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A precious gift
is life -
bitter pain
and struggling
strife -
a bell
without
a gong
in the valley
with it's
sweetly
frightening
forgotten
song...
And still,
we walk
the red,
spattered
earth -
sinking and
searching
since
our fragile
birth -
many
reaching,
most
beseeching
a god
without
strength
or power
hurls us
to that
final hour -
to hold us
forsaken
in his
nebulous
arms -
And we fall...
A girl
without
a face
will leave
no trace
that she
has ever
walked
here...
so near
to the
edge
of things,
counting
the deceptive
blessings
that nature
brings...
is life -
bitter pain
and struggling
strife -
a bell
without
a gong
in the valley
with it's
sweetly
frightening
forgotten
song...
And still,
we walk
the red,
spattered
earth -
sinking and
searching
since
our fragile
birth -
many
reaching,
most
beseeching
a god
without
strength
or power
hurls us
to that
final hour -
to hold us
forsaken
in his
nebulous
arms -
And we fall...
A girl
without
a face
will leave
no trace
that she
has ever
walked
here...
so near
to the
edge
of things,
counting
the deceptive
blessings
that nature
brings...
Literature
Remembrance
Legends of the bridge of sorrow, wisps of smoke, dreamwalkers
Hollow out a place in my chest for them to reside
I cannot leave them to the cold night, I will cherish and keep them
Those hallowed souls, those marvelous things, those lovers of moonlight
They will be with me always, though doors may open and close
Randomly and without reason, these are the ones close to my heart
The dark figure in the misty meadow, the breaker of dawn, they live
In my mad dreams, they speak in whispers of the coming of the end of all
The kiss of death is upon my cheek, I relish these times, times of love
Times of forbidden things tangled in the darkest stars
I
Literature
Opposites
Your nightmare
Is my dream
Your Hell
Is my Heaven
You seek joy
I enjoy pain
You are an angel
And I am a demon
We are mortal enemies
Until the end of time
Battling endlessly
You, for good
Me, for evil
But why does it have
To be like this?
I wish we could change our fate
And put an end to this madness
Literature
Under You
Under You:
Beneath the surface of the water,
There is silence, peace and darkness.
Blessed silence.
To mute the mouths of men,
To drown the voice of the world.
Surrounded by ignorance,
I choose not to hear your whispers.
Blessed peace.
Without death or pain,
Without birth and life;
Surrounded by denial,
I reject this sense of self.
Blessed darkness.
Without colour or light,
Denying all that is around me;
Surrounded by emptiness,
I am blind within this cage.
Muted, ignorant and blind,
I sleep beneath the surface of the lake.
Eternally drenched, eternally drowned,
I am the you beneath the surface.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th July 2013
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