I Don't Mean To Be Rude...But I am getting quite sick of your attitude.More Like This
And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion.
I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission...
For I'll hunt you quietly, silent and slow.
And I'll wait till you slip, before I lay you low.
But when you're filled to the brim with fear; chasing the shadows away.
I'll appear inside your mirror--and I might come out to play...
...So tell me, do you fear me now?
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th December 2013
Twisted Up InsideWould you ever know the feeling,More Like This
Of being twisted, over and over.
Much like a string of high-tension cord;
Ready to snap at any moment.
You are barely controlling this swell of emotion.
Keeping it taut, lest it burst from the surface.
A plastic smile serves as your only defense;
Witty banter, to stave off a deeper inquiry.
You hide the signs of your sickness;
Quickly easing the pressure.
Whilst appearing to adjust the suit,
You move through the crowd like a fading wisp.
Rushed, sweating and just barely contained.
You duck into the shadows, so you might breathe again.
-Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 13th November 2013
Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.More Like This
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
Devious Journal EntryMy lady muse's newest story concept. This doesn't belong to me and it damn sure doesn't belong to you so don't steal it.More Like This
I was dead.
I had been dead for decades, closer to a century actually, but I only found that out later.
Where had I been? Lounging somewhere comfortably unaware obviously. My ego or the consciousness of me ‘that I used to be’ somehow found its way back to my corporeal body along with the ghastly knowledge of the rotting flesh and skeletal remains that I was suddenly occupying. I was horrified, and feeling unbearable pain that let me know I had a brain and nerves that could transfer those searing signals to that brain.
The warmth of the fluid that had covered me quickly faded and I was becoming very cold, leading me to believe that I now had skin with nerves to relay those messages. The bright light was painful to my eyes, so I had eyes. I was no longer buried deep in the ground or within a crypt or vault, if that was where I had been interre