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You sit there shaking; emotionally frozen.
You check the time on your watch, despite knowing it already.

The ever-present numbness, the cold feeling which clutches at your soul;
That is what you feel upon the dawn of the lie.

To know its nature, to know its being;
To have it spill upon your awareness.

What words would surmise such a bitter feeling:
Betrayal, grief? 
Perhaps the use of dejection, pain and sorrow?
All of which might be considered appropriate, given the circumstances...

Absent-minded, you reach for a pack of cigarettes,
Forgetting that you kicked the habit a few years back.
You thumb the screen of your ever-present smartphone,
Scrolling, blanked-faced, as though trying to retrieve an old-memory.

Emptiness...

 Abyss...

An abyssal feeling of utter emptiness...

Bitter will not suffice for the taste upon my tongue,
But it is the closest approximation to the scar upon my heart.
There are days when you discover things that leave you furious. It is never a pleasant feeling. Yet, what can we do to exercise such thoughts except write? Or perhaps partake in some other activity to numb the mind...

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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Some days I find myself staggering from this hovel;
To stand with shaking legs upon the window ledge.
I look down at the tiny world below, wind rushing before me;
And I wonder if I'll be able to fly tonight...

The caress of the wind, so gentle upon my skin.
One step, one leap and I'd dip myself into the eye of the storm.

But just before my courage sends me;
Just before I take the final plunge.
I find myself looking back, at the world I'd leave behind...

Stacks of paper and a pot of ink,
Reams of stories too precious to burn.
Ideas and fears both rolled into one;
And pages of poetry left undone...

It always leaves me smiling...

For these were the treasures so close to my heart.
They are the wealth of my mind; my soul, my art.

And I could never ever leave them be,
Where another might burn them, without thinking of me...

"Apologies father, I cannot join you yet:
For in this world, a treasure still exists.
A treasure that was made, just for me..."
Want to listen to the audio reading of the poem? ---> Click here: snd.sc/1c9A5uX

Maties,

T'night we have a commission by :icontngapch: - She's an incredible artist who's been around for about 4 years and really you should check her out if you haven't already.

The subject commissioned was about treasure and how one man's treasure is another's trash. I wanted to take that idea a step beyond and include an entire story behind it, because I felt there was more to the idea emotionally and I hope this piece satisfies.

If you too would like yer own poem or flash fiction commissioned. Check out my journal! There are plenty of special offers on at this time :3

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-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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She scatters the seeds with her tiny hands.

And pictures the sunset in a distant land.

She dreams of places, where she'd be free.

With clouds as far as the eyes could see.

And there she'd dance to the song of the rain,

While I would watch from my window pane.

With a smile befitting such a lovely girl;

The daughter I lost, to a cruel world...

Happy Birthday Raine...Happy birthday to you.

Based on this picture by Laya: fav.me/d5r4ym8
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What Are You To Me?:

I have walked in this world,
And they have told me of kings.
Of brave rulers who make the tough choices,
Men of example and outstanding character.

But it was then that they said,
What is a king to a God?
What is a mere mortal to a higher power,
One who holds our fate in his hands?

They said he was benevolent and kind,
Wrathful and jealous, magnanimous and selfish alike.
He was the perfect ideal, embodying all things
And we were made in his image...

It was then that I was laughed at,
By he who asked this question:
What is a God, to a non-believer?
One who lives by the truth he sees...

He is the man who acts as per his morals.
He lives through his eyes and is judged by his fellows.
He submits to no higher being, not a one does he fear;
Comfortable with his own conscience...

But all three, I beg; I ask ye this:

For what is a king to a God,
A God to a non-believer,
And all three of them in comparison,
To the madman who watches the world burn...

"I think it makes a pretty fire, don't you?"



-Chen Yuan Wen, 19th July 2013
I have a bit of business to attend to tonight, so my co-captain shall post this on my behalf. As you can see I don't even have time to use my piratey accent, the shock of it all I swear.

In any case, I am always finding discussion on the interwebs about why you should not believe, or why you should believe and though I hold my tongue (since the discussion would go nowhere), I figured I should offer a third opinion.

In truth, nothing would matter to the man that accepts his madness. He understands he might burn in the flames for a thousand years or more. He understands that belief is foolish in some circumstances. Most of all however, he simply doesn't give a damn.

The energy spent thinking and promoting such things, could be directed to more immediate pursuits. There are people dying in the streets and you see fit to bother with trivialities?

I believe that this man would much rather carve the ancient runes in his flesh and bring forth an infernal plague of demons. True, he would herald the destruction of the world; yet, after centuries of bickering, you would all have at least one reason to stand together.

It would be us against them and after your bones have been crunched and your home shattered. The bodies of thousands littering the debris that surrounds you. Would you see another human as being defined by his colour, ideal or flag; or might you actually see him as a welcome comrade in arms. A fellow human to die at your side.

Heroes, at the end of the day, are meaningless, for it take a villain to give them a true place in history.

*Clears throat* Okay sooooo like...who wants to help me wake an ancient God that MAY or may not be sleeping under the earth. We create some broodmothers, make some darkspawn, get into blood magic...it's all good right? :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

P.S. Sorry, I can never be serious for too long, without some comedy I think we'd all just walk around lookin' like we had a stick in our ass xD.
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Looking To The Sky:

Sweet yearning from the depths of my soul.

Blessed is my mind that drinks of this knowledge.

Though stubborn at first, rejecting its hand.

I have learned to accept it as my only salvation.

From the streets which have long been my home.

I look to the skies and the clouds above.

Through my skills I shall rise, so I may catch the stars.

Even if the journey might be as heavy as stone.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th September 2013, posted by Co-Captain Hayes
:iconanandalyons: 5 mins of wisdom from the Captain. :iconohyoucasplz: He's flying home tomorrow, wish him luck and of course, let him know what you think of this~ :icondesucheeksplz:
-Co-Captain Hayes
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I have searched the very depths of my being,
Seeking the essence of the void...

To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...

For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?

...

Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.

For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.

He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.

Voices, voices, noisy voices...

Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across the walls of my sanctuary...

...

Come to me,
I hear it calling.
Come into the embrace of the void...
Know peace, know serenity,
Know escape from that which binds you.

And in hope I follow...
Drifting to the edge of the bridge.
Leaping eagerly beyond the borders of madness;
And plunging slowly, deep, into the bottom of my soundless tomb.

Ah, beneath the rippling surface of the water;
My empty eyes gazing upon the brightness of the sun.
At last I've found it, in the depths of solitude:
The sweet serenity of my soul.



Want to hear the audio of this poem (read by me), click the link! - snd.sc/1a0My3i

Ladies and Gentlemen,

This here is a commission for :iconoreochema: - She's quite an incredible writer and she is NOT a cookie. I repeat, she is not a cookie. Please verify this fact for yourself by viewing her deviant art. She has quite an interesting method of writing; spinning tales and poetry from trigger phrases. I myself have never worked in that fashion but it was interesting to do it this once. Again I repeat that you should check her out and of course she is not a cookie :3

As for the poem, the phrase that she asked me to use was 'Sweet Serenity of My Soul'. Upon hearing that I immediately tried to do a happy or motivational piece, because naturally that's what you think about when you hear that phrase. It ended in miserable failure. Then I remembered, silly Chen, you're a DARK writer for a reason. And so, in the fashion of Netto Hikari (from the Anime Rockman.EXE which is totally awesome shut up please!), I stood with my legs a shoulder width apart. Raised my hand above my head and said: "Dark Chippu, Slotto-IN!" and with that I used a darker tone to write this piece.

I wanted to convey mostly the fact that there is a lot of negativity in the world and while I and some other prefer to deal with it head on (some through heroics, others like me through outright villainy), some prefer to just shut the world out and withdraw from it. This piece is about them because when you feel like you're drowning...the quietest place is at the bottom of the sea. "The sweet serenity of silence".

If you too would like your own commission done, feel free to use the order form in the journal :3 (the journal also tells you what I offer)

:iconpointcommissionsask: - Get your own awesome piece of lit. done today ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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I wonder how many days I spent dreaming,
Of all the things I could never say.
And just when I'd written it all in a letter.
You showed up smiling in front me.

And all of a sudden, the letter didn't matter anymore... (^_^)
What can I say, some days are simply sweet and a little touch of romance can always brighten it up ;3

(On a side note...what th' bloody hell happened t' me darkness, one second I was angry and the next I was all romancy *shudders* I need t' kill more braincells with rum I think)

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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When I was young, I believed in fairy tales.
I believed that if your heart willed it,
That love could overcome anything.
That one day, two lovers could always be together.

But those were simple lies I think...

After all, how does one reach across a window;
Reach across a screen...
To hold someone on the other side,
Before they slip through your fingers.

Like a lonely dance between air and water,
I can only stand on the surface of the lake,
And see her smiling on the other side.

...

Sometimes, I would draw pictures on the surface;
These thin useless arms of mine scrawling tiny doodles,
And she would smile and reply to each one:

Including a heart, for 'I love you'...

And each time I would feel,
As though I could soar through any distance,
As though I could run a hundred miles.

If only so I could see you;
If only because I missed you...

But enough I say...

Enough of this life behind an invisible wall;
Enough of this existence where I can only dream!

For I wish to have you beside me,
To have you share in my joys and tears.
To have you here where I can hold you in my arms.
To kiss you and tell you how much you truly mean to me.

...

But no matter how much I wish it,
I know it'll never be.

And so I bury it deep inside;
And smile when you look at me.

Hey there sweetie, how are you today? (^_^)
Listen to the Audio Version of this poem here: snd.sc/14RKOuM

Today we have a commission for the incredible :icontngapch: - She makes accessories by commission and I'd say she's well worth checking out. Not only that, she even has literature on her page. Don't miss out on good stories :3

It was an honour to do this poem for her and though I took it in a completely different direction than what she intended, she told me that she liked it. I personally geared it more toward a common female audience...most of whom might have lovers who are miles away across the ocean.

Is love less real because it is separated by a computer screen never. For what you feel in your heart will always be real (^_^)/

Anyway, if you ever have something you want written, I'm the man to commission for it ^^

:iconpointcommissionsopen: - I work based on whatever you can offer me so don't hold back :3 Check my journal to see what I can offer you (*3*)V

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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You know what it's like,
When your feet touch the bottom.

You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.

The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.

That's not for you, 
That's never going to be for you!

But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.

You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.

And that's pain...

You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.

But you take that dose of bitterness 
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!

Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.

So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...

Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!

Here's the start of my creative rush, expect more soon!

It's been awhile, I've decided to start a creative rush (since my recording equipment is still out of commission).

In the mean-time, why not follow me on facebook :3 I'll entertain you when I can o3o

Facebook: www.facebook.com/WordOfChen

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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And so it has come to this.
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.

It is the stuff of legends is it not?

Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.

Think about it, if indeed you can:

Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.

In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.

And then?

Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.

A god amongst kings!
Yet something disturbs you...

Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.
You see them vying for power; to grow their wealth.
You see the peasants and the poor still walking the streets.

And you begin to doubt yourself.

No, it can't be!
You'll scream at the mirror as you make for the chapels.
Yet even here you see the halls bedecked with gold -
Priests wearing the finest of robes
And wealth aplenty, coming from the poor box...

Strange - the laughter of the children is no different,
Yet the people behave as though they've gone mad.
Have they forgotten what it was like just few short years ago?

Of course they have...

The seeds of chaos which I once drew toward me,
Have shattered and flown back to the humans from which they came.
The bandits, the tyrants, the crime lords and the rogues.
Once they fought under my banner,
but now they flood your cities.

Once I held absolute control over them,
But now they are driven by their instincts.

Yet they are not devilish like my children;
They are not clothed in the skin of horrors and fear.
They are human and so you'll welcome them,
As the seeds of chaos sprout and bloom within each and every one of you.

Poor little boy...
Even with a beard as white as snow;
You'll weep...

You'll curse the heavens and hide your tears in the rain;
Where I will drink them, as I watch your despair.

For even if you attempt to fight it, even if you so vehemently deny it.
Nature itself will see it occur.

...So go ahead then,
Slay me.
SLAUGHTER ME!
Plunge your blade into my chest and rip the life from my body!

But know that in doing so,
You will become me...

For the absolute truth, is inescapable:

I was never your demon...

I was always your protector.




Link to the audio version of this poem (Used my demon hiss for this one): snd.sc/15gXZTd

Ladies and Gentlemen,

T'day we have a commission fer :iconcandygirl101010: - An interestin' lass from Canada who dabbles mostly in the written works.

Now first ye'll notice me pirate accent's back, HURRAY! x'D

Second, this poem is a very very loose sort of continuation t' me recent written piece 'We need Villains NOT heroes'. I wanted to run with that idea and since the theme requested was a dark piece, I chose to do something like this :3. Hope ye all enjoy it ^^

If ever you need literature or a poem commission, don't ferget that I'm th' pirate t' do it

:iconpointcommissionsask: - Check me journal fer details eh? There's also a deal now for group leaders and such ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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