Revelations 1Revelations 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders frowned at the page in front of him. Scanning through the words, he couldn't find a single phrase that seemed familiar. It was his hand-writing, though the letters were formed perhaps a bit more forcefully than he preferred to use, but he didn't remember writing it.
"Justice?" he asked quietly, but the spirit was silent. He wondered when the spirit had decided to take over the manifesto-writing like this. He'd come across a few pages lately that had appeared slipped in between those detailing his own arguments, and he wondered if perhaps Justice had been taking advantage of his exhaustion after far too many late nights to express his opinions a little more... directly. Anders felt a disquietening uneasiness as he stared at the words written in his own hand that he knew had never come from his own mind.
He stared over at the candle; there was a good two hours' worth of wax burned out that he didn't remember. He blinked. That was one hell of a memory gap. It must be well af
Consequences 4Consequences 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke glared at Fenris, who raised an eyebrow coolly.
Still pinned by the elf's hands, Anders slowly opened his eyes as the silence stretched for minutes; confused, he followed Fenris' gaze to the figure of Hawke who glowered from the doorway.
"Hawke," he breathed.
"Unhand him, Fenris." Hawke's voice was cold and commanding.
Fenris turned his gaze back to Anders. He slipped his hand gently out of the silky blond hair and cupped Anders' cheek tenderly, rubbing a lyrium-marked thumb over the mage's lips. His brands briefly flared into silvery light and Anders closed his eyes and moaned softly as he felt the searing touch spark a responding flare of magic within him, every vein aflame with its quicksilver kiss, a wave of dizziness flowing through him before the light and the feeling faded. Fenris released his hands and his arms fell limply to his sides as he slid down the wall with a groan. He was only vaguely aware of the elf's departing footsteps; he was oblivious to the parting glares
Consequences 7Consequences 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun was setting as there came a pounding at the door. Hawke burst into the foyer of the ruined house, yelling for Fenris, the others following at his heels.
"Up here, Hawke," Fenris called, not taking his eyes from Anders' face. The mage was sleeping peacefully; Fenris had sat unmoving by his side, holding the mage's hand and watching him as he slept, stirring only when Lirene had returned with the healer. He had moved aside for the mage to tend to Anders, then returned to his silent vigil once they were alone again.
Hawke took the stairs two at a time and flung himself into the room, pausing only for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dim dying light from the dusty windows.
"Is he..." he breathed, unable to finish.
"Merely sleeping," replied Fenris, not looking round. Hawke crossed the room in hasty strides and sank down upon the bed on the opposite side to the elf, reaching for Anders' other hand. "Lirene's message said he was safe," he said quietly. "What happened?"
Unschooled Hands 1Unschooled Hands 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke stared around the large cavern with a pleased expression as he wiped the blood from his blade. He glanced around at the rest of his companions as they moved around the cavern. Merrill was turning over bodies with Isabela, the pair of them crowing as they looted various "shinies"; Fenris stood to one side, glowering with distaste as he watched them. He was lounging near the passageway Anders had darted down a few minutes ago, claiming he'd "felt" something. He probably ought to go check everything was alright with the mage.
"Hawke! Come and take a look at this!" called Varric. Hawke glanced over at the dwarf, who was staring intently into a small chest. As Hawke wavered, Varric added, "This looks kinda important, wouldn't you say? Not to mention expensive."
Curiosity piqued, Hawke crossed the cavern towards Varric even as Isabela straightened, the pirate's ears practically pricking up at the word "expensive". "Fenris, go check on Anders," Hawke called back over his shoulder
Consequences 15Consequences 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders was uncharacteristically quiet afterwards. Fenris had slipped gently out of the mage once their hearts had stopped racing and his breath had slowed from ragged pants. He reached for the ragged remains of Anders' shirt and wiped them both down carefully. Anders had lain back, head resting in the crook of the elf's arm, merely watching as he lay still, enervated and silent.
After a while, Fenris touched two fingers to Anders' chin, tilting his head up and around to face him.
"What are you thinking?" he asked quietly, his voice a soft rumble. Anders shook his head, gaze distant. "Do you regret this? Us?"
"No," he said quietly. "I just...." He shrugged, a hand stealing up to brush an errant lock of hair out of his eyes before absently brushing the stubble at the corner of his mouth with a thumb.
"Did I hurt you?" asked Fenris, concerned. Anders glanced up at him and gave a brief, reassuring smile.
"No, you were... gentle with me. I needed that. I needed...." Abruptly he turned his f
Unschooled Hands 5Unschooled Hands 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something heavy was pinning him down. He tried to roll over, but the weight upon his legs held him firmly. He ached all over from myriad bruises, and his right arm and side of his face stung as though scorched. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the darkness. His eyelashes were caked with dust. He lifted a hand and tugged his gauntlet off with his teeth then wiped his eyes. He concentrated a little, and his lyrium markings slowly flared into life, bathing the area with their soft silvery white glow. He glanced around.
Anders was sprawled beneath him, unconscious. Blood was matting his blond hair and had trickled down the side of his face, and fresh blood was staining his bandages. Fenris pressed two fingers against the side of Anders' throat and relaxed a little when he felt the pulse, steady and slow. At least he wasn't dead. Fenris rested back upon his elbow and considered their situation.
As the ball of flame had exploded in the tunnel, the back-blast had washed back towards the
Unschooled Hands 7Unschooled Hands 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first seizure struck at some point in the early hours of the morning.
Fenris had been forced to concede defeat and acknowledge his own weariness and fatigue; backtracking a little, he'd investigated a small side passage that had led into a small cave little more than a pocket in the rock really, just large enough for the two men to stretch out in overly-intimate proximity. He'd pulled out a blanket from the backpack a soft, worn, grey thing, with a small griffon woven into one corner; a memento from the mage's time in the Grey Wardens, no doubt and setting the backpack behind his shoulders as a pillow, he'd settled the unconscious mage against his side, Anders' head resting over the elf's heart and with the blanket drawn up over them both. He kept his sword by his side in case anything should come upon them in the darkness, but all seemed quiet. Despite his weariness, sleep seemed slow in coming, and Fenris was uncertain how long he had lain there, staring into
Unschooled Hands 2Unschooled Hands 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke slowly wiped the ichor from his blade and frowned.
"Everyone all right?" he called out, casting his eyes over the rest of the party. Merrill was leaning over Isabela who had a nasty looking gash that ran down the back of her arm from the shoulder then spiralled around to her forearm and ended at her wrist just above the base of her thumb. Hawke winced inwardly at the sight; it was something that Anders could tackle and never even leave a scar, but he was less confident of Merrill's capabilities with healing magic. Varric was rooting around in his backpack for a healing potion and some bandages.
They had been caught unawares; one moment they'd been busy dividing up the loot, setting a few interesting trinkets to one side for Anders, and sharing out the gold with Hawke pouching up Anders' and Fenris' shares. Then suddenly without warning darkspawn had started erupting into the large cavern; there'd been too many to see which of the several smaller passageways they'd emerged from. T
Consequences 2Consequences 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The bed was soft.
He could tell by the feel and smell of the bed linen that he was in Hawke's mansion at the Amell estate. He had no idea how long he'd been out for; he assumed the others must have brought him here after he fainted. He was in no hurry to open his eyes; he'd been utterly exhausted, and was in no hurry to exert himself just yet. He wondered who'd undressed him; Isabela, he would guess. Merrill would be too shy, he didn't think Varric would have stripped him naked like this, and Fenris-
Fenris. He mused silently on the elf. Something odd there. In fact, there'd been something odd there since that last expedition they'd been on together. A lot of his memories during that time were still hazy not surprising, considering the state he'd been in but he was sure he hadn't imagined Fenris practically snarling at Hawke when the warrior had tried to well, he supposed Hawke was going to try and shake some sense into him, though it had been hard to tell, what wi
Unschooled Hands 10Unschooled Hands 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Varric and Isabela had gone back up the hill with a coil of rope to find the shaft where Fenris had left the backpack; when they came back with Anders' backpack, they both eyed Fenris with new respect.
"That hole had to be at least thirty feet by my reckoning," Varric was exclaiming.
"No, I make it thirty-five by the rope I paid out," Isabela disagreed.
"The elf's taller than me," dismissed Varric.
"Not by a whole five feet he isn't!" protested the Rivaini.
"Be silent or you'll wake the mage," growled Fenris from across the fire. Anders was curled up in his blanket, sleeping the rest of the utterly exhausted. Fenris sat by one side of him, one protective hand resting lightly upon the sleeping mage's shoulder, whilst Hawke sat upon the other, glowering at him.
"If the wind changes you'll be stuck like that," observed Merrill as she handed a bowl of stew to him.
"What?" exclaimed Hawke, nonplussed as she handed another bowl to Fenris.
"Your face," she said, gesturing. "It's something my
Element Entry - LightElement Entry - Light in Settings More Like This
Most benevolent and revered of the elements, light shines its healing rays on the darkest despair. Those who can make use of this element are often held with high regard (as the Angels themselves purify the world with this element), but some are known to become haughty for their lofty gifts, their light becoming tainted and turned inward with such thoughts as they grow blind to their own sins. Regardless of these few, light is an element of revival, of healing, and of purification. One who can use light can banish shadows, shield others from harm, and heal all injury. Some clerics can even revive a dying body, bestowing complete cure to the soul's vessel, and also sense the emotional and spiritual state of a person through perceiving one's Halo. Light triumphs over the forces of darkness, but can sometimes fall victim to itself if one's light holds traces of deceit.
Clarity - perceive the amount of light and darkness in a person/place/thing.
Empathy - perceive, som
Element Entry - TimeElement Entry - Time in Settings More Like This
Mysterious and ever-moving, time is an element that escapes most magicians' level of control. It surprises some, therefore, upon learning that the control of time goes hand-in-hand with the control of its brother element, space. All life is subject to the flow of time, as all lives eventually will end when one's time runs out, making the few guardians of time, be it of the Keepers devoted to the times of life and days, or the Keepers of Life and Death itself devoted to beginnings and endings respectively, truly venerated. These people guide time's flow forwards and backwards, speeding its steady stream into rapids, or slowing it to the point of freezing it still. Some of the truly gifted can create tears in space-time to banish their foes, or even foresee their ultimate fates. All physical elements are subject to time's relentless flow, and thus find weakness in time. Only in darkness does time find its own undoing as its clock is disrupted and deceived by darkness' infinite shadow.
Element Entry - DarknessElement Entry - Darkness in Settings More Like This
The element that everyone fears above all else, darkness casts a shadow on those with a weak will. Magicians who control this element are usually shunned or feared (but not without good cause, for Demons thrive in this element), but any who can look into the darkness in oneself without being corrupted is one with a heart made pure with courage and complete honesty, for as it was always said, the worse sinner is one averts one's eyes to one's own darkness. It still would be subject to dread, as many of the skills a magician gains from this element are harmful. Darkness can become a veil to hide and protect the caster, but also a terrible weapon that attacks the senses, bodily and otherwise. Some witches and warlocks can even siphon health and magic from living things to replenish oneself, and call dragons and other monsters to one's beck and call. Powerful against the physical elements it corrupts, darkness is nonetheless quelled and calmed in the presence of light.
Element Entry - SpaceElement Entry - Space in Settings More Like This
The most basic of the elements that comprise Oekaki, space is all that exists within known realities. All magicians can use this element, as all occupy space, and has an innate understanding of its movement that allows them to Shift things that shares the same space. However, very few (in fact, to our knowledge only two who are not Keeper of Space: Heller and Esme) is a master of this element. Such magicians can Shift not only that which occupies their space, but outer space, calling down the very comets and asteroids that dash across the dark expanse of the Space Realm. Other talents include Pulling harmful spells into ones own magic reserves for ones own use, and also be able to form gravitational fields with an acute understanding of the force that governs space. In its common-placedness, many don't even acknowledge space to be a magical element, especially in that it has no real advantage nor disadvantage in comparison to the other elements. It is a basic art, yes, but a powerfu
Element Entry - WaterElement Entry - Water in Settings More Like This
Water encompasses the World, and thus is a deeply valued element. It is also very contrary, kind and life-giving as a gentle rain while harsh and harmful as a thunderous hailstorm. People with a good sense of balance, especially emotionally, find this element a incredibly useful, and the Water Elementals dive into it the deepest, knowing all its treasured secrets. It's best known for its curative traits, allowing one to recover injuries at rest as one circulates the internal waters and blood within one's body at a steady flow, relax pained muscles in lowering one's temperature, and purifying one's body of poisons and illness. It's little mystery, then, that water is very closely associated with the power of dreams and spiritual beings like Astrals and Whimsies. However, it could also be a true force to be reckoned with; floods and storms, ice and snow. To a creative mind, water truly can be a force to be reckoned with, especially in the face of the passionate blaze of fire. It only
Element Entry - EarthElement Entry - Earth in Settings More Like This
Earth lays its foundations in water and fire, the wind blowing above; the tethered element. Most magicians split this element into two from its traits: its vast surface, comprised of its varying textures and forms, and the nature that grows from it. This simplifies this already simple element, as it further separates the choices for a magician into offensive magic to defensive respectively which an Earth Elemental would find easy to find balance and security in. The solid earth is unmovable, a hammer to enemies as well as a shield to protect oneself be it rock and dust, or soil and sand. Nature, on the other hand, directs its attention more on the well-being of others, as herbs and spices (both immensely important culturally as well as physically) could soothe injuries as well as undo poison, illness, and other afflictions. Sometimes, a magician can even entice nature to leave its earthy bed to aid them in battle, especially if it was done with musical tune. This said, nature and th
Folly: Part OneFolly: Part One in Romance More Like This
There was a knocking at the door.
Cullen groaned and considered burying his face in his pillow so that the noise would be blocked out. He had no idea what time it was, but he knew that it was still dark and he had been deeply asleep only a few moments ago; for a moment he wondered whether it was simply a misunderstanding, whether it was just a noise in the corridor outside his quarters and no one was trying to drag him cruelly from his bed in the middle of the night. But the clinging tendrils of sleep were brushed away when the knocking came again, more persistent, and he came to his senses. No one would be interrupting him at this hour unless something was truly amiss.
He wrenched himself upright, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he crossed the small room towards the door; he made it safely from his sleeping quarters and into his office without incident, but then hit his hip against the edge of his desk in the dark. He winced and limped the rest of the way
Folly: Part TwoFolly: Part Two in Romance More Like This
They were silent for a very, very long time. Neither of them dared to move, for fear that the Templar at the door would hear them and come bursting in to defend her- only to find his Captain alone in the room with her, both of them clad only in their nightclothes.
Eventually, Bethany broke his gaze, her chin trembling as she let out a soft sound that could have been the beginning of tears. It wrenched at his heart.
"Don't cry, Beth," he said, clambering around the edge of the bed in the small room. When he tried to put his arms around her, she skittered backwards, pressing herself against the wall and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands.
"No, we shouldn't I mean " She turned into the wall with a soft cry of distress. "Bad enough that we could be caught together at any moment, but I can't "
He hesitated for a moment. "Beth?" he said softly.
He saw a shudder run though her. "We agreed to stay away from each other," she whispered. She sounded agoni
Broken Souls: Chapter 54Broken Souls: Chapter 54 in Romance More Like This
Chapter Fifty Four
But that was probably to be expected, seeing as he had tried to fight half of Kirkwall last night in an abandoned sewer. He really should consider a trade; or what was it that the nobles around here did? Investing, that's it. He should learn how to weave, or make pottery or invest in an expedition that wasn't likely to try and get him killed. None of those seemed like vastly painful options, and after last night he was quite willing to up and become a seamstress if anyone would take him. No more riding in to save the day, unless all he had to do to save the day was rescue a lost puppy.
Although knowing his luck, the puppy would be at the very back of a high dragon lair, being held captive by darkspawn.
Garrett groaned and rolled over, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the sunlight. Who in the name of Andraste's flaming knickers would be cruel enough to break into his bedroom just to pull the curtains open? Some sick and perver
Of Descent - Chapter 1Of Descent - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I used to dream those blue skies were just a thin blanket draped over this world. That the sun and moon were windows to the other side. The light was calling to me- A world where I belonged. Somewhere the wind wasn't cold and bitter, where rain fell soft upon the flourishing earth. Where the stars would dance around me and chase the dark away. A home. A place that I closed my eyes and imagined every night, wishing I would find my way to through my dreams. And every morning when I woke, those dreams faded, leaving a void in my heart. Until I stopped dreaming altogether.
The morning was bright and clear- a change in the recent cold and gray skies. I felt as the corners of my lips expanded into a smile. I loved days like these; they reminded me of the summers where I used to run barefoot through the grass, with my dresses tied up over my knees so I wouldn't trip. When the aroma of freshly-cooked, strip
When that day comes...When that day comesWhen that day comes... in Open More Like This
Will you be there with me?
I want to be able to share it with you.
The end of the world.
We'll watch our final chapter
And as heaven crashes to earth.
Such a lovely sight;
The falling of stars.
The white lights
Illuminating our faces
As we take in the sight of death.
Ill try to catch one,
In my shaking hands.
In the midst of the end,
We will laugh like we once did.
Before the link is broken,
Before the last piece falls.
Before the abyss
Will you be there with me,
When that day comes?
The Dusk's CryHer gaze wavers,The Dusk's Cry in Free Verse More Like This
As the sky erupts in red.
The wind no longer seems cold to her.
The acrylic smile has started to chip,
Revealing her terror inside.
This battle she knows she'll lose,
She has to face
But she'll hold together until then.
Living on the naivety of those around her.
Their kindness, their laughter,
Almost make her feel
Like it's going to be okay.
Darkness is flooding in,
As the sun drowns beneath the horizon.
She can't seem to move.
She can't seem to try.
She just lays there
Mangled on the ground.
And in the end,
She's glad she didn't say goodbye.
For goodbye is a definite ending.
And now, she can live on
If only in a hope.
Her sorrows consume her,
The barrier she built is collapsing.
She's accepted her death,
So why can't she find the will
To let go?
Her hands are shaking.
The last ray of light has departed.
It can't be the end.
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
RA TV script episode oneRA TV script episode one in Sketches More Like This
Greetings, fans of Romantically Apocalyptic
Today, we present to you the script for RA episode ONE as a pilot episode, composed by several writers from the RA production team (Rythmear, Oddshot and Alexiuss)
Because this is a 100% DeviantArt production and we have NO budget or corporate support- it is now up to YOU whether this episode and further episodes will be released.
I will now proceed to outline the costs of filming this episode and explain how you can help out, so I can release this episode for everyone here on DeviantArt, and make MORE episodes in the future, using already purchased props to make this the FIRST DeviantArt hosted, and fan sponsored TV show.
Renting a van for a week to get to filming location (abandoned hotel): $500
4 character outfits, props and sandwiches to feed actors for durat
Sex in a Coffee MugPorcelin-smooth, polished slickSex in a Coffee Mug in Free Verse More Like This
Decorated deep red
Short, squat, round
Set down on the table
With a clink that speaks fragile
Condensation pools round the base
Leaving a ring, in time
The handle loops around
From top to bottom, full-length
Pushing out and away
Creating space, perfect
For four calloused fingers
To slip through and grip
With the thumb running lengthwise
Pressing, for support
Hand in handle, hard-held
It pulls, but there is resistance
That water pooling sticks
And glues the rough bottom
To the tabletop with suction
Until its overpowered and it
Lifts, dripping, airborne
Saliva and skin against
The surface make an imperceptible
Imprint as the touch
And inhale steam and liquid
The pool of heat bubbling up
From the very dreg to the dancing
Love NoteThere are columns with signsLove Note in Free Verse More Like This
And they point in a thousand directions:
Where might they lead?
Nowhere in particular. But I, I
Hold here a precious map
An invisible parchment
That boasts no x's or arrows or dotted lines
No sketches of dragons or palm trees.
It is for you-a gift
And the best one could think of.
I was worried it might be overdone
Perhaps too much, too soon.
It will take you a thousand years alone
To discover what it's supposed to lead you towards.
I've attached it to this letter with tape.
You'd like to test it yourself first-I know
You want to see what you alone can find.
But if you decide
If you conclude you need help
Sweetheart, remember: it's my map-
Come find me.
Untitled- For My One and OnlyShe cannot see over the lip edge of the back of the desk,Untitled- For My One and Only in Free Verse More Like This
except to gaze at the speckled ceiling tiles, the fluorescent lights, the very
top shelf of the stacks across the room. She is surrounded, enveloped,
lulled by the aroma of crinkled pages and worn covers-the naval science section-and she hopes beyond hope it will cling to her, like cobweb tendrils, after she leaves.
The smell will stick to her hair, twirl down from her eyelashes to tickle her
nose when she breathes in, and for weeks people will turn up their chins around her,
sniff twice, and say you've-been-tucked-behind-a-desk-in-a-hidden-corner-of-the-basement-of-a-library-recently-haven't-you? and she'll nod, too filled with library quiet and
the buzz of the lights to realize that if she opens her mouth to speak, noise will come out
and someone might even hear her.
She stretches herself across the faux wood tabletop, claiming it, loving it like
a mother loves a father and the mother and father love their three little childre
A Day In The Mind Of Lalna - Part 1, RidgeHe sat in his chair by the fish tank, the glow illuminating his face. His eyes, always too much like broken glass stared back.A Day In The Mind Of Lalna - Part 1, Ridge in Drama More Like This
“I don’t know what I do now, Lom.” Lalna muttered. “I don’t know anymore…”
His lab coat was tattered and covered in scrawlings. His boots were splattered with blood and muck. His goggles, perched on his head were fogged up from sweat. His blue-green eyes, like seawater, stared into the fish tank.
He was talking to himself. Earlier, the Owl Mistress was there. Her long golden hair, that kind, gentle, knowing smile… It felt like years since Lalna had smiled. He sort of… missed it.
Xephos and Honeydew meant well. The leader, always his glowing midnight eyes betraying his worry and bitterness towards himself. Honeydew, always ready with a joke or some sort of stupid story to tell. Lalna needed them, as much as he hated to admit he needed friends, he needed them.
Even the lumberjack Sips, and the architect and
Zoethian :: I've Lost YouSPOILER ALERT : IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST TEKKIT OF SEASON 2 ON RYTHIAN'S CHANNEL, GO WATCH THAT NOW AND COME BACK. IF YOU HAVE, CONTINUE READING.Zoethian :: I've Lost You in Sketches More Like This
"Zoey..." the words hitched in Rythian's throat.
It was as if she was sleeping, her bloodied and broken body limp. She had a small smile on her face though, Fishton grasped in her hand.
Lalna heard it before he saw the damage. The earth shook and the nuke went off. The remote in his backpack buzzed once then shattered in his hands.
He flew down, hovering above the wreckage. Smugness at first, I mean, he actually destroyed Rythian's base for once. Then a sudden fierceness, what if Rythian didn't survive? He hadn't checked the chatbox lately. He was busy with other things.
Then every thought in his mind went blank as he saw a cloaked man holding something red to him, with a dinosaur clasping his shoulder.
"No," the scientist whispered.
The glove on his arm buzzed, the chatbox updating.
ZOEYA BLEW UP.
Rythian was expecting the ra
WasteWe've ruined the lakes, the ponds, the streamsWaste in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and marred our soil with urban dreams -
Eden blighted by machines.
We plot and scheme; we plot and scheme.
We scorch the earth and sear the air;
our poison, seething everywhere,
destroys and leaves our country bare.
We do not care; we do not care.
Humanity has learned too late
our Eden is a fallow state;
and what we've sown will nere abate.
We reap our fate; we reap our fate.
IcarusAll he left youIcarus in Free Verse More Like This
was the fear of flying -
the accidental tilt of gravity
against the air
and pull of atmosphere
that cracked the ceiling
of your bedroom.
You thought he must be Icarus
from the scent
that tattered the sheets
and the soft, white down
you mistook for rapture -
a sweet tryst of love
But the sun
was cruel that day -
abrupt and lethal,
beckoning you to the window
to study how he wore
the April morning
and watch as ecstacy
made criminals of his words.
There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:There are Things Beneath the Garden in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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
They Told UsThey Told Us:They Told Us in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the