[x]

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

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

BelovedBeloved:

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

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...

No matter the years that pass me by,

It seems I am forever trapped.

For when it comes to deceiving myself,

I'm afraid I'm rather apt.

In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...

A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.

And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.

I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.

- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012

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

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

Deceptive

Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

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

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…

-

So this is the only way, that

Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:

Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.

The coldest December,
Can you still remember?

Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!

Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.

Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.

The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!

Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold

-

Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.

Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.

Bu

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

Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:

Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...

With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.

"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"

I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...

I had to admit, I was ve

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

Eagle GirlEagle Girl:

She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.

- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013

Browse More Like This

Download File
TXT, 937 bytes more ▶

More from *WordOfChen

The Pirate CharterThe Pirate Charter:

This charter has been set-up for the purpose of outlining the rules, core values and purpose of the Black Fedora Pirates crew, as well as setting up its system of governance. It has been officially updated as of the 18th of January 2013 and has been divided into sections represented by the Roman numeral in the section heading.

i. Joining up with the Pirates

While it might seem strange that Pirates should have rules, it is discipline that leads to true freedom. Many of you have all read of my darker past; and certainly those that know something of it might agree that things have to change. I believe that as Captain Chenb

View Gallery · View Prints

Featured in Groups:

#written-from-within
Written From the Soul

#MindOfLead
Art Community

#artist-exposure
Club Supporting Artists

#Constructive101
Contructive Criticism

#Pencils-of-Doom
After School Art Club

#thefreewriteproject
Don't edit. Just write.

#ink-slingers
Writing Community

#The-Weirdos
are stalking you creepily

Show all (179)

Details

Submitted: February 6
File Size: 937 bytes

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 50
Favourites: 235 [who?]
Views: 2,670 (1 today)
Downloads: 90 (0 today)

[x]

Undying

by *WordOfChen, Feb 6, 2013, 9:03:43 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Undying:

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 to the test!

-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013

Undyingby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

So yesterday DA shuffled my work...don't know why, but it kinda sucks that it's happening again. Anyway, I used to get mad but this time I'm like whatever I'll just use it as more writing material. Hopefully they won't shuffle this piece, but if they do, oh well.

It seems that they're always doing it whenever I'm starting something. Like yesterday, I was trying to advertise my shot-glass poetry style which I'm using for my second book '50 Little Glasses'. If you'd like an example, check this out: [link]

Anyway, about tonight's piece. It was written from an old experience back in school, sort of a rapid-fire rap really. I remember this one pot-head who used to think he was cool because he smoked, but honestly the cool smokers are the ones that don't brag about it like it's a top priority. Got nothing against the people that partake but this douche was just =__=. Anyhow used it as a model for this piece so I can show that no matter how much they shuffle me (or no matter how much that douche put me down) I'm cool in my own way and the more you oppress me, the more I'll rise ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

If you like my work and want to support me. Come buy my e-book for $1.99. I promise an epic fantasy you won't forget:

Want to stalk me? Here are some cool links:

My Facebook Page: [link]
Youtube Channel: [link]
My Gallery: [link]

Want to sell your soul to me? Join up with my pirate crew:

Critique by ~7Demented Feb 6, 2013, 6:17:55 PM

I couldn't help myself, but as I was reading this, I ended up reading the words to a certain rhythm, like rap, basically. That's the power of poetry, kids.

I like this piece, but it seems kind of vague. And generic, I should add. No offense, Captain, but it seems that your works are starting to slide; it doesn't seem to the same effect that your previous works had.

I do the message to heart, however. There are many people out there who have the talent for what they love, but a lot of people realize that the person in question is better than themselves, so they belittle them. Yet we rise above it all; making a name for ourselves and proving those our adversaries wrong.

Great job on getting the message through.

What do you think?

Fair Unfair

The Artist thought this was FAIR

5 out of 6 deviants thought this was fair.

No Replies

Devious Rating

Vision

Originality

Technique

Impact

Critique by ~Michel-le-fou Feb 6, 2013, 9:42:31 AM

Cap, you need my hand here.
Yes.,I could sense a rhythm like a rap too but I learned to overlook that and get on with real academic moves. Your premier skill and I have seen this with another poet, is that you play with rhyme patterns. Here, you start with couplets [stanza 1] and hen your second stanza is all the same rhyme. The succeeding lines are emphatic,I assume, since they are italicized, and they add a real tense mood. Furthermore, you are back with the original couplets, which is a rounding sensation. The content, about deals with Satan? and revival of the dead should be classed as horror but that is immaterial. Altogether, you done it well.

If you like my critiques, send an invitation to join.