Reflected InspectionReflected InspectionHere I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wonder how I would look if I lost some weight.Slapping my overlapping thighs repeatedly, persuading them to become firmer.Grasping the pair of scissors at my throat with the intent of committing my own murder.Thinking to myself how can anyone ever find me remotely attractive?And how can I ever expect myself to be regularly sexually active.With me looking
DishonouredDishonoured:He stands before the adoring crowd,Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.But he has already been dishonoured -By means of his perverse innovation.For none could know of the dark secret;About the art that he claims to be his own.It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -A theft for which he must atone...But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!Will quietly don the skin of another;An urge he must assuage...Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
Echos of Autumn PassingRows of dried corn stalks bendwith the wind thatthirsts for rainthat will only come when it has diedand the ears of corn cease to rattle.And the thunder's distant laughwill chase after the snakes heading for their mounds on higher ground,their husks abandoned-the flash floods may yet pass them by.
VictimVictimA sighThat could obliterate the indestructibleA tearThat can crush any emotional-barrierA lifeThat seems beyond cruelA fearThat is far out of control-It's impossible almost every night / You're the one who left me traumatizedAs my lungs become EVER-so numb / This damage can NEVER be undoneThen my wounded memory floods / You will always be a part of my bloodGasping for airHolding my headAfflicted by despairI will never be able to forgetLiving like thisOne can only pretendThere is no such thing as darknessBut I knew I could not prevent the endA part of meHas that one wishThere was no tragedyEver to begin withInnocence is held downBy what cannot be seenDark images are boundThou will forever be a part of meI want to be set free / From your relentless agonyI'm starting to forget what it's like / To feel a complete soul insideThough I hope you're doing well / I can't wait to see you here in hell-A pred
