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Waking 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 question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'…

My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs—

'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the more I am called; the more I shall unleash.
Chaos shall spread and all shall be consumed!
You will be the catalyst that frees me, my wretched egg of birth'

I try to deny his words, but my hands are quickly shackled as I am brought against the wall
My feet seem to sink into the ground and my mouth then melts away, leaving me trapped and mute.
I stare with eyes that convey no meaning, not to a single creature in that room
For in my company, all that remains — is the withering ash of our hopeless doom…

-

Woah doctor, you ain't lookin' so good. You been sleepin' alright?
Maybe you oughta take the night off and rest, you look like hell…

-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th October 2012
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Author's Comment:

Alright so, along with the release of the third episode here is the second poem in the Liquefaction series. Compared to the first one...Doctor Cecil doesn't seem to be doing so good. I wonder what'll happen next. Please enjoy my reading and sorry for the screwup at the end, I choked on it, but had to press on ^^;

Don't forget to send notes about what you want me to talk about during the episode. I love to get fan suggestions about topics and if you want me to discuss something then SEND A NOTE :3.

Other than that, keep tuning in, keep faving and commenting and pretty soon we're gonna rule the world. Thank you everyone for always supporting me at Word of Chen. Now let's show the world what the REAL deal is all about. *Totally posing in an epic portrait with everyone behind* Hellz yeah :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

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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
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


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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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This doesn't feel like a poem to me. That can be taken as bad or good, I suppose but this piece just strikes me as a quick prologue to a story rather than a poem. Not to said that it isn't poetic, because in some ways it is. For example, you've created an amazing image and the fast pace of it resembles a poem but a poem, to me at least, is something that strikes me as being artistic, thought-provoking and the writing is usually more eye catching, I'll say.
This however, draws you in for different reasons. After what I've just said; Do I believe this piece is bad? No, not really. This is my own personal opinion and some people will probably say this is the very definition of a poem. I'm more into novels than poetry but it's because of that, that I feel this is more likely to be seen in some sort of adventure story. Especially considering some of the lines like "My thoughts return to me and they are normal now" and "You will be the catalyst that frees me, my wretched egg of birth" Personally, I just can't help thinking those aren't lines you would normally seen in poetry. The whole style of this just strikes me as something that isn't poetry. I don't know if that was maybe your intention or what.
It's good, there's a few lines I would change so they make a bit more sense and yeah, I don't think it works as a poem but that's my opinion. Make of it what you will.
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Vision: Obviously the best part about this piece is the imagery that goes into vivid detail. You chose your words well. I feel like I'm in the nightmare looking around.

Originality: I've seen this done several times before both in prose and in poetry. That said, I liked how you switched the poem up from free verse to rhyme.

Technique: I'm not very poetic-inclined so I can't really help here. But what I see, I like.

Impact: My first impression was watching a friend playing Amnesia, the Dark Descent all over again to some degree. Kind of spooky feel to it which actually fits the Halloween season. It makes me curious about the other poems that go along with this one now.

I'd recommend this to those who don't mind to read about blood. monsters, and such. It's actually a really well written piece and would recommend it to those I know.
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romancefreak Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is absolutely incredible! :la: You really showed the power and paralizing fear that nightmares bring for all of us. Very, very well done, Captain. :clap: I salute you. :salute:
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BarbaritaS Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Damn masterpiece. :icongreatjobplz:
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WordOfChen Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2012  Professional Writer
My deepest thanks for the compliment ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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Dyoniysus Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I really enjoyed this. And I love your writing style. Please, continue to write!
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SymphonyOfDissonance Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2012
Creepy O_O
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Nephele99 Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2012
beautiful....
well done!!! ^^
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LadySparrow01 Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2012  Student General Artist
This is great. I really loved the flow and the language you used. It really brought out the feelings of the piece.
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