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CorvusCorvus:

Black feathers falling through the empty sky
A whisper upon the winds, better left unspoken
As a glimmer of sunlight catches my eye
I am drawn to the worms that writhe below

Each one pulses with the desire to live
endlessly tunneling through the sands of the earth
With nothing more for them to give
I'm afraid they are quickly eaten...

One, two, three and four
Each one swallowed by an open door
Five, six, seven, eight
They know not love nor petty hate

It makes me wonder if they feel this pain
of being consumed by the one they fear
They sprout and dance in the lovely rain
Not knowing of that which lurks so near

-Chen Yu

Her Cold LipsHer Cold Lips:

She watches me, as I bid my friends goodbye
Her cold hands creep along my shoulders
they tell me that she is there
and that she will never let me go...

We're in my room now, away from the outside
I know that she doesn't like the sun
Often, she prefers to observe me from the shadows
but I think she doesn't like the others coming close...

We're beneath the covers now, panting softly
her cold body pressed against mine
Her lips are completely devoid of warmth
and yet they taste so rousingly sweet

A haunting, a haunter and the haunted
Two of us now entwined beneath the ruffled sheets
We cross a barrier that should not

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

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

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

Cold RazorsCold Razors:

Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love

Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is

Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!

Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you pl

Where Angels PlayWhere 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

Shatter PointShatter Point:

Can you see
what all the world has-
Done to me
I've locked away my-
Sa-ni-ty
I wanna break
Huma-ni-ty
(Kiru oh!)

My shatter point, my shatter point
I'm up against the wall at my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling to me into the night
Their whispers drive me further up and away from the light!

Waste Away
Just fall again and-
break today
I want you down and you'll-
Fade away
Just stop breathing and-
Die today!
(Kiru oh!)

The shatter point, the shatter point
You know that you are up and against the wall
The shatter point, my shatter point
Leave me breaking against my shatter point

A thousand faces

The Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:

A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:

As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!

Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed

Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...

But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
Th

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

HopeHope:

She waits for him
at the gates that stood when even the world crumbled
She sighs
knowing that her own name will soon be forgotten

Where once she carried the weight of the world
now her strength is but the tiniest whisper
A single spark, left to crackle amongst the shades
until all is lost in the endless folds of time

It's getting colder
though she still continues to stand by the gates
She is getting older
and thus her memories must fade...

Angels gather to watch her in these final moments
and they bow their heads as a sign of respect
For even now, as the life leaves her body
Still she continues to wait...

-Chen Yuan Wen

The Little SeedThe Little Seed:

Little seed floating
Dreaming that he may blossom
Drowned by the currents

-Chen Yuan Wen, Unofficial Release

A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:

A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns

Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within

There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind

In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the f

An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father:

The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.

A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.

I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors

Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.

Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!

Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -

Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood

Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hun

Can I Cut Yet?Can I Cut Yet?:

Hey, Hey Sadako
Hey...
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?
This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I won't cut her

Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!
I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad..

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I Am So DisturbedI Am So Disturbed:

How long will it burn me,
In darkness cloaked.
Raped by a voice,
Of death it spoke.

The ceiling revolves with words of sorrow,
Draped on the walls, they are creatures hollow.
Screaming and crying, the death we seek,
The eyes that stare, when I fall asleep.

Voiceless whispers and empty sound,
The pattern of drool, that stains the ground.
Endlessly scratching at walls and eyes,
I stare at reflections that breathe to die.

The darkened shadows that seem to stain,
The constant sound of a pouring rain.
Wherever I go, the eyes that lead,
Within me planting a dirty seed.

Again and again I am twisted by sound,
I wa

Sweet Bird in A CageSweet Bird in a Cage:

Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
Black forces, burned you all away...
How could I sit by and watch you die?
Sleep soundly on the bed where you used to lie.

Your legs and your arms were bleeding,
Burned stump on the night, were you crying?
How sweet was the sound of you dying?
In pools of blood, were you smiling?

Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
I wondered, how I used to hate...
Your life and your sweetness inside,
I took your life on that cold night...

Crying all these tears of weakness,
Sweet bird you took on my sickness.
Deep inside of the forest of witches,
You lie in the darkest ditc

Bullies in the HallBullies in the Hall:

Bullies in the hall,
They're really big and tall.
I'm just so afraid to fall...

How I wish,
That I could be,
Free from all this misery...
(Yeah-)

Let me change it up, so you know it's a rap.
I'm really sick and tired, of this bullshit and crap!

I know you've got a taste, for my fear and my pain...
How many times have I cried these tears in the rain!

I speak from words of wisdom, I know it's hard to focus.
When the world is bearing down, like a plague of angry locusts,

You sit, you pray, hoping for a better today,
Tomorrow is another day, 'Save me!' I hear you say.

I've had enough of people that are kickin'

The Walk of Utter ShameThe Walk of Utter Shame:

My face is hidden by a blackened mask,
As I am taken to stand before the crowd.
Ripped from my face and cast aside,
My features burn in the glaring sun...

"Who amongst you will defend this man?"
I hear a soldier call.
"None of us sir!" The crowd shrieks back,
As to my knees I fall.

"Shame him!" The soldier cries,
As they begin to pelt me with rotten fruits,
"Maim him!" the people scream,
As they kick at me with mailed boots...

I shudder and writhe beneath the torture,
Too pained to even scream in fear.
For this is the punishment that I deserve,
For shaming the honour that I hold dear.

In anger, in ra

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by *WordOfChen, Aug 24, 2012, 9:52:05 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Winterfall:

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 paint it with colours, to frame the moment of death
and lay it with the others in the mountain's breast

Here in the silence, within the womb of the earth
You can view the masterpiece that I have birthed
A giant of corpses, sewn with flesh
Tattooed with the faces of eternal rest...

"Ah, indeed I am a genius..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 23rd August 2012

Winterfallby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Fer those o' ye who don't know yet. Chen is workin' tirelessly inbetween his studies t' come up with new stories an' new techniques fer writin' poetry.

Bein' a writer is his dream an' so I hope ye'll all enjoy this new piece that he's produced. It's a revisit o' his old rhyming style with a slightly different arrangement in structure.

Let us know how it was received ^^ Yer comments will make him work much harder :3

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~PhoenixOfWinterfell Mar 30, 2013 Student Writer

Amazing! Wow, you're such an incredible poet! I'll end up faving all your gallery...

!ShadowsInOurMemories Oct 19, 2012

This shit.. I like it.
Sounds creepy and fun.
Job well done.^^

~Myennaius13 Oct 4, 2012

This sounds like a necromancer living in a mountain and building some kind of monster out of people who've died there.

~noorelven Sep 29, 2012

stop it dr frankenstein version 4

~TwiUnderSeeker Sep 19, 2012

Another Great.

~PopCornSalt Sep 2, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Hwooa!! So cool!

~xyvette Aug 31, 2012

And yesh indeed. Of courz yar a genius. *thumbs up~*

!DawnOfThyEmbrace Aug 29, 2012 Student Writer

Oh my , you are such a talented poet , I admire very much the way you are able to envolve the writer in your poetry and it is so great your poetry

And if you like check out my gallery

when you have the time and leave a comment , thanks and keep up the good work !

~spiritguideofthewolf Aug 28, 2012

You are such a good writer

I hope to one day have even an ounce of your skill

~Amaya2278 Aug 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This sounds like a Nightwish song, reminds me a little of Cadence of Her Last Breath by them off their album Dark Passion Play. It's really good, very creepy, but good

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