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They Watch Us:

Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.

I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...

I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.

The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.

And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012
Arrr maties,

BONUS RELEASE. This piece was done for :iconzune164: for his birthday on the 10th of November.

This backstory to this poem is once again a snippet from 'The Legend of Chenbeard'. It's the other story I'll be releasing over summer break.

In the world of Chenbeard the pirate, the fantasy world of Gaia, there are a race of humanoids with black wings known as the Sumi'tar. They are said to be the descendants of giants and although they resemble human barbarian tribes, in terms of their traditions and beliefs, the are much taller, bulkier and tougher than the average human.

Killing a Sumi'tar warrior takes a lot of effort and this is made worse by the fact that they are skilled combatants who enjoy conflict. Furthermore they bear an incredible resistance to poisons and disease, much like the dwarves, meaning cheap-shots don't quite work against them either.

Amongst the various races, the Sumi'tar are one of the few that can inherently wield Spiritech weapons without training and without suffering from spirit poisoning or magical mutation. The only other races that bear this trait are Orcs, Dwarves and Merfolk.

If you want to learn more about Spiritech weaponry and see the world I will craft for you...then look forward to summer break. It's all coming soon :3 (Necromancer is also set in the same universe so there'll be many similarities between the two stories).

As for me, I'm studying hard for my exams and trying to cope with some...personal difficulties. It's not too bad though and during such times you always find out who your real friends are.

I'll be back soon my friends, with all the colours of a freakin' epic RAINBOW *___*

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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Machine Man:

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.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
Aye me friends.

Tonight I've decided to make a bonus release...because I have an exam tomorrow and I really can't be buggered studying anymore :iconcaptainjackplz:

That said, I do sometimes enjoy doing some human nature poetry. I usually write this stuff when I'm in the right mood (i.e. down down down down). I wrote this one a couple of days back as a skeleton idea and fleshed it out today.

Hope you enjoy it. I'll be back veeery soon.

Wish me luck for my exams tomorrow...so that they'll remember it as the day they almost failed...Captain Siddhartha Chen (for those of you that didn't know 'Siddhartha' is my first name...SHOOOOOSH, its a secret.)

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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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 question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'…

My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs—

'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the more I am called; the more I shall unleash.
Chaos shall spread and all shall be consumed!
You will be the catalyst that frees me, my wretched egg of birth'

I try to deny his words, but my hands are quickly shackled as I am brought against the wall
My feet seem to sink into the ground and my mouth then melts away, leaving me trapped and mute.
I stare with eyes that convey no meaning, not to a single creature in that room
For in my company, all that remains — is the withering ash of our hopeless doom…

-

Woah doctor, you ain't lookin' so good. You been sleepin' alright?
Maybe you oughta take the night off and rest, you look like hell…

-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th October 2012
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Next: COMING SOON!

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Author's Comment:

Alright so, along with the release of the third episode here is the second poem in the Liquefaction series. Compared to the first one...Doctor Cecil doesn't seem to be doing so good. I wonder what'll happen next. Please enjoy my reading and sorry for the screwup at the end, I choked on it, but had to press on ^^;

Don't forget to send notes about what you want me to talk about during the episode. I love to get fan suggestions about topics and if you want me to discuss something then SEND A NOTE :3.

Other than that, keep tuning in, keep faving and commenting and pretty soon we're gonna rule the world. Thank you everyone for always supporting me at Word of Chen. Now let's show the world what the REAL deal is all about. *Totally posing in an epic portrait with everyone behind* Hellz yeah :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
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...

-

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
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


Other Literature by Me:
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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Dishonoured:

He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.

For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...

But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...

Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
If ye enjoyed this, please don't forget t' fave it, each one tells me yer actually enjoyin'. Otherwise I worry I may not be holdin' yer interest yar?

Now then, lads and lasses, I hope ye'll lend me ye ears fer awhile.

I've known about the problem of parasitic authors on DA fer quite awhile, but the problem doesn't seem t' be gettin' better. Rather, it's gettin' much worse.

What is a parasitic author? Someone who uses the artwork of another in their lit. submissions and doesn't give proper credit

Now, it's common knowledge. If ye don't own it, DON'T use it. That's infringement of copyright and t' use th' urban slang fer it, "You're dick-riding man..."

Essentially th' thing t' remember is that giving credit and asking fer permission is a common courtesy. A lot of artist simply like to put:

"Image not mine, searched it up"

Even if ye do a google search. Here's th' correct way t' do things:

"This image is not owned by me, the original artist is [website/artist name] and the original artwork can be found here: [link]. I have obtained the artist's permission to use it as a cover."

If everyone did that, then honestly, there wouldn't be any problems.

'owever, what I see most o' th' time is authors bein' VERY flippant about these basic rules o' courtesy and instead thinkin' that sayin' they don't own it, is enough t' allow them t' use it. They often like t' say:

"Hey man, chill, I'm not doing it for attention!"

But...if yer not...then why not let ye words speak fer themselves?

I think it is an extreme dishonour, upon all of us as poets, if we support those that unfairly abuse the works of others without concern fer the original artist. One of the groups I'm in has stated:

'No credit, no acceptance'. I think that's a fair rule because when you use something, ye must always give credit to one whose work ye are usin'.

Therefore, I implore ye all as me readers and fellow lit. folk. If ye see a piece with an art cover and it seems pretty clear from their gallery and description that they don't produce these covers. Then speak t' them and the original artist and make sure they understand that giving credit is the HONOURABLE way of usin' cover art. If ye don't give credit, then you'll lose yer honour.

Do ye want t' be like Prince Zuko? Didn't think so lads...

-Captain Chenbeard o' the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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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 greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!

In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of my hatred, the weight of my resolve
these feelings, this grudge, all of it shall emerge tonight
like a butterfly, finally free of its cocoon..

When the clock strikes midnight, in the quiet of the dark
a metallic barrel is set against my right temple
There are no regrets for me, nor the slightest shake in my finger
for my only thoughts are of the ultimate vengeance

And when you are alone in the night, warm and safe in your bed
When you hear the shadows creeping and shifting around you
Take a moment to remember those things that you did to me
and smile...
for I shall be smiling, right by your side...


-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th September 2012
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Author's Comment:

Now...recently I've been seeing plenty of depressing poems on DA. I've seen a boatload of stuff about 'suicide' or 'darkness' and weeeeell...

Let me put it this way, it was always the same thing over and over. Take the topic of 'suicide' for example. 'Slit wrists, hanged from a rope, pills to kill myself'

These were always the standard methods being cited over and over.

Some pieces were good because they really portrayed the hatred and the abuse...but it always falls flat if it ends with something...that has grown to be commonplace.

Now all of you know my style and you know that I LOVE being brutal when I write the dark stuff, but sometimes darkness has to be beautiful. The way in which hatred is portrayed cannot be so easily summed up the use of a razor blade to cut oneself...that's not hardcore enough.

To use a common slang, 'Go hard or go home'. I put myself in the mentality of someone who bore hatred for absolutely everything because of his own suffering and when I did that I discovered that an end without beauty...without something to make it really stand out, would not make my aggressors feel a thing.

However, if I painted the walls with my shames, if I SCREAMED my vengeance in writing and swore to come back as a demon that would haunt them in the night. Then, my death would have meaning. It would be in the papers, my harsh words of vengeance, the realistic descriptions of hell. They would feel the fear, even if they laugh about it in their own time...and finally, when they are alone...looking at their own reflection in the bathroom mirror, imagine their surprise when they see me standing there...smiling...right behind them. As they turn to face me...they find nothing there and when they turn back, their reflection has transformed into me and then I'll ask them:

'Why so serious son?'

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

P.S. This piece is entirely artistic in nature. So pleeeeeease do not send me notes asking 'you alright?' because if you do I'll just spend my day copypasting a reply saying, 'Yes I am, this is an art piece etc. etc.'

Other Poems by Me:
Whispering to Lucifer Whispering to Lucifer:

Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia

Such is the father's gift of free will...

Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free

Without adversity, there can be no acension...

Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my
Letting Go of You 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
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


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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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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
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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 :icongotyeplz:) 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 :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:

Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!

Okay, I'm sorry...

What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
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.

I'm sorry...

Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!

I'm sorry!

You're
Pat
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:

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,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...

I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
Why?

BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!

When I craft my works, when I write each and ev
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:

Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?

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.

On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;

You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.

You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge l
Machine ManMachine Man:

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.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012


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I. Introduction:

   I have noticed that many critics on DA tend to leave rather harsh and sometimes subjective critiques on the pages of the artists being critiqued. Their rationale for doing so is based on the concept that 'we shouldn't molly-coddle each other and instead "tell it like it is"'. However this type of critique reflects poorly on one who is critiquing as opposed to the one who is being critiqued and I will explain why throughout the course of this guide. In essence I hope to use this resource as a way of teaching potential critics how to properly focus their abilities and direct their critiques in a
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARY

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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An Oath to My Father:



The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.

A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.

I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors

Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.

Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!

Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -

Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood

Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;

Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!

Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation

Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;

Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,

Especially whilst he stands before me! As his growls fill the mountain range -

So too shall he hear the roar of my oath! An oath of vengeance, sworn in blood:


FOR MIN FADER!



-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st November 2012
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Author's Comment:

Arrr, before anyone tells me. YES, I know th' phrase at the end o' th' poem is incorrect. I had t' improvise. Why? The proper Norwegian translation for (For My Father) is:

"For min Far"

Now the Dutch translation is "Voor mijn Vader" (which is pronouced almost th' same way as is written in th' poem). Hence, in order fer people who don't speak either o' these languages t' understand the impact of what the barbarian is sayin' at the end before 'e meets his destiny, I combined both to create "For Min Fader", which sounds pretty good in my opinion ^^;

Anywho, the poem I wrote t'night is a shot-glass style poem, although slightly longer than normal, but it also combines an emotional element and fantasy element (two prominent choices in the polls).

For those who voted fer 'Sadistic darkness', ye'll get what ye need on Saturday, ye can BELIEVE me about that :3. "Sensual Torture" will be released then AND read Live ;3

As fer the beast he's facin', I call it a Sungril Hellhound, which will be featured in the collaborative "Monster Compendium" between me uncles and me, ye'll have t' wait till next year t' get proper news about it, but here's a quick snippet from the Hellhound:

"The Sungril Hellhound, unlike the rest of its kin, is unique because it dwells only in the Frozen North-lands or in extremely cold places. It is also well known for being the toughest and most vicious species of Hellhound, owing to the fact that it can cast both Ice and Fire aligned spells. Consequently, it is immune to both types and therefore ridiculously difficult for any adventurer to best. The only elements that can scratch its thick, magic resilient hide are the elements of Earth and Lightning. Unfortunately, both will do a pitiful amount of visible damage as the Hellhound is of the demon race and hence bears an incredible resistance to any sort of magic. Pray that your warriors are strong enough to cut its flesh with the sharpness of their weapons alone, or you might quickly find yourself dying a rather ignominious death..."

Hope ye enjoyed that little snippet and remember, ye can always look forward t' a Chen-style fantasy, because I'll be showin' ye a world ye ain't never seen before lads... (and lasses xD)

-Captain Chenbeard o' th' Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:

Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...

I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -

I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...

This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Hallo
There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:

~

There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.

There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.

There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.

There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...

~

There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.

There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.

There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.

There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...

~

I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.

I love this little g
DishonouredDishonoured:

He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.

For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...

But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...

Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."



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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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There Are Things Beneath the Garden:

~

There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.

There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.

There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.

There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...

~

There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.

There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.

There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.

There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...

~

I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.

I love this little garden,
It's where I want to be.

I love this little garden,
Now wouldn't you like to see?

I love this little garden;
And you'll be number three...


-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th October 2012
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Author's Comment:

Arrr maties,

So t'night I decided t' post a slightly twisted horror piece written in the style of a children's rhyme.

Now most o' me more recent watchers may not know this but me earliest works were mostly dark and that is what really helped me t' get my popularity in the early days. Now, havin' worked on urban and more emotional pieces, I'd like t' revisit me old roots in darkness. ESPECIALLY, with Halloween drawin' close.

If ye enjoyed me poetry, don't forget t' share, fave or comment. Any and all of those three are important...because I want t' spread th' Word o' Chen *___*

-Captain Chenbeard o' th' Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
DishonouredDishonoured:

He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.

For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...

But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...

Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."

Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:

You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!

I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?

Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promi
Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,

Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...

In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder

Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,

Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last

That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.

A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer

To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;

For the little soldier boy, once marching home.

 "Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012
I Comfort MyselfWith 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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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...


-

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 I can—
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks


-

I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put away my fear
And now I'm sitting here, ab-so-lute-ly clear
I know exactly what I should say to you my dear…

-

That this is the only way, that I can—
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me,
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks


-

To every reader out there, thank you for your support!
You're the one that makes the artist


-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th October 2012
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Author's Comment:

Sooo...most of you probably know what happened today. I'm waiting for DA to get back to me with an answer about whether or not messages can just randomly vanish, but I know that they probably can't be retrieve :/

That said, I felt reaaaally bad about it because I'm someone who's used to thanking his supporters. Although it may take me weeks to get around to doing anything...it still feels REALLY bad if you don't get a chance to properly respond to people who like your works.

So, I started thinking about what I could do about it and I decided I would try a combination, song + rap + poem and put it up here. A little thank you piece for each and every one of my readers and supports.

Some artists like to think they're good because they are the ones producing the work, but that's incorrect. Any business student knows that the product is only as valuable as the consumers deem it to be. Therefore, to everyone who continues to read and support my work...you're really all very important to me and that's why I take replies and other stuff so seriously while other artists might question why I'm so hung up about it.

I felt that until I posted a piece like this, I would not be able to make more proper work ^^; So hopefully you enjoyed it. The bold is poetry, normal is rap and the italics are sung (chorus, though its probably obvious from the writing style).

Again, thank you all for reading

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
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
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


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