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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

Breaking FreeBreaking Free:

I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm

As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!

An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...

And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled exc

Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:

I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now

The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...

They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give

I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending

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

In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel

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

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

Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:

Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'

And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'

A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'

How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na

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

As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:

As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.

The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.

Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars

Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:

Are you feeling cold in here, lost perhaps
It makes me wonder if you can even hear me
Has your mind degraded into a lump of fat
Broken by what you've been forced to endure?

As I stroke your cheeks it makes me remember
The loving shrillness of your frightened shrieks
You screamed and screamed until your throat was bloody
As I slowly took your limbs from you...

Now you dangle helpless on wires and chains
An artistic puppet, which is made from flesh
No hands or feet to lash out violently
No arms or muscles to thrash...

The breath that rasps from your broken lips
Is the sound that tells me, you are still alive
But

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

DenialDenial:

He stands before the mountains
and sighs, knowing that they reach toward the heavens
He begins his climb
his hands soon bloodied, his fingers digging into the hardened stone

He continues to drag himself
against the crags that scrape against his peeling skin
Unwilling to end his climb prematurely
though the rocks continue to slice into his flesh

Blood is drawn with a single desperate gasp
as pain rings out throughout his frame
His feet tremble and his hands grow numb
but still he continues to climb ever higher...

The winds threaten to throw him from the face of the mountain
and they slowly begin to waste him away
His bod

Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:

Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?

Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...

Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity

Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!

And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed

What

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

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You Lift Me Up

by *WordOfChen, Jul 17, 2012, 8:39:35 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

You 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 return to my home
And when I do; may I take you there?

For it is a wonderous place, of miracles and mercy
Though gripped by those who are blinded by greed
I weep for them, as anyone should
For they have followed the devil's creed

It is sad to know, that they have been corrupted
Sadder still, to be denied a home
Yet the warmth of the hearts that choose to surround me
Can melt even the strongest of stone

It is this light, this loving warmth
This care and support with which I am graced;
To those who continue to support this man
I am truly humbled, by your loving embrace...

"Though broken, I am still unbowed and I shall wait until I may fly once more..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th July 2012

You Lift Me Upby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

BREAK THE LIMIT! Faves Needed: 250

Want to know what the above line is about? Read my appeal: [link]

Author's Comment:

As DA continues to shuffle my work, I will continue to post new pieces and upgrade the fave break limit. If you have not yet read the appeal, here is a summary:

DA is forcefully shuffling the work of deviants and therefore denying some deviants a chance for their work to be seen despite it being the 'most popular' at the time. It is sad that they would do this to anyone who works hard on their piece and the only way to break through this is to hit the fave limit.

I hope that everyone will just take one moment to click the fave button and help me break the limit. Doing so would mean far more than anything else in the world to me right now, for I only hope to restore fairness to the system and receive an answer for why I am being silenced ^^

-Chen

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is helping to spread the word to the community as actively as possible.

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a big name in the literature community has supported my appeal and even given me a premium membership. Why? Because bullying and oppression is wrong and everyone deserves the chance to be recognised for the hard work they do. No one tells Roger Federer to stop winning at tennis, he'll stop when he's lost his game. No one should be penalised for being too popular or too clever. Do we tell our scientists they are too smart? Do we tell Stephen Hawking that he is too intelligent? Do we tell Justin Bieber that.....yeah y'know what, let's not go with the last one .___. Anyway, the important thing is everyone tries hard, not just one person. To penalise someone for working hard is wrong and I'm glad to have such a big name supporting me ^^

Critique by ~shehrozeameen Jul 18, 2012, 3:32:45 AM

I find myself in a conundrum while reading this particular masterpiece. It isn't that I support bullying, nor for that matter take it upon myself towards fighting a cause which I (honestly speaking) am as guilty of as the wrost amongst us. Its as you summarized best in your work:

For it is a wonderous place, of miracles and mercy
Though gripped by those who are blinded by greed
I weep for them, as anyone should
For they have followed the devil's creed

The problem is simply a matter of capitalist tendencies merged with a mandatory requirement of our governing bodies towards "improvement". To them, improvement can be provided when, and only when, the community is made to rise up to the occasion (i.e. "budding talent provided space to show their work"); this acts as a double-edged sword. All the more reason why, however biased I may sound (relatively speaking), a fair deal is needed - freedom is, after all, a very misunderstood right.

Good luck with what you support, and may you be successful in your endeavor.

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Critique by ~NotenSMSK Jul 17, 2012, 3:37:51 PM

I am personally not concerned with the favorite stuff. I just like your work and as usual am giving my critique.

This is a well written work. The theme and the title both complement each other and so in a way it is a perfect harmony of the two.

The start is well posed; you left WHY he fell and all those details and stressed on the story ahead. You kept things subtle by not going over WHO or HOW he was uplifted but it just happened.

This subtlety is really good.

Then the expressions at places are also praiseworthy. The way ti takes you to the end is also beautiful and so I don't see many flaws (it was a free verse with a little rhyming) so i would say a pretty good job!

And I do hope your work gets back where it belongs

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~TwiUnderSeeker Sep 19, 2012

This is Beautiful. Great Job.

*WordOfChen Sep 28, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you for enjoying ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

P.S. Sorry about the late reply

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~animel0vur Jul 26, 2012

bravo

~DSteffi Jul 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

The fave break has been broken. Congrats!

~Kristy-B Jul 22, 2012 Student General Artist

Simply astounding. I must say that I've read a lot of pieces of literature, but this has to be one of my favourite poems.

~noorelven Jul 21, 2012

A very well written piece ..
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i didnt feel like adding the "but" ... but its there and so ... despite the great word bending at work here ... i think i shall leave the "but" out this time

~I-Lost-My-Way Jul 21, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Your Prophet has indeed been effective! He's the one who wrote the poem that had a link to you. And without that, I would never have found your wonderful works.

~GAcrewmember4life Jul 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

its beautiful

~Krusnik03 Jul 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

A beautiful piece of literature.

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It's so beautifull!!

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