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I am nothing but a puppet,
A thing that you control.
A simple wooden toy,
I do not have a soul.
I am nothing but a puppet,
Someone to do your bidding.
Your demands from my body,
Relentless, unforgiving.
I am nothing but a puppet,
Your fingers pull my strings.
They pull in all directions,
Twisting, tangling.
I am nothing but a puppet,
My strings down by my sides,
Trailing closely right behind me,
My eternally bounding ties.
A thing that you control.
A simple wooden toy,
I do not have a soul.
I am nothing but a puppet,
Someone to do your bidding.
Your demands from my body,
Relentless, unforgiving.
I am nothing but a puppet,
Your fingers pull my strings.
They pull in all directions,
Twisting, tangling.
I am nothing but a puppet,
My strings down by my sides,
Trailing closely right behind me,
My eternally bounding ties.
Literature
Just Pull the Trigger
This pain I feel inside,
It comes from no wounds.
This pain I feel I've died,
Don't leave me in this room...
I am surrounded by the walls-
And my cage grows tighter.
I pick up cigarettes and crawl,
As I search for my lighter.
Holding flames that I cup,
In these hands so bitter.
I take that first of puffs;
With a swill of liquor.
I have sunk to the bottom.
I'm dreaming of the moment I-
Will break the surface and see the sun.
But sadly I am done...
So let's go play with the gun!
Click-click, click-click
And load, just pull the trigger!
Click-click, click-click,
And load, let the gun smoke linger!
- Word of Chen, 13th May 2014
Literature
You Know What You Are!
The storyteller is lost in us
Don't ask me where he went
I see his traces in the words you write
But his power is truly spent
And all I see now is meaningless
Words made simply for the thrill
Belted out by a literary killer
Monster, looking for a fill
Literature
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...
But I am getting quite sick of your attitude.
And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion.
I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission...
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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
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In response to a request from sakunokishimori for their wonderful piece
I had a lot of ideas for this artwork, but I didn't want to go with the 'obvious'. Instead, I decided to write about the theme of their work, which for me, was the theme of 'choice'.
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I had a lot of ideas for this artwork, but I didn't want to go with the 'obvious'. Instead, I decided to write about the theme of their work, which for me, was the theme of 'choice'.
If you are interested in having something written for you (free!) please comment on this journal fav.me/d7d5uqd
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i feel this way every day of my life! love it!