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Sorry I'm A Man:
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
No features
No face
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Blasphemous abberation
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a person
For at his core he cannot be human
All are like him, carbon-copies
And in the end they are all the same
Thus we decree that they shall stand naked
With blank-faced labels
No features
No face
Forever condemned to bear a shameful title
We of the cowardly creed shall dub thee
'Man!'
-Chen Yuan Wen, 2nd October 2012
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
No features
No face
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Blasphemous abberation
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a person
For at his core he cannot be human
All are like him, carbon-copies
And in the end they are all the same
Thus we decree that they shall stand naked
With blank-faced labels
No features
No face
Forever condemned to bear a shameful title
We of the cowardly creed shall dub thee
'Man!'
-Chen Yuan Wen, 2nd October 2012
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Because I'm Blind
A young girl once asked a blind man, "Can you see?"
"Why, no, silly girl," the man replied. "I'm blind."
"I know that. Can you see?"
The man thought hard. He couldn't remember one moment when he had vision. "I'm sorry, my girl, but my eyes are broken. I don't understand what you mean."
"I guess you can't then..." The girl sighed, defeated.
She spent her whole life searching. She learned many languages and toured many countries during her mission, but none brought her to who she was looking for. One day, when she was old and retired, she sat on her front porch, feeling the soft breeze blow through her hair and listening to the soft c
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I'm Not the Marrying Kind
I'm not the marrying kind.
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.R
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Well...
Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
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Author's Comment:
First off its very rare that I choose to write SLAM poetry...it's not my style and its very different from the more refined image I prefer to portray. However, sometimes in life you see s*** that just pisses you off big time.
I won't really name names, but there are poems out there that seem to very focused on labelling men as perverts, criminals, rapists, thugs, bullies and walking balls of lust. However, this is incorrect. If such a statement were true then what rappers say about women (i.e. calling them 'hoes' and 'b****es') would be true, but we all know that it is not.
However, when someone starts creating poetry that only spreads a message of hate and it gets passed off as art. That crosses the line for me. I very rarely get involved in these sorts of things but for once I'm taking a stand.
JUDGE THE INDIVIDUAL, DO NOT USE A LABEL! Just because you had ONE bad experience with a guy doesn't make them all bad. Just because you dislike/fear men, doesn't mean that every man is an abusive alcoholic or a drooling dog that only seeks to satisfy his biological urges. WE ARE ALL INDIVIDUALS.
You wanna know what I do when I want to get a girl? (This is how I got my girlfriend by the way). I looked up her favourite song, "Man Who Can't Be Moved" by The Script. Memorised the lyrics and sang it for her because I knew she would love it and I wanted to tell her that even during the ups and downs of our relationship, I would be waiting for her back at that corner where we first met. We are still together because of this.
So please, let's keep art the way it is. Let it be ENTERTAINMENT. It should not be a medium to spread bigotry or prejudice about one particular gender. That is no different to a racial or religious slur. EVERYONE is an INDIVIDUAL, We are UNIQUE, we are not a STATISTIC. We do not fit into LABELS!
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
P.S. Crew journal will be up in the morning, working on secret project for now
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If you'd like to view the second episode of WordofChen Live to hear my reading and singing style go here: [link]
Author's Comment:
First off its very rare that I choose to write SLAM poetry...it's not my style and its very different from the more refined image I prefer to portray. However, sometimes in life you see s*** that just pisses you off big time.
I won't really name names, but there are poems out there that seem to very focused on labelling men as perverts, criminals, rapists, thugs, bullies and walking balls of lust. However, this is incorrect. If such a statement were true then what rappers say about women (i.e. calling them 'hoes' and 'b****es') would be true, but we all know that it is not.
However, when someone starts creating poetry that only spreads a message of hate and it gets passed off as art. That crosses the line for me. I very rarely get involved in these sorts of things but for once I'm taking a stand.
JUDGE THE INDIVIDUAL, DO NOT USE A LABEL! Just because you had ONE bad experience with a guy doesn't make them all bad. Just because you dislike/fear men, doesn't mean that every man is an abusive alcoholic or a drooling dog that only seeks to satisfy his biological urges. WE ARE ALL INDIVIDUALS.
You wanna know what I do when I want to get a girl? (This is how I got my girlfriend by the way). I looked up her favourite song, "Man Who Can't Be Moved" by The Script. Memorised the lyrics and sang it for her because I knew she would love it and I wanted to tell her that even during the ups and downs of our relationship, I would be waiting for her back at that corner where we first met. We are still together because of this.
So please, let's keep art the way it is. Let it be ENTERTAINMENT. It should not be a medium to spread bigotry or prejudice about one particular gender. That is no different to a racial or religious slur. EVERYONE is an INDIVIDUAL, We are UNIQUE, we are not a STATISTIC. We do not fit into LABELS!
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
P.S. Crew journal will be up in the morning, working on secret project for now
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Where Angels Play Where Angels Play:
A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?
How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
If only
I am barely breathing...
The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...
The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering
Do I alone escape this and find my peace
wi
Why I Hate My Life Why I Hate My Life:
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is
My Beautiful Filth My Beautiful Filth:
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivance
Whispering to Lucifer Whispering to Lucifer:
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my
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THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si
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Thanks for the invite to critique your poem.
I noticed this poem got quiet a mixed amount of reactions and feelings towards it. I agree with about 98% of what you are saying. However, men can stand up for themselves if they see that they are not being treated equal. Just as the african americans did in their freedom movements, as the woman did for womans rights, ect. But I appluad you for taking a stand on this specific topic, and doing it well. It is only an insult to injury when artists cannot portray what theyre feeling for a cause. You did well!
The short, almost choppy phrases put an emphasis on the thoughts and words, and drew the reader's eye to your main focal points. This gives it a more powerful feel. LIke a controlled anger, which is quiet an appropriate idea for such a poem as this.
Your voice is strong, and can clearly be heard throughout and within your words.
The visualization is brash, and prodes its way into the reader's imagination. Thus creating a greater affect on the impact of your poem.
Wonderful ideas and writting. Your style is bold, and I believe that because it is such a debateable topic, it will be loved more by the audience. One side feels like they're finally being heard, while the other feels the need to be heard. Wonderful vicious cycle yes? Vicious in a beautiful, dark way that is.
Keep on writting, I'd love to see more poems parrallel to this one.
May the odds be ever in your favor!
-LuvThemHungerGames