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It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:

Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,

Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.

Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,

And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.

It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,

It cared not for the sensation of pain...

All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -

One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!

Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,

And in that moment, it learned of the truth.

For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -

was me...

Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:

You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!

I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?

Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promi

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

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

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..."

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

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

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

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

There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:

~

There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.

There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.

There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.

There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...

~

There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.

There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.

There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.

There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...

~

I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.

I love this little g

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

They Watch UsThey Watch Us:

Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.

I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...

I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.

The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.

And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012

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

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

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

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Speed: ???
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Armor: ???
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Resistance: ???
Will: ???
Other Information: ???
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The battle begins with Lyra performing a scan on the enemy. She brings out her Monocle of Insight and begins to learn more about the enemy. "Ah I see, I better note down this information."

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Enemy: Damien the Guard Captain
Health: 400/400
Speed: 10
To Hit: 8
Armor: 0
Null: 0, Death, Poison
Resistance: 8
Will: 8
Other Information: Guard clothing is weak against fire!
Ailments: None

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Beaten Black and BlueBeaten Black and Blue:

Broken and bloodied on the inside;
My world is coloured in shades of black.
But I've never understood the reason
For why I've got these scars on my back...

Cigarette burns are nothing new to my body
I took a lash from the whip just yesterday.
Why are you staring at me with those eyes again;
Is there something you'd like to say?

I've never been told to speak a word of my pain
And so I learned that I shouldn't speak...
'You'd better not say a single thing to her!'
Maybe I'm just scared and weak...

I often run to a place that's far away;
It's just a little corner inside my mind.
I've tried to forget it again

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Yeah I'm Stupid!

by *WordOfChen, Oct 16, 2012, 7:49:06 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Yeah I'm Stupid!:

Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to — as they say in slang —
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?

-

Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme — rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Structure in your brain is wrapped tight like a metal screw.
But this is what you do when you are young —
I'm breaking all the rules until I finally get sung!

Yeah... So pass it on over if you're done with the whiny mic, I'd like to show the world a new style — it's the Chen life; So everyone go 'Chen boo', this all the 'Chen boo', I'm droppin' each and every verse to the tune of 'Chen boo'!

Now everybody stop and try get into my rhymin' style,
My rhythm might be crazy but at least I make the kiddies smile;
My rhymes are soundin' forced but that is me...
I don't know how you read it but sounds good to me?

Yeah... So bappo-bow'wah-booie do you hate me cause I work with sound? Rhymes with each and every line, I run your brain into the ground; Let me show you 'Chen boo', this is just my 'Chen boo' I bet you always hate it when I rhyme with my 'Chen boo'!

A moon and candle song...
(Oh it's a taste of real that we were meant to feel.)
A moon and candle song...
(Oh it's a lonely dream of everything I've seen.)
The moon hears my song...
And lights the way before me baby—
Oh baby, speak to me, yeah, yeah, yeah...

-

I'm sorry but that's all I've got for you right now,
And since we've gotten that out of the way...
I think I'd rather remain stupid. Especially if it means
That I am able to continue entertaining all these lovely people.
Yes, my work is absolutely flawed, filled with holes like Swiss cheese,
Possibly more worthless than the dirt beneath your golden boot heel;
But at least it still tastes good with a spot of wine.
Good day to you sir!

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th October 2012

Yeah I'm Stupid!by *WordOfChen

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Author's Comment:

Okay soooo I wasn't actually going to do anything today. Instead I was just studying and feeling frustrated about my literature in general. The reason for this is that...I've been searching for an urban style (i.e. rap) that doesn't involve swearing and talking about money, sex and drugs =__=. When I got into Korean rap I realised that it was excessively clean most of the time and the style is really good...but it can generally only be done with Korean/Asian languages because two words can sound the same but depending on the context and adjoining words...have a totally different meaning.

So as I listened to BIG BANG (specifically the song BAD BOY here: [link]) I found that I was really digging the sound of G-Dragon and T.O.P. Why? G-D has a smooth rap style that is good for long-drawn out sections, while T.O.P. has a deep/lazy sort of rapping style that can carry a lot of impact.

Randomly, I started to work with it and this was the eventual result (I mixed G-D's style with T.O.P. for chorus and a short sung bit in the style of the original song, I think it was sung by Seungri). It may not make much sense, but then again it's not really designed to. In essence this is like a practice run of a completely new style trying to put together sentences in a specialised 'Chen Style' structure that combined with formatting allows for more effective transitions between verses.

Now I was originally just making this for fun, but after running it by my co-cappy we decided..meh we'll let the rest of DA see it and see what they think xD. So enjoy my utterly random nonsensical rap experiment :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

Other Poems by Me:

Waking Nightmares 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 questio

This is for the Reader This 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

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

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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

Critique by ~LuvThemHungerGames Nov 1, 2012, 6:48:14 PM

Hello again my dearest Cap-y-tan

I apologize about the with the wait you are experiencing with my poem critiques. I shall get to them!

May I say that this rap song was very invigorating due to the fact that it jumps around so much. I liked it immensly, however, I suggest finding a stronger topic to write on next time. I do realize that this was just an experimental piece, and I believe that for such an experiemtnal piece you did well.

The rhythem was great in some spots, but a little wordy in others. I would probably have to hear this live to get the complete feel for it.

May I ask what you were trying to do with the phrase 'Chen boo?' It deffinetly made me smile at the silliness, yet I am awfully curious what your inspiration was for this particular phrase

This is a type of song that doesn't exactly have a topic that can connect with readers just because the nature of the context. And it isn't meant to have the origional poetry feel. I hope that this critique will suffice for I am not the best at critiquing rap :3

Thanks again for the invite! Happy sailing to you... and strong brandy too!

Keep on writting.

May the odds be ever in your favor.
LuvThemHungerGames

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Critique by ~Szmygielski Oct 16, 2012, 3:15:58 PM

I rather enjoyed reading this piece. Every time going through, I would hear myself rapping to the rhythm of the words. But there are several occasions where I do need to go back and reread a line to keep the beat. And especially, unless this was your own specific choice, the flow of the poem (rap) was broken during the sixth stanza "A moon and candle song...".

I would hear it much better through sound and through your own personal voice, allowing you to give the emotion behind the piece.

But I especially liked the point of emotions raging around, and the fact that it's easy to feel them, even if they aren't powerful or very angry. It's in quite a polite tone, mocking even, but most definate would be the rebellious edge to the piece.

The repitition of "Chen boo" adds a strong character, and I feel as though you're trying to make this "superior existence" feel intimidated with a chant.

This honestly sounds like a rap, coming straight from you (or your character) and freestyling the entire piece on stage, involving the crowd and everything. I know you have said that this is a rap, combined of two artists, but I'm reading it as a poem; I'm not listening to it.

There is an excellent use of idioms and similes, allowing for a great poem, but perhaps too much for a rap. I know that most people don't speak as such when casually talking. But then again, I don't know about raps either. But the use of so many expressions, especially so many that are uncommon, makes the rap seem a little bit unrealistic. I'm not saying that there is no one who wouldn't just say these things, but maybe not out of their heads.

All in all, I'd say that this piece is a wonderful one. Not too much to improve on, if any at all. The sixth stanza seems to be not a big issue, especially if purposefully done, and the overuse of expressions are so slight that it wouldn't matter either way. Great character and show of voice. It's something to be kept and something to be proud of!

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~Mangaotakuchan Nov 18, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Hmm, if you are still looking for clean rappers, I quite like the one who raps for the band, Linkin Park. He raps in English (sorry, forgot his name) and his raps are usually pretty meaningful. He hasn't sworn in any of his raps, (not that I know of) and I just really like him. Hope this helps a little...

*WordOfChen Nov 19, 2012 Professional Writer

M Shinoda is alright, but I think that his meaningful raps are mostly in tandem with linkin park which doesn't suit an overall rap vibe. His fort minor stuff does have swearing a lot xD

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~Mangaotakuchan Nov 19, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Ah, I didn't know that, thanks. Sorry about the faulty referral.

*WordOfChen Nov 19, 2012 Professional Writer

Nah its cool :3 I'm happy you tried to help out, it means a lot to me :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~Mangaotakuchan Nov 19, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Your welcome. By the way, your writing is really awesome, the first poem I read by you just blew me away and earned an instant watch and fave. I could die happy if I could write as well as you. *aspiring writer*

*WordOfChen Nov 19, 2012 Professional Writer

Haha, i'm aspiring too, I ain't been around long. One day I hope to be able to start a company to get people noticed. Let's keep walking this path ^^

Thank you for watching me, you should check out my new event 'In Blaq!'

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~Mangaotakuchan Nov 19, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Okay, I think I will. If you ever start your company, can I join?

*WordOfChen Nov 20, 2012 Professional Writer

Certainly ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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~MasterTofu96 Oct 20, 2012 Student General Artist

this is pretty good, I felt myself rapping to it in my head and I liked the rhythm of the poem.

~SplitNinja Oct 19, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Interesting.

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