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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 Other Poems by Me:
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.
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
Other Literature by Me:
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
The Good Critic's GuideThe Good Critic's Guide:
I have noticed that many critics on DA tend to leave rather harsh and sometimes subjective critiques on the pages of the artists being critiqued. Their rationale for doing so is based on the concept that 'we shouldn't molly-coddle each other and instead "tell it like it is"'. However this type of critique reflects poorly on one who is critiquing as opposed to the one who is being critiqued and I will explain why throughout the course of this guide. In essence I hope to use this resource as a way of teaching potential critics how to properly focus their abilities and direct their critiques in a
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
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