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 future
From the wanton wheel of fate...
"Such is the nature of desperation, when caught in an endless cycle of hate..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:You Lift Me Up3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 surro
In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:In Service to Morgana3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 with the wings of a crow
Yet those whose hearts are in the grip of denial
Will view her as a spectre in a blizzard of snow
Closer she creeps with a neck that has been snapped
Her gaping mouth sags as she calls out their name.
They try to run from her, but it is all in vain
For soon they will be forced to feel her pain...
But to me this is beaut
A Pirate Makes a PoemA Pirate Makes a Poem:A Pirate Makes a Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Apparently all it takes
Ta get ye works ta slake
Is a simple scheme o' rhyme
Which takes a minute o' time
Perhaps I'll do the same
It's fair ta play this game
No meanin' in tha words
They just flop around like birds
"Oh this stuff it speaks to me!"
Really is that true?
I'm afraid ye might be daft me thinks
Ye certainly be loose a screw
For if works do not have meanin'
Then they're simply done and dull
I think I'd rather spend me time
Playin' dice in a golden skull
I suppose that what tha people want
Is a simple kind o' style
One that looks as good as ale
But tastes like bricks and bile
"Now then lads, do I get ta be a poet too?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
The Simple DelightsThe Simple Delights:The Simple Delights2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 the bus this morn
But none can take the simple pleasure
of the rising sun at dawn
The simple things are what I wish to share
For like my heart, they are always true
and if you were here, sitting beside me
then I'd share this sunrise with you
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th August 2012, Unofficial Release
Breaking FreeBreaking Free:Breaking Free3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 excitement
This is the moment where things will change!
I can sense it in the way that the air is moving
As one I see the masses rise, they become tall-
Like giants made of flesh and anger!
They break like the tide upon the guards holding me
Setting me free once more...
And as I redeem my hat from the clutches of the self-righteous
Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:Can You Accept Me?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 you this letter
If it gets to you, then let me know
Reply to me and tell me clear
Can we still be a family?
Can I hope to have you near?
We've been through hell and I know I've done wrong
I never should have stayed just an angry kid
And now that we have one of our own;
I think I know that I need to quit
So please just give me a second chance
ScreamScream:Scream3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
He steps out onto the stage, grinning as always
He can hear the bass playing as the drum sets the mood
So to warm them up, he begins with an introduction:
Though we have come here tonight as individuals
I believe that we will leave here as friends
Because no one else, except a friend
Would be willing to hear you scream.
And so, tonight, we'll be playing our song "Scream"
He takes a deep breath and the guitar begins to wail
The drumming heats up and he knows that this is his moment
In a voice that is low and filled with emotion
He slowly begins to sing his song:
When first you came upon this path
You thought that you had seen the last of-
Nightmares crawling from your dreams!
You hear the sound of a thousand screams and they-
Drag you down to suffocate!
And you're just filled with so much hate that you-
(Feel like giving in...)
(When it cuts right past your skin!)
Just raise up your voice, I'll let you be heard!
Scream out your different kin
Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:Barely Breathing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 rest assured that you will keep on living
For I will never let you go...
I remember those days when you used to mock me
Your taunts were directed at my manner of speech
A lisp that would draw your cruel laughter
Has been silenced by taking the tongue...
Now these tubes that feed into your rigid back
Will keep you alive, if only
VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastesVinashuka3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.
But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie
amongst thousands of truths, a comforting security
that tells me I'm alive-
Is simple called 'Vinashuka'.
Now I feel like biting this flopping tongue
This worthless condemnation of meat and drool!
It gibbers endlessly and drives me to madness
A madness known as 'Vinashuka'
Chen Yuan Wen, 24th May 2012
JudgementJudgement:Judgement3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call
Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012
Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:Arguing With A Mirror3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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 can I say, I'm an inconsistent freak, ain't that why we're talkin'?
Clearly your manners could use some work, you ought to be begging me!
Well sorry Johnny English, beggin' just ain't what I do y'know
Sides, let's get down to brass tacks here, you're me! If I book it, you book it
Do you believe you have some sort of h
As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:As The Skies Parted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 of rage and anger
Thousands more fell to the plagues unleashed upon the people;
For famine and sickness claimed far more than the flame and stone...
All this, was contained within a magical snowglobe
A special artifact presented to the crew-member named Reaper
On a special day known as his birthday...
It was a gift from the Captain, forged with the m
The Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:The Never-ending Masque3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
They mime to mimic their props and tools
Using naught but the love that they have in their hearts
They create a fable of ghosts and ghouls
My brothers, no, it cannot be!
The narrator grasps at his throat in anguish
For the Jester's voice has been taken away
And now the show can finally be vanquished...
But the Harlequins laugh and put on a sm
Drowning in SocietyDrowning in Society:Drowning in Society2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold on the inside...
shivering before the night breaks
I watch myself fall
I hear the devil's call-
He breathes to me, once now, I lose myself and burn again!
He breathes to me, twice now, I lose myself and burn again!
This feeling of the ocean surrounding me
Drown in the oil of vile society
It clings and takes the life right out of me
Drown in the love of vile society...
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted!
We live our lives in hopes of growing wings
Pure white until they're stained by everything
Leave all that you hope for far behind
Let darkness come and free your broken mind
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted!
-Chen Yuan Wen
The Tomb of KhaineThe Tomb of Khaine:The Tomb of Khaine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moans of the shambling horde could be heard
As zombies burst from the depths of the tomb
The Pirates were trapped within the mausoleum;
Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...
It spawned a horror with each contraction
A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
Carved with the edge of a pus-dripping knife
As more of the beasts spewed forth from the depths
The Captain called for a spark of light
As Haze scattered the explosive dust
A match was thrown to make it ignite
Boom! it exploded with a shock of force
As the Pirates were thrown to the dirty floor
They cleared the space in front of them
But more of the creatures were blocking the door...
"We'll make a run for it, fast as we can.
I refuse to die, by a deadman's hand."
The Captain grinned for he saw the way
A single path to the light of day...
As they dashed for the door; cleaving a path
The Captain scattered some oil from a flask.
With a touch of powder to
DenialDenial:Denial3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 body turns to dust and is scattered away amongst the clouds
But still he presses on!
Eventually, all that is left of this man
is a pair of hands clinging stubbornly to the rocks
and though the winds may blow, the man's spirit wills them on
Inch by painful inch they climb, undetered and utterly determined
For even if he lacks a body, even if he has nothing lef
Living a LieLiving a Lie:Living a Lie3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel like I've awakened from a comatose state
And the world has gone on without me.
I stretch my legs and take a walk outside
And for the very first time I see:
A strange kind of beauty, that is utterly alluring
It calls out to my spirit with the gentlest of cries.
I'm afraid to admit, for it was rather unmanly,
That I left with tears in my eyes...
I can't imagine how I could have forgotten
The very way that I used to walk...
I remember now my habitual actions
And I've even learned to talk!
"Arrr me hearties, good day to ya all
It be a fine day ta sail on tha sea
And if we find a plethora o' treasure;
Then yer drinks are all on me!"
I must admit it that brought me a smile
To be speaking my native brogue.
It reminded me that a dashing man
Should always be a playful rouge.
But that aside I'm feeling better
For now my mind has found its peace.
A comforting sense of order and structure
It's almost as rare as the golden fleece.
Within this sphere
She Waits For MeShe Waits For Me:She Waits For Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom
The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity
Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee
Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!
But tonight I shall end this worthless pain
With a single act, let it all be done
I will burn my eyes and cast them out
For our game has just begun...
"Come spirit, let us end this you and I..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th July 2012
WinterfallWinterfall:Winterfall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
I paint it with colours, to frame the moment of death
and lay it with the others in the mountain's breast
Here in the silence, within the womb of the earth
You can view the masterpiece that I have birthed
A giant of corpses, sewn with flesh
Tattooed with the faces of eternal rest...
"Ah, indeed I am a genius..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 23rd August 2012
Without JoyA bard may choose to sing a song of happy days and eternal blissWithout Joy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But why should I sing of happiness, when misery is all that is?
The suffering we see around us, is tantamount to hell
Yet we accept these horrid days; caught within a spell
Perhaps I'm simply being morbid, a soul disturbed by a darker voice
Or perhaps I am the whispered truth; personified by choice.
I will not speak of revelations nor of better days to come
In terms of hope for the future; I'd rather remain mum.
For the world I've seen has shown to me, that pain equates to life
I'm sure you've tried it many times on the edge of a sharpened knife
Why would you open embittered wounds and seek a constant pain?
Why must you always drench yourself in a cold and solemn rain?
Is the heart a device so perfectly fragile, that it needs to be reinforced
Or do we simply enjoy ourselves; screaming until we're hoarse...
The answer to this is not so simple and I've sought it out for years
I've searched in every distant cor
An Epic LegendAn Epic Legend:An Epic Legend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The skies turned bloody, as the smell of death wafted through the air;
Those yet to be consumed by the madness, stood dumbfounded in the streets
They stared at the sky and into the glimmering eye of Tashorak
Who in the moments of his birth, consumed the stars that surrounded him
The Moon was all that stood in his way, for she would not let her people die
Yet though she fought with all of her might, she too was eventually consumed...
The Sun watched helpless, for he was powerless during the Eternal Night
Yet though he could not act directly; he could send others to act in his stead
The first was an Elf, Auroch Vasira, who pierced the night with his mighty bow
His arrows shot into the empty sky, to shimmer and replace the swallowed stars
The second was a wizard from the human lands, his name was Kurath Damien
With the powers of the Arcane, ancient and pure, he rescued the Moon from death.
It took its place in the sky once more and its glow weakened Tashorak
Battle ScarsBattle Scars:Battle Scars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 his servant and relieve me of this pain...
Yet, my prayers go unheard
Here I lie, slowly fading
slowly drifting into the grey ocean
as the voice that commands me utters my fate:
"Pikachu, use Thunderbolt NOW!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, Experimental Release
Shot to HellShot to Hell:Shot to Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 wait for the water to fill my lungs
All of a sudden, quick as a flash, I ended up here
here in this realm of flames and smoke, dust and death, desolation and sorrow...
As the pillars of fire reached for the sky, I found myself drifing down
deep into the depths of this realm, like a cartridge spent from a gun
At first, I was confuse