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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

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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

The shards have fallen
The will to exist is broken
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Sometimes I just feel like, quittin' I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' with real life
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This is for you, Ash
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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

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?

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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…

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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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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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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

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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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

Hail to the shadow sun
The ending to my agony has begun
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Alright so, I'm a dark poet...in general...in fact the next pieces I'm preparing are 'Whispering to Lucifer' and 'Lamb of God'. Well those are the tentative titles.

But anyway, the point I want to make is this. Even if we are dark, there are times when we should smile and be happy and enjoy ourselves. So amidst the slew of dark emotions I'm seeing being constantly thrown head-first onto DA, I thought I would try to release a nice romantic piece, but...

IT FAILED DESU! I'M TERRIBLE AT ROMANCE!

So in the end, I turned it around using the one-line format and switched it up into sort of a cheesy comical love-poem which I would use if I were friendzoned around 6 years ago (when I was 16). Unfortunately now my style is very different and I'm very straight forward about things like love

Anyway, enjooooy the cuteness...or the fail...whichever you like best xD.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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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 You're The Drug That Keeps Me You're the Drug That Keeps Me:

You've got me twisting on the edge
and I beg to stay...
I know I should quit
but I can't walk away...
You're the drug that keeps me whole
when I'm feeling cold
When I'm feeling cold
You've got me in your hold!

EVERYTIME I WALK YOU BRING ME RIGHT BACK HERE
A HUNDRED TIMES OR MORE IT'S GETTING REALLY UNCLEAR
DO YOU LIKE TO FUCK WITH ALL MY HOPES AND INNER FEAR
OR MAYBE CUT ME DOWN SO YOU KNOW THAT I'LL KEEP YOU NEAR?

A hundred times, a hundred pages
twelve different masks and a thousand stages
You've got me beggin' for more
out in the rain at your door
I'm not a man, I'm just your little whore

A

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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