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The Real WritersThe Real Writers:

There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.

Posers...

What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.

For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monstThe Real Writersin Literature

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Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:

To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...

Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:

A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...

Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.

Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corruptInto The Mental Abyssin Literature

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The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:

Evil is but a blooming flower,
Alluring, captivating.
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.

To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Can you?

Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...

Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.

I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupThe Flower of Evilin Literature

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I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:

Breathe -
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.

Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.

Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.

And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013I Like To Play With Skinin Literature

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A Midnight WearyA Midnight Weary

Amongst twinkling stars,
Much like a cricket's chorus;
Panicking student,
Types his essay:

"Failure is red,
My parent's say;
An Asian get 'B'
Is shameful display!"A Midnight Wearyin Literature

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If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:

There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.

I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.

I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.

I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.

Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.

Until the very last minute, when thIf you give in, they winin Literature

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Remember Your DuesRemember Your Dues:

You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.

Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.

But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.

You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.

But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!

But its too late for apologies;
TheRemember Your Duesin Literature

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Words for the Young BloodsWords for the Young Bloods:

To all my ninjas sittin' low on the street side,
I want you all to raise your head with pride.
Because I'm callin' out, for the youth to come together
And get those big wigs off the fuckin' power ladder.

You ready? Because we're going at it hard:

See I'm the kind of guy that they're all playin' with
A systematic crisis workin' in the way we live.
The big shots still sittin' and they growin' fat.
With young bloods starvin' just to get their life on track.

We take psychometric tests and make a passing grade,
But ain't no job cause the corporate head is gettin' paid.
And when they screwin' with the money, they ainWords for the Young Bloodsin Literature

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War TuneWar Tune:

I've got another beat for all my hard gamers,
Rockin' in 'Bloodfall', rank hall of famer.
Arena top ten, I'm the mage known as Ryda,
Got a femmie avatar; cute little strider.

You better come with me, if you want to live.
I'm roastin' up a storm with the fire that I give.
Meteor crash, I'm the king of all the stunners,
You better think twice if you're the knight or a gunner.

And if you talk big all them haters give you crap;
They cryin' on the field cause I bag 'em in the sack.
I'm sorry that you paid, but I went and broke your back.
Cash shop wings; I'll just rip em in a stack.

Cause even if you shellin' out dough to be the bestWar Tunein Literature

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Player versus PlayerPlayer versus Player:

Elemental artisttry, as lightning weaves through the air.
I see the bloodthirst in his eyes, the hunger for victory.
A demand to be recognised, yet soon to be silenced;
Perfect and perfunctory - my opponent made defunct...

As I stand above this dying creature;
The flicker of life soon fading from their eyes.
I smile and whisper a word of parting,
For the fool who fell where he lies.

-Unfinished piece by Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012Player versus Playerin Literature

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A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:

If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.

I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.

I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.

It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain whitA Polished White Sinkin Literature

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A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:

I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"

-

Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...

And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.

And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!

-

All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
A Game We Hate to Play:in Literature

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These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:

If my tears could tell a story of two -

What would they have to say about you?

Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking

And a girl who found it in the arms of another…

Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,

Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.

Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;

To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.

Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:

Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.

Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;

For her alone, these tears would come.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013These Tears Would Come:in Literature

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Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:

I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.

Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...

Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.

"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonDark Sadistic Muse:in Literature

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These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...

These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,

I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...

As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,

I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.

Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,

Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.

From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,

Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013These Hands Are So Red...in Literature

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We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...

I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...

Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself

Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with allWe Poets Are Frustrated...in Literature

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Artist ExploitationArtist Exploitation - The New Game Plan:

My dearest readers,

I have recently learned of a rather disturbing business plan being utilised by business people of an unscrupulous variety.

In essence their plan is simple: They gather art from many applicants and then they publish it as a magazine and sell it COMMERCIALLY!

Now then, why is this a problem? They tend to claim you get the benefits of advertisement and artists will be invited to read their works etc.

Well here's how the scam unfolds:

1. They get the artwork you created and an implied permission of use from you due to the voluntary submission

2. There is no formal written contracArtist Exploitationin Literature

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Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...

No matter the years that pass me by,

It seems I am forever trapped.

For when it comes to deceiving myself,

I'm afraid I'm rather apt.

In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...

A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.

And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.

I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.

- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012Chasing Shadows of You...in Literature

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~YumiCatGirl Jan 26, 2013

ohmai, bro, your works are amazing ;o; and so inspirational~

<33 you're awesome ;A;

*WordOfChen Feb 5, 2013 Professional Writer

Wh00 thank ye fer likin' them lass ;3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

~YumiCatGirl Feb 6, 2013

no problem~ ewe

~Wytefade Jan 23, 2013 Student General Artist

you are a stupendous writer

i keep coming back to read your works:3

*WordOfChen Jan 23, 2013 Professional Writer

Thank you, I'm very happy to have you do that ^^ I hope to produce more works you'll enjoy :3

If you got spare change, buy a book alright ;3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

~Wytefade Jan 24, 2013 Student General Artist

Np8D

In the near future perhaps:3

*WordOfChen Jan 25, 2013 Professional Writer

Thank ye ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

*Choco-Chii Jan 23, 2013

Don't ever stop being awesome, Captain!

*WordOfChen Jan 23, 2013 Professional Writer

I most certainly will not ^^

Thank you for enjoying my writing, if you have some spare change, help me out by buying a book :3

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

~StrawberryVertigo Jan 7, 2013

I was wondering are there any poems or stories you have that has some sort of sexy murder scene?

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