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These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...

These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,

I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...

As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,

I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.

Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,

Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.

From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,

Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 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

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

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

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

These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:

If my tears could tell a story of two -

What would they have to say about you?

Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking

And a girl who found it in the arms of another…

Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,

Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.

Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;

To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.

Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:

Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.

Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;

For her alone, these tears would come.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 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

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

Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:

I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.

Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...

Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.

"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I won

Deceptive

Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

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

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

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

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

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We Poets Are Frustrated...

by *WordOfChen, Mar 1, 2013, 9:11:05 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

We Poets Are Frustrated...

I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...

Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself

Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...

This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!

Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips, spill bottled curses;
Until all that remains is but tragedy and ash...

For the pure white wings of these mewling cherubs,
Need only be stained by our bloodied hands.
And when the white has been turned to red —
These pups shall join the damned.

-Written by Chen Yuan Wen, 1st March 2013

We Poets Are Frustrated...by *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You know, there are a ton of artists that always talk about how they're upset that teenage poems about depression etc. Often get front page and they whine. Some artists even try to hop on the trend and in the end they lose themselves.

The message that I really want to bring out with this piece is that it's okay to be frustrated but rather than just being angry all the time. Channel it positively, "corrupt" the themes with your own brand of poetry.

I'm personally capable of doing dark poems better than normal poems and I enjoy bringing out that seductive darkness and I also intend to demonstrate (over the coming releases) how to use surreal-like poetry to engage day to day issues.

Anyway if you want to hear this read live, get a premium download for just 10 points. You get the PDF version of this poem (the font and formatting is nicer) plus the audio reading :3 It's basically like putting 10 cents in my little hobo hat so please? :3 *Shakes hat*

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Critique by ~DaniShakoa Mar 1, 2013, 4:19:04 PM

There are a lot of poems out there about the frustration of writing poems, but this one caught my interest the best so far. It captures a raw feeling in a unique voice and tone. It's like nothing I've ever read.

Everyone who tries to write poetry has felt a frustration of finding the right words and making the stanzas and rhythm, rhyme and style 110% amazing or better; and for those of us who go out to read poetry, we've all read the whining and arguably "bad" poems of people trying to pose and plagiarize the same old lines over and over again. All in all, this is a good representation of the poet's frustration and compiles the concept in a fairly easy-to-understand way.

The use of italics emphasizes lines similar to what most darker poets use, but it has your own twist on it, which I really like. It gives it a certain feel, and while I don't have ten points to give up to listen to the live reading, I wish I did. I'd want to hear how the words flow together. The bold, too, really drives it home.

The only thing I don't like are the rhymes, but even those are pretty great. The big words, for younger readers, too, might throw it off. I'll also have to take your word on the PDF version looking prettier.

But a very nicely done piece, if nothing else.

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~Kailani-e Mar 10, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Hmmm, well a lot of writing is "whining" in a way. No offense, but in a way this is also sort of "whining". I mean to say that writing is about expressing emotion and feeling, trying to express raw crushing emotion and sometimes that emotion is "whining". But I don't think you should call it bad just because the writer is venting (and perhaps their vent is childish). Everyone has a different style of writing. I don't think we need to "crush" other people and "corrupt" their writing.

*WordOfChen Mar 14, 2013 Professional Writer

Naaah its not about corrupting and crushing others xD Although that was described I put it in quotes for a reason. What I mean is that people shouldn't be fixated on what is being written and whine about it. If they are skilled they will be able to take the topic and twist it in their own style (which is what I intended when I said 'corrupt'). Besides, it is not wrong to adapt someone else's style into your own. I personally try to adapt and use any style that I come across simply because it helps me widen my scope of what I can do with poetry ^^

Last thing to note is that, I wasn't whining, I said OTHER poets do and it was something I had observed for a long time is all :3

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~Kailani-e Mar 14, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Ohkay ^_^ I see.

~xXXxWolfie-FiendXxxX Mar 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I've only now really gotten a chance to purcase the audio file and pdf, only to find that they're not supported on my tablet. Oh well, I still gave ya the ten points and I'm hoping everything is going good for you

*WordOfChen Mar 14, 2013 Professional Writer

Awww hope you get to hear it eventually xD

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~xXXxWolfie-FiendXxxX Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Apparently, I purcesed it twice, so if you find yourself with an extra few points, it was prob me. I'll have to get it from my friend, I know she bought it as well.

*WordOfChen Mar 14, 2013 Professional Writer

Simone? Yeah she said she did xD

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~scullfase Mar 8, 2013

I love this.
It makes me feel the anger and hatred behind it.

*WordOfChen Mar 14, 2013 Professional Writer

Glad you enjoyed it my friend ^^

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