Fragile [SPOILERS]By now, most of the fires had died down. GLaDOS, true to her word, had fixed every remaining problem in the facility in a matter of moments. The only thing left to do, really, was cleaning up the mess that the moron left behind, and feel grateful that he wouldn't be causing it again where he was now. Still, he'd managed to twist the place around in such remarkable ways that she began to wonder if he did it on purpose at a last laugh. It seemed like something he would do, that little imbecilic metal ball...Fragile [SPOILERS]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She reveled in her anger at the thought. Oh, how good it felt to have outbursts of frustration without shorting out. What a strange thing to miss. Nevertheless, she did miss it. Being stuck in a potato with only your basic programming and a slow-clap processor was incredibly depressing at times, not to mention dull.
Fires and piles of rubble weren't the only messes that needed tending to, however. GLaDOS still had her test subject to deal with. After dragging h
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
Portal 2 - Nine Times NinePortal 2 - Nine Times Nine3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's been a long time.
At least, you have your sheets to wrap your body – a gentle shield against the days that pass, far away, in the outer world. Aperture is your home, the room is your oblivion; you could stay here forever, peacefully resting, if it weren't for her.
She breaks the order, she drives you into madness, killing the true meaning of science. You could never imagine that, without her, Aperture is falling to its destruction.
She is busy seeing you, thinking of you, in her haunted backup system. You cannot guess – you just sleep, running all along your visions, and watch.
On a regular basis, the quiet black screen in your mind leaves room to colour. You find yourself in a dark grey room, which you are sure to have seen somewhere, somehow, in a different time of this world. You assume you have been there before, even though you have no clue what is going to happen – all you know is that she is there, and you hate her, so much.
GLaDOS, printed in huge letters
Stitched Up (6/?)As they all settled around the polished table of the one meeting room Tony actually allowed in his tower, Bruce asked JARVIS quietly to give them a video feed of the living room. He wasn't too worried, but he didn't think Thor, or any of them for that matter, really wanted Loki to wake up alone right now. He took a few deep, calming breaths, waiting for the downfall to begin.Stitched Up (6/?)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, point break, you mind telling us what the heck is going on here? Because I mean, one minute Loki's terrified to see you, trying to throw himself off the balcony as soon as he knows you're coming, and the next he's clinging to you like you're his mama? What's up with that?"
Thor sighed, his eyes falling to the gleaming wood of the table. When he spoke it was with utter remorse, and dejection.
"Loki....Loki was punished...severely. He may have feared I was going to take him back to that. The last time we saw one another....I was the one hurting him. The allfather commanded I hold him down as his lips were sewn
The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:The Way We Live2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.
But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.
I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.
And that's all it takes just to keep this body going.
With calloused hands in this ocean I'm still rowing
Searching for some land out amidst a sea of black;
A wandering gypsy bearing burdens on his back.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2013
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
In The RainfallIn The Rainfall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In The Rainfall
Dripping with blame
Bound by hate
I felt your anger
I held my pieces together
I always wait for the right moment-
To finally break down
I need the pain to flow perfect-
To let it all out
I'm reaching for my tainted core / I won't let you corrupt me anymore
You will not be a part of me / This is not how it's going to be
I always wait for the oncoming storm-
That's the only time
Endure it all until the promised calm-
Just to call it mine
I am myself again
You're gone with the rain
I am my own protection
I can rise above the destruction
PewDieCry: I Did It For You"I don't want to die, Cry" Felix whispered, voice shaking as tears began to stream down his cheeks. He couldn't believe what it had come down to; Him pointing a gun at his best friend, and his friend pointing one at him. "So " Cry's sentence trailed off, tears rolling off the bottom of his cracked and bloody mask. Both their guns trembled from the unsteadiness of their hands, fingers apprehensively wrapped around the trigger, waiting.PewDieCry: I Did It For You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"H-how did it get like this Cry?" Felix asked, a lump burning in his throat. "I .I don't know friend but we have to end this " Cry sighed softly, lowering his gun slightly. Felix flinched at the movement and tensed up, but didn't shoot.
"I'm not going to kill you " Cry said somberly, "If it takes one of us dying to make things right again Then I'll die "
Felix was stunned, tears burning his eyes, "I can't kill you Cry " He managed to choke out through the pain in his throat. Cry just let out a soft, half hearted l
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"
Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...
And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.
And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the rules tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light.
Lights off, everybody nights off,
Walking through these streets of -
People drinkin' Smirnoff;
Prayers for tomorrows,
Whisper as they borrow
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are reda poem for that one guy -edit-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
If I ever go down
You’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies.
Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.
I tried my best
to be your friend.
but I guess all good things come to an end.
A hug or two ago,
you used to rock me to and fro.
Every time you walked by, I was speechless
Every time you spoke I was breathless
Every time we touched I was helpless.
I was trying to make you mine
But I guess I ran out of time.
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
Snow QueenSnow Queen2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shall I find thee all in ice ensnared,
the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,
trapped in a wet and wintry grave -
the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?
They brought you here, their souls enslaved.
The altar where your minions prayed -
a brilliant diadem of ice,
the offering that your cold heart craved.
They linger here whilst you entice
their frozen limbs as sacrifice.
Their wizened hands by you declared
the chosen few who paid your price
I'm afraid of losing you.I don’t know if you feel it too, the feeling of wanting to break looseI'm afraid of losing you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And just screaming “I love you” but I’m scared that we might lose
Because just of our age, or the time, or any person that doesn’t want you to be mine
But I know that if this goes wrong I’d be the one who'd cause the crime
I’m a bit afraid; one false move would make everything go away
And I’m always left wondering if what I’m doing is okay
I just want everything to be alright between you and me
Or is there something that I cannot see?
My head is rambling with questions that fear is inventing
Maybe is not fear, maybe it’s because I’m too caring
Am I paranoid? I don’t want to make a mistake
You said I’m doing things right, then why do I always shake?
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
[even broken wings
wish for happily ever afters]
[once upon a time
there was a girl who became her own hero.]
NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,NaPoWriMo: Day 32 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
a taunt for hungry wolves.
I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.
I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-
(my mind, maybe.)
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.
And all I ever wantedAnd all I ever wanted was for you to kissAnd all I ever wanted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
me under the stars with our steaming coffee
cups resting peacefully besides our unclothed
And all I ever wanted was to watch Sixteen
Candles wrapped up in your skinny arms and
count all the freckles running up them.
And all I ever wanted was to fall into your
arms after slipping on the classical banana peel
that a monkey had thrown at my feet at the zoo.
And all I ever wanted was to breathe on the frosted
window panes of Christmas morning and write exactly
how I felt about you before the words disappeared
And all I ever wanted was to receive a heart-shaped
box filled with pictures of us on Valentine's Day.
And all I ever wanted was to walk along the muddy
banks of the river and watch you fall head first into
the warm water while I laughed myself to death, only
to have your kiss miraculously resurrect me.
And all I ever wanted was to lay in bed with you
and watch the ghost of your eyes forever changing
with emotions displayed
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:If you give in, they win2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.
I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.
I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.
I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.
Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.
Until the very last minute, when the skies are grey,
You see it raining black lightning but I'll never go astray.
Because the path is before me; it's laden with dirt,
But I will trudge across the mud to the heart of the earth.
I am the core of what makes you; the drill that'll breakthrough,
So follow if you feel me cause I'm comin' right at you.
Your attitudes are made from a bo
Painted SkinPainted Skin:Painted Skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.
"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."
His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.
"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"
You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked with acolades;
Yet bare walls, cold and empty, are all that greets you.
"Are you listening to me, I'm telling you why this isn't good enough. LISTEN TO ME!"
You take a look at the cup of coffee you were offered,
Cheap and lukewarm; you narrow your eyes.
"Is there a problem? I'm being honest, this is for YOUR OWN GOOD!"