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The Unseen Life

I thought pain was created to fade
But it seems like my life was crafted to break
So I apologize to the mirror and say "I'm sorry, it's too late."
I can't even look at my own face, as I can never accept my mistakes

I realize that I am brokenly made
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My mind bleeds away the memories I've wasted
Remorse begins to slowly fill in the gaps that are left
This stained razor blade leaves every dark moment perfectly divided
I try not to indulge in act of prayer, because I refuse to ever confess

Even in death I will never rest
-
All visible colors descend into the ground
And time drifts off to sleep
Every sharp outline ascends into the clouds
As this reality begins to dream

This world has truly abandoned me
-
I keep on doing what I've done
So I can't deny that I've forsaken hope
I couldn't stop the emptiness once it had begun
But I had no other choice, because I was left alone

All I have ever had was myself to disown
-
Dawning self-hatred with no end
I could only loath it silently
Can't take back what I said
Love is just a fantasy

I was born to mourn regretfully
-
Something that no condolences can ever express
My swift judgment was ruled secretly by thee
Guilt and blame was a part of your sentence
So I am what finally remains to be

I wish this life of mine could be unseen
Experiencing my life
Through these eyes
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I'm Almost There

Strung out
But sober
Drunk with rage

Broken down
The oppressor
Altered by pain

They say...
They say...
They say the prison is here to save us!

To cage...
To cage...
To cage up the thoughts that are dangerous!

-
Weeping for the hollowed
Can't live through tomorrow

My pride I swallowed
And I put on cold smile

My choice is my own
An addiction to being hurt

I want help, but I don't
I wanna change, but I won't

I have too many dark secrets
Flowing in my veins of concrete

This is what they've done to me
The product I like to call "a perfect tragedy."

-
Blank stare
Too peaceful
Syncing with blame

A mirror
So pitiful
Soon to break

I said...
I said...
I said it's too late!

I want...
I want...
I want it to end this way!
The shards have fallen
The will to exist is broken
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She's Not Your Toy:

Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...


Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean

The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...


A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...

Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...


A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates

She will not move from here, because it would change nothing
She will not speak, for in her mind it has not happened
She ignores the tears that run down her cheeks
fervently praying that she will finally wake up
But as the hours pass, her hope vanishes
and she is left completely hollow...

No one will know, no one has to know
I'll act like I usually do tomorrow
and nothing will be different
everything is fine
everything is fine
everything is fine


-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th October 2012
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Author's Comment:

Alright, so as I stated this is a poem dealing with 'rape'.

I chose not to use the traditional portrayal of rape involving lots of violence and struggles and screams, because the trauma that the victim feels generally causes them to clam up instead.

As one intelligent individual quoted, most of the rapes are never reported, most know their attacker and it can occur anywhere anytime.

It was for that reason that I chose to portray a scene where the victim knows the attacker (i'll leave the relationship up to you) and is basically unable to fight back because the trauma of the event is so hard that she can't even put it into words. Instead during the event she just escapes into her own mind, completely emotionless and dead.

The originally piece was going to be longer, but I shortened it because the most emotional scene, whilst definitely jerking tears since I made myself cry will acting out the scenario in my head...was waaay too long and split the meaning of the poem turning it into a story (which I didn't want). Therefore I left it as is and I hope you all enjoy it.

This will probably be my last dark piece for awhile, I think I'll be working with love songs and other stuff for awhile xD Community needs more fun after this and I intend to provide ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
Sorry I'm A Man Sorry I'm A Man:

He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
No features
No face
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be

The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail

"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure

Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity

Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a
Where Angels Play Where Angels Play:

A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?

How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
If only
I am barely breathing...

The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...

The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering

Do I alone escape this and find my peace
wi
Why I Hate My Life Why I Hate My Life:

Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle

The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement

The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house

I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church

I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it

My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have

Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is
My Beautiful Filth My Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivance


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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
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FEAR:

Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey

For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see

From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below

Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only his anxiety for company—
Resting for what might be his very last

From birth, Ever-present, Always Remembered
such is the nature of FEAR…

-

Writing poetry again Doctor Cecil? That's good!
You'll need a hobby to be working in an environment like this…


-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th October 2012
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Author's Comment:

So my dear friends, THIS is the secret project I have been working on.

See, several people in the past have criticized my style of writing, saying that it would be better with proper punctuation. I fully agree with that, but my writing style is also designed to be simple so even if I did use full punctuation there are few changes. However, it seems to satisfy the Edgar Allan Poe fans and that's alright with me :3 I decided to pick up his general punctuation format and I will probably do a parody on his work 'The Raven' in future, but for now, I want to tell you about this little series I've been working on.

This poem, as you can imagine, is the first in the Liquefaction series of poetry that will be released over the course of this week. It is an experiment in a more modern fictional style of poetry writing and also an experiment in having a story within a story.

The poem will tell a story obviously, but at the same time...notice some extra lines separated down the bottom? Doctor Cecil's story will be quite another matter so please look forward to me developing it...I think you'll get quite a kick out of this particular technique :3

Thank you all for reading and please look forward to more ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
She's Not Your Toy She's Not Your Toy:

Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...

Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean

The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...

A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...

Happy birthday sweeth
Sorry I'm A Man Sorry I'm A Man:

He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
No features
No face
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be

The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail

"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure

Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity

Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a
Where Angels Play Where Angels Play:

A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?

How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
If only
I am barely breathing...

The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...

The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering

Do I alone escape this and find my peace
wi
Why I Hate My Life Why I Hate My Life:

Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle

The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement

The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house

I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church

I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it

My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have

Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is


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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
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Ashes Of Tomorrow

I can destroy what I create
If I really, and truly wanted to
I can light these feelings ablaze
If I didn't want anymore support from you

I barely stop myself time and time again
I realize there's a sense of cruelty in all of us
It's just that feeling, everything might be in vain
When tempted at breaking down those barriers of trust

To jeopardize all of the triumphs
I want to be the one who is blamed
The fire will reach the sky, and become my guidance
I want to be swallowed by my own inner, selfish flames

-
I sit behind the scenes of my friendships
Alone, with a fake smile on my face
That old feeling of loneliness is tempting
Cold, but the embers will soon burn me away


Ashes paint the sky / I'm the phoenix at fault
My flames roar as I cry / As all hope finally falls


I need to get back at myself
Delivering a fiery vengeance
I know that I don't deserve anyone else
As all of the bridges simultaneously start burning

-
I wanted to erase what I made
And I tried to really, and truly mean it
But I know that I'm not an advocate for hate
I just would rather hurt myself than have you involved in this

I remain remorseful over the feelings that I hid
Ashamed, while my loved ones still continued to help
I know that my actions will be hard to forgive
Relieved, because my isolation has failed

I couldn't put out the fires that I lit, once it had begun
I will try my hardest to make my wrong's right
I believe a better tomorrow will come
Out from the ashes, we shall rise


"A true friend will never give up, even when you think that you're not good enough."
Out From The Ashes
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Era Of Silence

Cascading glares swim around my whole body
Searching for some kind of flaw that I might have
But they don't realize that my life is the problem entirely
I can hardly keep on hiding all of the imperfections I secretly grasp

Denial is simple / If you say so
Pretending is impossible / I can't let you know


So I no longer speak for myself
No,   not   anymore
I feel that I deserve this hell
My   pure   torture
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I'm just too snared by the knives in my back
No one wanted to accept me for who I really was
That's why I had no choice but to put up this wounded act
But I guess that's what the feeling of losing everybody does

Guilt is truly consuming / If you succumb to it
Sympathy is harshly damaging / The infliction is endless


I always put myself last
But   first   to   feel   the   carnage
I let peace slip through my hands
I   hate   being   so   goddamn   selfless
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I hold my head up high toward the sky
So the tears will eventually drip down into my chest
I refuse to allow the ones who did this see me break down and cry
But they always have their way, so I will give them my very last breath

Fear can be so controlling / I was not brave enough
Hope can be an illusion / I want to just give up


My friendships were so double-edged
But   I   didn't   want   to   be   alone
Abandonment can never be reversed
Because   the   damage   will   be   done
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I've forgotten what my own voice sounds like
Because it's been so long now that I've done this
I don't know how much longer I can stand this kind of life
My real self must have died somewhere along this era of silence


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Second version: An Undeserved Silence
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With a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.

The struggles that plague me, though none may know,

Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles

Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine

I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.

Though the silence continues to press upon me,

Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.

Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,

If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...


-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
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Author's Comment:

It's occurred to me recently that people might be getting tired of long poetry. I've noticed that viewership around October tends to suffer and maybe it's because some people are closer to their exam periods and they can't really read long pieces + Halloween and other events.

So what do I do about it? Create a new technique of course :3

This is a little something I call 'Shot-Glass Poetry'. Essentially it has the following characteristics:
1. The use of spaced out lines to make it more relaxing for the reader's eyes.
2. The length is short overall (much like a shot of rum)
3. Emotion must be there (A single shot is potent after all and this mimics that)
4. It must be simple to understand (It's not a cocktail)

By using these four characteristics (taken from various other poetic styles) the combined result is a relaxing semi-smooth piece that still carries the emotional impact of a longer poem, but is much shorter in length and suitable for someone who just wants to relax at the end of the day and get the same feels without the hassle of reading a long piece.

I'll be doing these shots actively, so please let me know if you like them. I think it'll be nice to space out my longer work with quick shots in between especially during stressful seasons when people need to relax more ^^.

This piece in particular, speaks about the feelings that some people have at the end of the day. Particularly if they live alone. For these lonely individuals, sometimes that cup of coffee and a window pane is really all you have at the end of the day. Heck, even I end up with just that sometimes...but a warm drink can still feel pretty darn good :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
Yeah I'm Stupid! Yeah I'm Stupid!:

Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to — as they say in slang —
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?

-

Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme — rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Str
Waking Nightmares Waking Nightmares:

It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness—
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood…

The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness—
A single pounce would end my life…

Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore—
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint…

What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a questio
This is for the Reader This is for the Reader:

With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...

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When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told—
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light…

-

So this is the only way, that
FEAR FEAR:

Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey

For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see

From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below

Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only


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Mercenary 1-1 MERCENARY

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
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I'm So Far Away From Hope

Society told me the world is black and white
I didn't want to believe it
Because I want something more than a narrow minded life
I need something different

Feeling as if I was truly alone in this world
It's hard to keep believing
Feeling as if I no longer could move forward
It's difficult to keep breathing

I'm stuck between the realms of discrimination and belief
I had to lock away my tears in a prison
For I am the only one who can keep my resolve safe
But I'm such a fragile person
-
I knew I couldn't take any of it / I knew everyone is so swift with judgment
I knew I would fall to the hatred / I knew everyone's morals are blinded

-
Maybe it is meant
To be like this from beginning to end

To endure without crying
To practice the art of suffering

I wanted to find change
But I'm not strong enough for this pain

The hollowed promises won't be found
Because I was taught to despise myself

-
I was told that there was nothing here for me
I failed right from the beginning
I acted so goddamn foolishly
It's just wishful thinking

Because we have drawn an infinite line
It's either one side or the other
To choose to be a living lie
Or to be alone altogether

I have to suffer, over peace and freedom
Why does it come down to this?
To live in fear, and isolation
Why does our choice exist?
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I've already lost / I just want to let go
It's as if I'm already gone / I'm so far away from hope
As if you already lost...
As if you're already gone....
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Letting Go of You:

You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...

I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger

I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it

But then I saw how happy you were...

In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon seeing that, my anger faded...

Your smile, that which I fell in love with
is more radiant now than the morning sun
a gentle blush upon your fair cheeks
takes my breath away, just as it did so long ago

Of course, I  don't hold any hope for us to be friends
I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to come back
but perhaps one day, if I am famous enough
If I am allowed to perform upon a grand stage

Will you watch me dance for you, one last time?

-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd September 2012
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Author's Comment:

My friends I am back!

And I noticed that so many relationship poems that talk about how the other party made a mistake, how they're all depressed, etc. etc.

Unfortunately, life has a much wider spectrum. There is an entire RANGE of emotions, not just being depressed.

What about the recovery? What about moving on?

This poem is ABOUT those feelings that we forget, the fact that depression isn't the end, rather you do move on and eventually you can smile. Do not wallow in despair, because the light returns at the next dawn ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
This is All About You This Is All About You:

Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book

Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look

So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare

I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care

She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task

Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask

She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud

She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud

She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz

But she smiles and goes on an
Oppa Pirate Style! Oppa Pirate Style:

Chen Chen Chen Chen, Chen is pirate style!
Chen Chen Chen Chen, Chen is pirate style!

Stick-on tattoos and a Captain's hat makes me a player
My pirate theme is 'Raining Blood' by a band that's known as Slayer
But let's realise the fact: I've got no beard, I'm just that cool
I'm like Monkey D. Luffy when I drown in a kiddie pool

Cause I'm a guy!
The type that sails along the seven seas, a pirate guy
With a black fedora hat I use to tease, a pirate guy
Got so much swag I cure the love disease, a pirate guy
I'm a pirate guy!

So heyo- Pretty ladies I need to know...I need to know
Would you get aboard my ship and dr
Aren't You Ashamed Yet? Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:

A Mask
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms

Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms

You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...

I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
an
Immortal Butterfly Immortal Butterfly:

I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back

I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back

I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed

Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me thi


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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
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A Wish For Freedom

I, a child birthed in chains

Raised in a cage

But on this day- they will break
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I was taught self-hatred
Learning that the differences were divided
Among the people who are considered “civilized “

Forcefully combining my fear and envy
As I was raised in the middle of this society
My power and pride were deprived of me

I was only an empty vessel
Believing that all promises were fabled
But once upon a calm- I witnessed hope's revival

Wings sprout from my tongue / Words from my soul are sung
A new voice's journey has begun / Let the era of silence be undone

Obtaining peace of mind / Experiencing freedom of heart
Allowing the colors to shine / The future will blind the scars

I had to fight the system; I had to stop the cycle
It was either my downfall or survival
So I reversed this downward spiral

Care not, for those who maim
Fear not, for those who damn my name
Weep not, for those who choose to go the other way

I told myself that I will survive
And I will no longer enable others to control my life
For the path I'm now walking on is one that I can finally call mine
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I, a child who will make a difference

To create an identity and gain independence

Today I will grasp my long awaited freedom
I, a child who will become unbroken

To be proud to be different

I will no longer be silent
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