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Alone 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.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
-
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fated die -
Alone this soul was left to lie...
"Alone, but alive..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th November 2012
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.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
-
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fated die -
Alone this soul was left to lie...
"Alone, but alive..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th November 2012
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Suicidal
Blood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
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Open Heart Surgery
I've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
"Dear poetry,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and mak
Literature
Sinking
Recently I've been sinking
Like a stone into a pond
Having skimmed across the surface
Of life for far too long
Please may I have a new heart
Along with a new mind
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not this time
Recently I've been sinking
Into myself like quicksand
No one sees as it swallows me
Each grain a mislaid plan
Please may I crawl inside your love
Mingle hearts until the end
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not again
Recently I've been sinking
Such an overused metaphor
But one which is cathartic
When choosing to explore
That I could save you my love
And in time you could save me
As fear and
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Author's Comment:
Alright mates,
I guess I should start with an apology. Originally there was supposed to be a humour release tonight, but it was...flat. Literally it was dead, so I went to see my buddy Jerome to help me turn it into a song. We managed to do a somewhat rap-like version of Yohoho and a Bottle of Rum (to be released tomorrow or the day after), but after we talked for awhile...well I created this.
The background to this is actually funny, see, I was helping someone close to me yesterday, only to have someone I once considered close abandon me completely. It hit me like a shock-wave I suppose, but I ignored it and tanked through yesterday. I guess the full impact really didn't hit me till Jerome started playing his guitar.
The lyrics fell out pretty naturally and I sort got into the whole groove of it by the second portion. Its kind of metal/rock sort of song. The first portion is sung in a high-pitched male rocker type voice, while the bold section is semi-rapped in a deep Amon Amarth type growl. Both sections are repeated once in the same order (but slightly faster) and then the final section is sung by the same voice as the first, but this is done in an almost Evanescence type style to finish off with the last phrase in quotes whispered toward the end of the track.
It was pretty cool to jam with Jerome and I think it really helped me deal with this issue. It really sucks when someone, whom you consider a friend, just decides that they should cut-you off (lol ) and it just feels pretty low to be abandoned without them even trying to talk to you or try to salvage something from it.
I'm the type of guy that goes the distance when he's capable of helping and I'm honest if I'm not able to, hence I don't make promises I can't keep. One promise that is frequently broken though is the whole 'we'll definitely be friends' thing. I feel that if you don't want to make the effort to be friends with someone, and if you can't handle them at both their worst and their best, then don't even make the promise in the first place.
People who do this sort of thing will always be around and it always hurts to be abandoned (and we're not even talking a relationship here thank god xD), but I firmly believe that they will get their just desserts. The ugliness of their personality will definitely come out for all to see and eventually they suffer the same fate they inflicted upon you (and in their case it might even be worse). At that point, I hope that they'll think back and remember what they did and maybe change for the better.
As for me, I'd like to say thanks. Thanks for the memories and for the pain, because now I can even do this type of poetry. Adios amigo, I won't be looking back.
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
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If you'd like to hear me do some live comedy, answer questions and read poems LIVE then check out the latest two episodes of my show:
Episode 5: [link]
Episode 6: [link]
Author's Comment:
Alright mates,
I guess I should start with an apology. Originally there was supposed to be a humour release tonight, but it was...flat. Literally it was dead, so I went to see my buddy Jerome to help me turn it into a song. We managed to do a somewhat rap-like version of Yohoho and a Bottle of Rum (to be released tomorrow or the day after), but after we talked for awhile...well I created this.
The background to this is actually funny, see, I was helping someone close to me yesterday, only to have someone I once considered close abandon me completely. It hit me like a shock-wave I suppose, but I ignored it and tanked through yesterday. I guess the full impact really didn't hit me till Jerome started playing his guitar.
The lyrics fell out pretty naturally and I sort got into the whole groove of it by the second portion. Its kind of metal/rock sort of song. The first portion is sung in a high-pitched male rocker type voice, while the bold section is semi-rapped in a deep Amon Amarth type growl. Both sections are repeated once in the same order (but slightly faster) and then the final section is sung by the same voice as the first, but this is done in an almost Evanescence type style to finish off with the last phrase in quotes whispered toward the end of the track.
It was pretty cool to jam with Jerome and I think it really helped me deal with this issue. It really sucks when someone, whom you consider a friend, just decides that they should cut-you off (lol ) and it just feels pretty low to be abandoned without them even trying to talk to you or try to salvage something from it.
I'm the type of guy that goes the distance when he's capable of helping and I'm honest if I'm not able to, hence I don't make promises I can't keep. One promise that is frequently broken though is the whole 'we'll definitely be friends' thing. I feel that if you don't want to make the effort to be friends with someone, and if you can't handle them at both their worst and their best, then don't even make the promise in the first place.
People who do this sort of thing will always be around and it always hurts to be abandoned (and we're not even talking a relationship here thank god xD), but I firmly believe that they will get their just desserts. The ugliness of their personality will definitely come out for all to see and eventually they suffer the same fate they inflicted upon you (and in their case it might even be worse). At that point, I hope that they'll think back and remember what they did and maybe change for the better.
As for me, I'd like to say thanks. Thanks for the memories and for the pain, because now I can even do this type of poetry. Adios amigo, I won't be looking back.
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
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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.
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Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
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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,
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But every action impacts upon us as a community.
Why?
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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.
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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.
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the rhyming is perfect,the words are right,but there's something just off about this.I understand where you're coming from in writing this,i feel your emotions but they have a stifling effect,a lacking of consistency.You can write great inspirational poems,and also of sarcastic nature,but in this emo gothic kind of genre,the feelings should go in much more deeper,i'd know because i used to listen to melodic death metal hence i've heard much more better songs/lyrics about loneliness and the unsatisfied hollow feelings of being alive.i think this could be improved and even might need a few corrections especially the last few lines.You're a good writer/poet i'll give you that,but im just not feeling this one as much as the others i've read from you so im just here to leave constructive but honest criticism frankly n i dont care if i get negative ratings on this tbh because you've got alot of fans so forgive me XD