HerBeneath twisted vines of exceptional lies, exists a simplistic immortal who dares not speak.
Her covered eyes release an echo, one that frightens and silences the weak.
And why dost thou hide from her in the clouds, is it to bypass her howls and shrieks?
Is your fear that condensed, must you avoid her being, or are you simply one of the weak?
It does not matter, not anymore, for her immortality is dominance; thou art no more.
Thou Shall BurnClench my soul, go right ahead; ignite your flesh and I shall deem you dead.Thou Shall Burn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dance with fire and thou shalt be burned, scorched to deformity with your soul never returned.
Exceed your limits, turn away your falls, shall the trials begin beneath the walls?
Oh yes, they shall, my dearest thing, for your fate will rest within this ebony ring.
Such glory was enthralled into my soul, how you plead for its power, its superiority, its toll.
Though alas you've proven not worthy of it all, hence your death shall be remarkable, forever now you shall fall.
HumansHumansHumans3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such heartless creatures, who learn to lie.
They do not care if you happen to die.
Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.
They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.
As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.
A brain that allows them to simply stain.
Stain the planets who were deemed sane.
Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.
Her Crystalline EyesHer crystalline eyes in the blood-lit moonlight, spread such and fear to all.Her Crystalline Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their silver-blue sheen entrances many, it shadows the stolen, until they fall.
Countless slaves born from her captivation, none dare to object thus her eyes foresee.
You seem to love her, you pitiful moron, why hast thou left a beauty like me?
Bestowed Upon Me a CurseBestowed upon me, a curse, yes.Bestowed Upon Me a Curse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One told of pure blood and a simple white dress.
It is my fault, yes indeed, for I am the one who made her soul bleed.
I sliced and drove my knife in her skin, for it was her fault she begged for one night of sin.
We did not wed for that sort of game, we wed for our love and money, plus fame.
Alas, I'll never regret using that knife, for she was a succubus, not my wife.
HerTake a glance at timeless years behind, you'll see a trembling creature who had lost her mind.Her3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And witness now, the being you see, one born from the shadows and divinity.
One that is stronger, reborn into wrath, all will suffer who stand fierce in her path.
Given to her the blessing of death, she will conjure thunderstorms within a single hairs breadth.
Passing judgement to those in need, in her years of deliverance she will highly succeed.
Ending all with these few simple words, "You were seen, but always unheard."
A PoemSo many issues from this place, the plaster melted from my face.A Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A smile that was once gleaming bright has shriveled into a scream of night.
A scream that whispers the blinded lies, the ones that were forced into my eyes.
To conceal my knowledge of future events, it was placed as a guard from my innocence.
And here I lie, within the trails, trapped beneath this train's very rails.
Clinging on to the darkest ways, never seen and never phased.
Forevermore I shall remain at last, stuck between dimensions, mostly in the past.
Hoping that one day I shall redeem, the wrongs that they've done to blind the seam.
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasitic pandemic.
Three months ago our top scientist, Doctor Uriel Whitetail,
Discovered a particular genetic weakness in the Human cell structure,
When sprayed with this particular gas, 'Cynofium',
The human cells stop producing an important chemical;
Causing a quick death in mere moments...
As of today our soldiers are already prepared,
They will be
NecromancyI wanted to see what makes a human heartNecromancy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I took a scimitar and ripped apart your decrepit
and inside that primordial ribcage I found nothing but
And you merely gave a cruel parody of a
dug your bloodstained claws into your
and tore out that infestation you called a
"Analyze that well, my little necromancer," you
fangs dripping with the acid I once begged to
"Perhaps you'll be as wise as me once you find the
I could only watch as you sunk back down into
clutching that contaminated Philosopher's Stone
knowing you had replaced my heart with the poison known as
'l o v e.'
Our Simple TaskWe are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.Our Simple Task3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.
We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.
Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.
In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.
Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.
Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.
Left to freeze and burn from the flames, thou is forevermore forgotten; the end of our games.
My DearestPainfully enslaved before the Shadows Lord, my dearest lost her ebony sword.My Dearest3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her mind trapped soullessly beneath his eyes, it was given up prior to her demise.
Chained mercilessly to doubts and oblivion's mind, her being ceased to care if it ever became blind.
Turmoil and voices forever ran through her mind, they spoke of the sword and where it had been twined.
Twined of stitched ligaments, and never seen hearts, my darling ran from the dungeon to uncover their parts.
But alas during her journey she was brutally slain, her blood boiled in her eyes, and never found was her brain.
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.Living a Lie.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than twice?
Despite my preaching I can never take my own advice.
I've realised that this aggression is a part of you
And because I can never dare to part from you.
I have to believe the love you have for me is true.
Sometimes you have to take a lie not for what it is
But for the truth and reality it suspends.
Withdraw your vengeful tongue and revert it into a kiss.
The Guardian is DeadTime unfolds, life moves onThe Guardian is Dead3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
from trading secrets to
empty spaces under mistletoe
It's that time of the year
when solitude lingers
where happiness once lay
When a six foot tree turns
into a pathetic branch
with a lonely star on top
Where presents once lay
bottles of whiskey have replaced
and Christmas carols are slurred
There was never an angel
as I was your light
or so you once said
There was never an angel
as you were my guardian
but that guardian is now dead
In the Dead of NightAs your name leaves my lipsIn the Dead of Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the dead of night
A shiver runs down my spine
And not one of delight.
Your eyes, they haunt me
But not as much as before
Because day after day
I realize that perhaps it's not your slate blue eyes that haunt me....
But hazel and blue instead.
The sudden realization makes me sick
As I try in confusion to make sense of it.
The thoughts of them and the feelings...
My mask that I so carefully placed to prevent this
As their names leave my lips
In the dead of night
A shiver runs down my spine
And I don't know if it's one of delight.
Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrowPlease, don't give up.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow
Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced
Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to lose all of your hope
Just promise me that you will try to never mope
Unloved AngelUnloved angel, whom I must say indeed, you look quite ethereal, though you are considered a weed.Unloved Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A weed with divine power, and the ability to outthink, you can simply make the flowers wilt and shrink.
A weed with truly hypnotic eyes, that glare and pierce the dead who rise.
Creating truths that cannot be lied, how you kill so many who are frightened inside.
Painting stories and crushing all, watch them run, watch them fall.
And here you are, chained to your sins, farewell dear one, rest well within.
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Because the rich and poor can never be merged.
The idea of a just world is just a rehearsed lecture.
Those who seek to create this will be publically purged.
We all fall victim to man kind's thin, green texture.
This is the life we are unwitti
The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You’re meant to be sad,
As long as the flowers last.
Well at least that’s what they say.
Then why do I still feel bad,
Even though time has passed.
I find myself thinking about you everyday.
After mourning and mourning,
On the dawning of the next morning.
Your unplanned departure will still be daunting.
How am I supposed to grasp your sudden disappearance?
When every time I close my eyes I can see your appearance.
How can I class your death as an untimely interference?
One that is destined to occur throughout my life time and time again.
These engraved names are the people I call my family, confidants and friends.
They say I should take each day as they come and try and pretend
As if you are still here amongst us, looking down from above.
As comforting as that thought is, it will never be enough.
You not being here is a reality I am forced to take.
Living a life without you was a decision I was forced to make.
Sometimes I can’t help but think that
Them, Myself, and YouDo the candles speak of silver, do they reign of a malicious cause, open your soul to the window of slaughter; appreciate their many feats and flaws.Them, Myself, and You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spiders which have mocked the dead, shriveled yet fallen beneath the springs, beings of white faces to capture the lengthy; strip them of jewels, burn alive their things.
Listen to you they shall not, but instead a visit to the chamber they take, an evening of voices plagues the rain; child, you are a certain fake.
Ignored them you have, placid one, your eyes stench of a voice never seen, I shall strike you with a glove of iron; pry open your eyes and plead to dream.
The Absolute ChildrenInto the malnourished cauldron of bittersweet clarities, we smoothen the artificial, plastic pastes of injected, glass dexterities.The Absolute Children3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shined freshly on the bloodied hands who observe from further high, the puss is cleansed to bleach the package of the childrens' placid eye.
Such terror forced into their meekly bodies, such repair demanded with pride; "Their perfection is an absolute;" the toxins are bred from their hide.
Into foul structures, placed, into addictive medicines, bound, their mouths are sealed by a bleeding price tag; care to listen to their sound?
wanderlusti was all sex and stitcheswanderlust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with every color on a TV screen;
(and between me and you)
your teeth, your tongue,
your ferret-hands and knowledgeable mind--
they scared me.
the foreign worlds beneath your skin:
the contortions of your spine and
you wanted to conquer; to claim
and plant a flag--
and i--i wanted cancer
HellDance with the soulless bleeding needles, and thou shall discover a clear way into Hell.Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To damnations elegant and skulls of blackness, a door to beyond the wishing well.
Eternities of bloodied fire streaming across the ancient skies, seconds with pain and separation of organs, thou shall lose all except your lies.
To voids of panicked tears, to voids of lost exclamation, your patience shall waste here as will your concentration.
Stencils deep of reigning powers, stencils bent of quieted sound, elimination and survival are key; prepare your voice for the coming ground.
Player versus PlayerPlayer versus Player:Player versus Player3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Elemental artisttry, as lightning weaves through the air.
I see the bloodthirst in his eyes, the hunger for victory.
A demand to be recognised, yet soon to be silenced;
Perfect and perfunctory - my opponent made defunct...
As I stand above this dying creature;
The flicker of life soon fading from their eyes.
I smile and whisper a word of parting,
For the fool who fell where he lies.
-Unfinished piece by Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012
Are you happy now?I tried my best to please them all…Are you happy now?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They said that I always looked too angry
So I shaved off my eyebrows
They said I always dressed bad
So I took off my clothes
They said I cried too much
So I burned out my eyes
They said I wasn't listening
So I tore off my ears
They said I always said the wrong things
So I ripped out my vocal cords
They said I always faked my smile
So I ripped off my lips
They said my hair was a mess
So I cut it off
They said my feet were too big
So I broke them
They said I walked weird
So I saw off my legs
They said I played too much with my fingers
So I pulled off my hands
They said my arms were too thin
So I tore them off
They said my belly looked funny
So I cut out my stomach
They said I sat funny
So I removed my hips
They said I breathe too loud
So I ripped out my lungs
They said I always hung with my head
So I tore it off
They said my skin tone was ugly
So I removed my skin
They said my muscles were weak
So I ripped them off the bones
They said my bon