AcceptIt begins when a teacher tells us where to sit and when to speak.We accept.Then, as teenagers, we are defined by others; identified by clique or class.We accept.We find work and regimentation; our time is not our own, nor is our mind.We accept.Taxes come from our toil; governments weigh on our shoulders but they care not.We accept.They see and hear us all; to them everything must be known.We accept.Freedom shrinks; commandments from white towers for every thought and deed.We accept.The chains are not heavy once one has worn them for years; slavery of the mind worse than of the body.You accept.Conditioned to obey, you no longer think; trapped in waking sleep.You accept.You no longer live, but simply exist; physicality your prison.You accept.Broken, you find comfort in conformity; safety in ignorance.You accept.Beaten, you dare not raise our eyes; or your voice.You accept that you must accept.
MotherThank you for being there.I love you so much.You kept believing in me.You're the one who give life to me.I love the way you use to soothe me from a nightmare,You told me "Everything is going to be OK"You stayed with me until I fell asleep.I love that beautiful smile you always gave me,It gave me comfort .You were my role model and still is.But right now…I'm talking to you,You won't be able to respond to me.I brought you these flowers you love so much,Even though you won't be able to take these flowersI'll place them on your grave .I'll love you always mommy.
DenialDenial:He stands before the mountainsand sighs, knowing that they reach toward the heavensHe begins his climbhis hands soon bloodied, his fingers digging into the hardened stoneHe continues to drag himselfagainst the crags that scrape against his peeling skinUnwilling to end his climb prematurelythough the rocks continue to slice into his fleshBlood is drawn with a single desperate gaspas pain rings out throughout his frameHis feet tremble and his hands grow numbbut still he continues to climb ever higher...The winds threaten to throw him from the face of the mountainand they slowly begin to waste him awayHis body turns to dust and is scattered away amongst the cloudsBut still he presses on!Eventually, all that is left of this manis a pair of hands clinging stubbornly to the rocksand though the winds may blow, the man's spirit wills them onInch by painful inch they climb, undetered and utterly determinedFor even if he lacks a body, even if he has nothing lef
Rain Of DarknessRain of DarknessSomething inside of me...brokeThe very core of my soul...snappedI became surrounded by a numbing coldI blinked and everything faded to blackWhen you left me alone-I felt this eternal betrayalWhen you decided to let me go-The dependance I hid became unstableThe weight on my shoulders collapsedWhile the world I once knew- wastedThe bottled up remorse relapsedI was consumed by hatred-Thou have forsakenOthers will taste my convictionHope, itself has been takenAlong with every form of justificationWhy am I the one abandoned?I never took ANYTHING for granted!Re-fracture and amplify the fragmentsAND TELL ME THAT WASN'T YOUR INTENTION?I'm a fraction of a remnantAnd that's an understatementYou knew this would happenWhen you took back our salvation-Something deep inside of me...crumbledThe center of my heart...stungI made even the shadows
ScarmakerScarmakerYour promises kept~Breaking Breaking BreakingI tried to hold those hopeful words you saidBut you've always managed to hurt the both of us in the endOur tears shed~Seething Seething SeethingDown and away like liquified memories of regretWhile every stinging mistake rushes back and quickly spreadsMy hands left~Trembling Trembling TremblingI find myself feeling lost in this inner emptinessAs all my love for you continually escapes from my chest-This is our last resort / Please, don't say it's soThere's no trusting me anymore / Please, you don't have to goWe tried, but it just can't work / Then I swear that I will changeI lied, and made everything worse / Then give us more time, and just waitI don't want to make you cry ever again / I'd rather have you than nothingI can't stand being the source of your pain / I want you to know that you're my everythingI know you're better off without me / But I will
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