to be. Therefore, to everyone who continues to read and support my work...you're really all very important to me and that's why I take replies and other stuff so seriously while other artists might question why I'm so hung up about it.
I felt that until I posted a piece like this, I would not be able to make more proper work
So hopefully you enjoyed it. The bold is poetry, normal is rap and the italics are sung (chorus, though its probably obvious from the writing style).
Again, thank you all for reading
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
Other Poems by Me:
Other Literature by Me:
If you'd like to view the second episode of WordofChen Live to hear my reading and singing style go here: [link]
Author's Comment:
Sooo...most of you probably know what happened today. I'm waiting for DA to get back to me with an answer about whether or not messages can just randomly vanish, but I know that they probably can't be retrieve :/
That said, I felt reaaaally bad about it because I'm someone who's used to thanking his supporters. Although it may take me weeks to get around to doing anything...it still feels REALLY bad if you don't get a chance to properly respond to people who like your works.
So, I started thinking about what I could do about it and I decided I would try a combination, song + rap + poem and put it up here. A little thank you piece for each and every one of my readers and supports.
Some artists like to think they're good because they are the ones producing the work, but that's incorrect. Any business student knows that the product is only as valuable as the consumers deem it to be. Therefore, to everyone who continues to read and support my work...you're really all very important to me and that's why I take replies and other stuff so seriously while other artists might question why I'm so hung up about it.
I felt that until I posted a piece like this, I would not be able to make more proper work
So hopefully you enjoyed it. The bold is poetry, normal is rap and the italics are sung (chorus, though its probably obvious from the writing style). Again, thank you all for reading
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
Other Poems by Me:
FEAR FEAR:
Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey
For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see
From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below
Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only
She's Not Your Toy 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 sweeth
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
wi
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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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" title=" (Smile)"/> Thanks again for the invite to do yet another critique, I highly appreciate it! And, as one of your followers I'd like to give you a big hug (((((((HUG))))))) for being so devoted to your watchers. Now, excuse my lack of professional tone. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/w…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" title=" (Wink)"/> Onwards and upwards!May I begin with the beauty in having your poem as a combination of rap, song, and the written. This adds versatility, and gives wide grounds to the reader's imagination. I can just imagine ever member of your audience singing/rapping/reading aloud each part in their own unique view! This method brilliantly brings together different mindsets and creates diverse pathways for people to connect with your poem.
Your poem incorporates your story, one in which you also hope that your reader's can connect with. There are two ways that I have discovered you can connect. 1) Applying a topic they feel deeply with, and 2) Making a topic that creates sypathy/empathy in the indiviguals. You my friend have accomplished both tasks in this poem.
Ironically, I could pick up a beat in your poem. However, I had a harder time keeping that "beat" when I ran into the parts where you repeated/emphasised a certain phrase, such as, "This my way of thanks/My way of thanks/My way of thanks." Yet, this is the nature of this poem and was executed tastefully.
This piece was somewhat more difficult to critique than others because of the content in it. I do hope that the critique was satisfactory. I look foward to your next poem in which you display your genuinity.
Thank you, and keep on writting. I tip my glass to you!
May the odds be ever in your favor.
-LuvThemHungerGames