I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'd Rather Be Dead in Free Verse More Like This
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
Behind the WordsWe spill our pain across the pages.Behind the Words in Free Verse More Like This
But we must smile when it is read.
For we cannot show our true emotions.
Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread.
For we are the bringers of dreams to the world.
Our words are tales of healing light.
So hide your tears behind a mask,
And save them for a quiet night.
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,Soldier Boy in Free Verse More Like This
A man given freedom.
He looked in the mirror,
And liked what he saw...
The days wore on,
And he lived his life.
Morning PT was a distant memory,
So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.
Training came thrice at first,
Then twice, then once,
The days wore on...
And life became harder,
Sacrifices were made.
He looked in the mirror one day,
And didn't like what he saw.
Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.
Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.
He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...
And the days wore on...
And so he went out running, one fateful day,
His lungs burning with every breath.
Yet despite the pain inside his chest,
He resolved the soldier, would return to his best.
"You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around
-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Stripping Me in Free Verse More Like This
Be it my pride or dignity.
You may throw insults at me,
And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.
You may belittle me, as much as you want,
If only to make your meager life worth living.
But even if you do all that...
No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.
No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.
No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,
Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place...
"Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
My Name Is?You know I think that it is time for you to go...My Name Is? in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah boy better know, I'm an ancient poet,
With a modern rap flow, so-
I think it's better that you learn to let it go...
Ain't no third-rate writer;
I won't let a poser hold a candle to my lighter, because-
My name is Chen, I'm the Dragon of the East.
My reputation now makes me out to be a beast.
But you'll find that I'm probably a really nice guy,
Just before I take a fork out, stabbing your eye.
I can't help it, I'm just a little insane.
Mom blames it all on my video games.
But it wasn't the screen that left me craving for blood,
It was the twisted little bitches in this world of mud.
See you might call me the furthest thing from a stud,
Even when I drop the bomb, it ends up a dud.
So I get a little sick of those having it easy,
And I like to mess 'em up before they start getting preachy.
Son, you ain't even walked a mile in my shoes!
Go hang up your chains, because you're setting
Lie to MeThere are those who stare into the water's edge.Lie to Me in Free Verse More Like This
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just look so bad that my eyes are cryin' YOU a river.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 11th August 2013
TruthWe are often eager to surrender,Truth in Free Verse More Like This
Because the burden of choice is harsh.
We would rather blame others for our failings,
Instead of seeking an answer within our mistakes.
I am as guilty as anyone else when it comes to this.
How many days have I spent screaming at the darkness;
Spitting bitter words that blistered my own lips...
Even as my eyes grew clouded, shrouded by hate.
I railed against iron walls about a solitude I had created.
Anger became my mask for an open plea:
Because I simply wanted someone to acknowledge me...
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:You Will Pay in Free Verse More Like This
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
The Righteous Are LiarsThe Righteous Are Liars:The Righteous Are Liars in Free Verse More Like This
I find it funny, at times,
In this reality, of mine.
When the heroes fall and demons rise.
In the fight for freedom, filled with lies.
But such is the nature of the templar divine.
With righteous chains, they'll keep us in line.
Afraid to face the true demon he fears.
He'll punishes the public, for their rightful jeers.
And thus ends the "hero's" tale...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2013
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A Wonderful Movie in Review
Selma is a brilliantly understated account of events in 1965, centered on the protest march in Selma, Alabama brutally assaulted by Gov. George Wallace’s thuggish state police troopers, that became a catalyst to the passage of the Voting Rights Act, at that time the single most important Federal legislation f
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It would seem counter-intuitive that a person wearing glasses—i.e., a person in need of a device to properly identify and understand incoming visual perceptual information—would be assumed to be more rather than less intellectually gifted. And yet that’s the transformative power of donning a pair of glasses, the thicker-lensed and clunkier the better.
Tim Burton - One Man Showby RodneyPike
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Alchemy of the Quotidian
Please welcome suzymae as our newest guest writer for DeviantArt. Journalism is the latest turn in Suzy’s communications-dedicated existence, her resume revealing her to be a lifetime arts world gypsy only recently having alighted in Los Angeles where she is involved with not only transmedia artwork, video and collage but also the stand-up comedy scene. Please join me in welcoming suzymae to the DeviantArt family, the best home for artists displaying Suzy’s spirit of peripatetic creativity, thoughtful human observation and all-in life c
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Mayan Civilization by boosoohoo
Scavenger Hunt Challenge Wrap-Up
We asked if you would help Paul Tobin find inspiration for his vision of the lost world of Atlantis and your response was, as usual, near overwhelming.
But Paul has been able to make his choices of the most imaginative and inspiring visions of the mythic (?) continent of Atlantis, as conceived and created by th
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Message in a Bottle: The Eternal Act of Faith
Whether it’s the sole survivor of a plane crash, stranded on a fly–speck Pacific island or the forlorn deserted lover standing alone in the early morning fog at mid–span of Waterloo Bridge, there is nothing sadder, and nothing more defining of the human spirit, than the tossing into the sea of the “message in a bottle.” The idea, more than the actual execution, of this desperate measure, has come to symbolize an eternal act of human faith — that somehow Divine Providence will guide this message through the shifting seven seas to be found on a beach by the one who needs
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From the clothesline strung across the backyard, to the college dorm laundry rooms, to the inner city all-night Laundromats, we all have our memories that begin with helping Mom with Laundry Day, that task that soon became ours alone upon taking flight from the family nest. Laundry day can evoke warm memories of family unity, or cold memories of aching separation and loneliness, the softness of a stack of fresh towels or the hardness of city sidewalks, depending on the time in you life you are remembering. Here is a collection of deviations evoking the full range of Laundry Day duality.
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There is always a reason. A level of insult. An unprovoked assault. A threat of invasion. A refusal to negotiate in good faith. A refusal to compromise. There is always something so unbearable that it must be righted with no more delay and by any means, by even the last means, necessary. That final means is war.
Ever since mankind became able to produce and possess more than necessary for survival, there has been a surplus of resources. It is the treasure that has built our civilization and shaped the special magic and glory of what it is to be a human being.
The struggle for control and division of that treasure sometimes infects men’s minds with a unique
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They look like tiny versions of dinosaur ancestors who have survived into our age, like sharks and crocodiles, but actually they are of a separate evolution and not related. They have scary devil–mask faces, many even sporting horns—but actually, most species are quite human–friendly and can make affectionate pets.
Their endless variations in skin coloring and tattoo–like designs are what draw the artists’ and photographers’ eyes. The chameleons even “change clothes” all day long, wanting to always be wearing the appropriate colors for the “room” they find themselves in.
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Burying A Sci-Fi Cliché
if I were a writer by In-Ink
From the Dusty Annals of Sci-Fi Cliché History
James Tiptree, Jr. was a writer of science fiction, mostly short stories, whose first work, “Birth of a Salesman,” was published in the May 1968 issue of Analog Science Fiction.
Analog Science Fiction
Warm Worlds & Otherwise
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Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Black and White by josephrocca
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. lived a life of exemplary personal sacrifice in the face of the constant threat of violent reprisals, including sudden death.
He is synonymous with civil rights and the icon of the struggle of Black Americans for racial, economic, and social equality. He earns his place in history as one of the legendary rare human beings who really made a difference,