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Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:

I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back

I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back

I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed

Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me thi

My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivance

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

WinterfallWinterfall:

Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak

An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...

I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore

From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare

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

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

Battle ScarsBattle Scars:

Sharp claws rake into my skin
as my blood bursts forth to splatter against the ground
The uneven breathing of my foe
tells me that he too is wounded and close to death

I can see his teeth, flecked with frothing saliva
foaming and spitting as he bellows his name
He charges into me, his frame crashing with mine
the impact has me reeling and I fall back against the stone

The ground feels cold
the icy chill seeping into my bones
the warmth of my blood escapes me
and I can feel myself beginning to fade

Up toward the sky I glance
praying that I might receive assistance
I pray that he who commands me, he who stands above
Will pity

Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:

You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...

I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger

I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it

But then I saw how happy you were...

In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon

You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:

When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...

But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance

It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...

Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to retu

DishonouredDishonoured:

He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.

For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...

But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...

Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."

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

Shot to HellShot to Hell:

You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life

Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...

Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and

FEARFEAR:

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

The Simple DelightsThe Simple Delights:

The world is a place of simple pleasures
of the simple delights that we fail to see
Like a rose whose thorns will prick unwary
we focus on the negatives that be

But if we chose to hold the rose
Gentle and with grace
Its thorns would simply press our skin
Not pain or poison laced

If we could learn the simple lessons
of looking at all the good things in life
Then food would be the only object
to meet the edge of my knife

I see so many different ways
to enjoy the life that I have today
I could go to the store and buy a snack
A treat for me I say

Perhaps I'll choose to walk the distance
or maybe I'll take th

This is All About YouThis Is All About You:

Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book

Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look

So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare

I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care

She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task

Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask

She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud

She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud

She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz

But she smiles and goes on an

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Where Angels Play

by *WordOfChen, Sep 30, 2012, 7:43:38 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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
without concern for what is left behind
Even if I could close my eyes in endless rest
The thought of you keeps me breathing...

The angel that leads me, deep in dark, where I seem to fade;
The lonely spark that keeps me, is the warmth of your heart...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th September 2012

Where Angels Playby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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Alright so, as you might notice the quality of this poem is not 100% as compared to my previous works. Reason being its the first poem of its type, a hybrid poem that can be sung as well as read.

Obviously this creates deep difficulty for the writer, because the way something is sung allows for alterations in grammar and lengthy pauses that cause reading to be badly disturbed.

That said, the only way to overcome this is to compromise between the two so I hope this poem was able to do that. Please keep this in mind when critiquing.

Other than that, it is also an early birthday present for

, her birthday is 1st of October, but I hope she enjoys this ^^

Happy early birthday Angel ^^ WHOO!

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Why I Hate My Life Why I Hate My Life:

Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle

The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement

The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house

I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church

I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it

My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have

Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is

My Beautiful Filth My Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivance

Whispering to Lucifer Whispering to Lucifer:

Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia

Such is the father's gift of free will...

Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free

Without adversity, there can be no acension...

Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my

Letting Go of You Letting Go of You:

You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...

I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger

I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it

But then I saw how happy you were...

In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon

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Critique by ~DarlingDetermination Sep 30, 2012, 11:06:34 AM

Just simply amazing. You always cease to amaze me with your literary work. I rate this five stars because thats what it truly is worth. The amount of self confliction in this poem, and then the positive light shed upon the angels in this makes this even the more original. And the last two lines really seem to finish up the whole poem leaving readers with a bittersweet feeling and leaving them wanting more by WordofChen. Your are truly inspiring and a rolemodel for anyone who has ever had an interest in poetry and literature. Your work puts a smile upon my face and I am sure my opinon is shared by others.

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Critique by !TempestasVentus Sep 30, 2012, 7:54:33 AM

You know, this is my first critique of a literary work, and it is absolutely amazing...I can almost see this person, lost and alone, and this seems to paint a better picture than even that of a painter in some ways, for it allows one to customize the person to their own individual spirit...I love it.
A great use of words, such as lone, struggle, and soul to give the more holy and spiritual quality of this piece. I like the fact that in the end, it gives one a feeling of sort of a warm glow, suggesting happiness, and the angel leading them onward, plus the romnantic quality with the character staying alive for the one they love. Over all, a very sweet and romantic poem, but with depth and good character, that make it a delightful read!

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*xMoonlightAngelx Dec 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is an amazing poem. I felt so much emotion inside each verse.

~lolnyny Nov 11, 2012

Beautiful!

~TwiUnderSeeker Oct 8, 2012

Lovely. Great Job.

~noorelven Oct 6, 2012

you are a hopeless romantic !!!!

~Acheron21 Oct 4, 2012

This is kinda abstract for you. Kind of unfocused and a little on the hopey side of things.

Good in a soft lens outlook lacking a direction kind of way