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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
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...

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
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
Deceptive
Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
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
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
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:

Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?

Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.

As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.

A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.

These are the li
Machine ManMachine Man:

It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".

Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.

We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"

Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?

Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?

Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.

In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,

Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
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
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
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..."

She's Not Your ToyShe'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
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:

Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,

Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.

It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -

Considering that I've never met you before, but then again

Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.

Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,

I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.

But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,

I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.

I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.

You might tak
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
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You Have No Right To Live

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You Have No Right To Live:

Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!



Okay, I'm sorry...

What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.



I'm sorry...

Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!



I'm sorry!

You're
Pathetic
Worthless
Useless
Stupid
Ugly and-
Ignored
A lousy person like you should just go die!



okay, fine! I will...






-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
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Author's Comment:

Alright mates,

First off, NO this is not about me xD It is a concept poem and I am absolutely fine I assure you.

Next, this is also an experimental style where I play around with the size of the words to give a feeling of one's voice growing smaller as time goes on.

The concept that I wanted to explore in this work is our natural desensitization to the concept of death. We understand it and we understand that it means an end to life, but why are we so eager to use it on the people we don't like?

The particular insult of telling someone to kill themselves or to die is very common in this day and age and numerous works by other poets address this issue from a first person perspective. I am more interested in the psychological impact of such an act. The individual's voice is slowly taken away as they are abused more and more and eventually they really feel like dying. It is something that I've helped some individuals work through and it is something that I personally cannot understand.

When I was younger, I used to throw the concept around freely, but as I matured so too did my understanding of it. Nowadays I know that I will definitely fight for what is right, but to throw around the word 'kill' is no longer something I can easily stomach.

So tell me my dear readers, how do you feel about insults where the person being insulted is told to 'die', I personally find them distasteful and prefer a much more classy insult that strikes the core of their pride rather than asking them to seek an end (if indeed they are deserving of an insult, most people that are insulted this way don't deserve it to begin with :/)

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

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I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:

Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...

I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
Why?

BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!

When I craft my works, when I write each and ev
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:

Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?

I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.

You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong

I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.

I thought a lot about the things you said...

The things that were my fault, my problems.

I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.

I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.

On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;

You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.

You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge l
Machine ManMachine Man:

It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".

Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.

We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"

Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?

Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?

Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.

In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,

Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
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


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Critique by *xXGeminoidXx Dec 5, 2012, 9:05:36 AM
OK. To rate this piece in one word... Is impossible. I can see this conversation (If you would call it that...) happening in reality. The first person appears to have power over the others. This power may just be from popularity or maybe something else... But I can see that the "powerful" person is bullying someone else. With each one of those hurtful words, the target is becoming more and more depressed... To the point of suicide. I think we need to keep an eye out for this sort of abuse in our world today and prevent it.

But this is beautiful. It moves me to try and make a difference in our world today. Thank you.
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Critique by ~oflird Nov 26, 2012, 10:34:14 PM
first off.. WOOW!! im really glad i read this and im sure other people feel the same.Your words have stirred up so many feelings inside me,im not even sure how to criticize w/ this state of mind,but i love how you've titled this with voice of reason that pushes a person over the edge,"YOU Have NO Right to live'',the harsh,cruel,insensitive words of so many people everyday that get you to think that you have no right to live,yes they don't say it directly but you've splendidly written the bolded words of people which read somewhere along the lines the same as the title,and i love how you've written the person in question to be sorry,and that the text is getting smaller and smaller as the verse gets further along,as if that person is getting tired of being sorry and just slowly fading away,and eventually end their life because the voices told them that they have no right to live.You said so many things in such few words,thats why i admire your writing and love critiquing your work.Your subject of this entire verse is about suicide and how society and its people push a person to edge of being suicidal,and i love how you've stated entire process w/ a few words,im not even sure if this critique is fair,but i would like to share a link w/ everyone here which i had happen to be listening to right before i read your verse,and i was in tears when i started writing this so link thanks for reading and also note down these numbers just in case
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Lifeline: 13 11 14
Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696
Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433
LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255
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Mood: Sadness ~Pikamon345 May 7, 2013
;A; I can imagine this.
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~Nibbler117 Mar 2, 2013  New member
How do you write a free verse poem? I need help with writing a free verse poem about giving.
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*WordOfChen Mar 2, 2013  Professional Writer
Well, the best way to write free verse (in my opinion, since this is how I do it). Is to think about what you want to say and read it like a speech. Not a dull boring speech as if you're presenting something to your 3rd grade science class, but a lively one like a young community leader with lots of ideas. It sort of helps you get into the rhythm of the words and then you just need to separate the stanzas based on your pauses ^^

Um, use proper punctuation and I guess that's about it :3 There is no method of writing free-verse since its supposed to be...well...free ^^;

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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Mood: Distressed ~Nibbler117 Mar 5, 2013  New member
Sorry to ask you this, but do you think you could write a poem about giving for me? I just can't find the right words...or ideas. I would really only like some ideas...
It would need to be finished before saturday, if you can write it.
I only need a few ideas really, and you are very good at writing free verse poems.
So please, if you can, write one for me.
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Mood: Joy ~Nibbler117 Mar 3, 2013  New member
Thanks!
Oh, and by the way, this poem is great! Hilarious!
Loved it.
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Mood: Wow! ~kittykatepryde Jan 14, 2013
This is a sick+epic piece! Amazing!
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~Dragkor Dec 19, 2012
I liked the way you changed the size of the words... The 'oppressor' with it's huge and powerful words, while the oppressed stays quiet, with it's voice each time smaller, powerless... keep on the good work ^^ (like you always did O.o)
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~PewterKat Dec 9, 2012  Professional General Artist
Hate to say this, but I can totally relate to your poem.

Nice job with the style, by the way. :)
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~iKestrel Dec 8, 2012  Hobbyist
Oof... I think its a nice piece and that a few people can relate to that... You really are amazing
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~authorofthings Dec 4, 2012
this is amazingly written and it strikes the core. dang....
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