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Where The Yellow Flowers Grow

by ~Mierren, May 15, 2012, 8:38:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

There is a place in the country, where the city does not know.
of how the yellow flowers glow.
where the grass is greener than the leaves, and dirt is browner than the trees.
where the wind hugs warmly and you hug back,the trees give shade
so take a nap.

The people are nice, the children are kind, and no one is ever left behind.
The sun is bright yellow, the sky is so blue.
The moon pure silver, the stars a bright hue.
The air is so fresh and nice to the taste,
you gasp for breath, there's plenty to waste.

Down by the fields filled with corn and wheat.
Lived your new friend, who often came to your street.
they pulled at your hand, and showed you the place.
That even today, makes your heart start to race.
You shared a promise with a secret
and then said them slow.
and in your heart, you always will know.
For the children they talk, and the people they know.
The place where the yellow flowers grow.

because a secret was kept beyond the glow

Hold The Noise

by ~Mierren, Oct 7, 2012, 12:38:04 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Her words.
They grace pages,
From the tip of her tongue.
Just one more melody,
That goes unsung.
Yet pen strikes at paper,
Creating worlds and dreams.
Not knowing her own talent,
She takes them to extremes.
Unable to control her abilities,
She rhymes the world from reason.

Everything stops.
Time holds its breath,
The stars fade out,
She pauses death.
And life stands still.
She writes it all,
While watching from a window sill.
In the worlds she made.
Away from the loud reverberations,
Of stress, life, and boys.
She finds she is finally able,
To Hold The Noise.

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Fall To GroundI asked the god a question.
In which it gave me no reply.
It happened when an angel fell,
As I came walking by.

Her wings were burnt and broken,
As they flapped useless at her sides.
And the part I’ll leave unspoken,
Are the anguished words she cried.

Her neck was collard tight.
And her wrists were bound in chains.
Try as hard as I might,
She refused admit the pain.

I know a broken angel,
She’s close yet so astray.
I’ve seen her hidden smiles,
And the pain she hides away.

I know it’s not my place to ask,
But the answers have no sound.
And though you may not like it,
The meaning feels profound.
And I look up at thFall To Ground by ~Mierren

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one step forward, two steps aheadSoftly, slowly.
The grains tumble on down.
Except for a whisper,
they don't dare make a sound.
Step by step
We move away from the past.
like steady drops of sand,
Being viewed from stained glass.
Softly and slow
Drop by drop
forced to step and never stop.
We slowly fade away
Like sand in a broken hour glass.

Always on different paths,
We may only brush by.
Never to touch,
Until the day we die.one step forward, two steps ahead by ~Mierren

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The Blossoms And The WindShe wore a dress of blossoms.
Like lightly colored snow
Hanging from life’s rooftop,
She calmly lets it go.
Plunging to the ground
Without a scream
or keening sound,
Only the impact resounds.

Blossoms fall around her,
Abandoned in the fall.
Blood flows and seeps,
And begins to taint them all.
Her eyes are glazed black,
Her body broken and cracked.
Resembling a twisted tree,
With nothing left intact.
She lifts her head and smiles at me.
(sigh)
She’s killed herself again...
She dissolves into blossoms,
Which float around my head.
Lightly blushed in scarlet,
With the fragrance of the dead.
She floats up to the rooftop,
The Blossoms And The Wind by ~Mierren

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FrictionKissing my best friends girl.
Or did she kiss me?
The heat was intense,
Are we to blame
Or is he.

Captured by attraction.
In the arms of emotion,
And the feelings of sin.
What we set in motion,
And should have never let in.
I can’t take this passion
You've led me astray.
Our lust lacks color,
Just shades of grey.
From the people we'll depress,
And the ones we'll betray.
It’s the friction between us,
We rub the wrong way.Friction by ~Mierren

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a poem for terrible people.i want to write a poem about primroses
and how i am not a terrible person.

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i am disordered but not disorderly. i am broken up.
i think nice thoughts like "streetlight" and "linens,"
and is there an instruction guide on happiness?
i could write one for you.

step one, paint your eyes cobalt blue.
step two, hang fireworks from coat hangers.
step three, turn into a dandelion. blow away.

my heart tries to escape from my throat. okay,
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ever, not even imaginary best friends. or real ones.
or myself. freud says i am an iceberg, but i don't
know if he means i am full of repressed thougha poem for terrible people. by ~estallidos

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foul, amisslove&trust
go hand in hand—
they take a trip
to no man's land;
they're linked like chains
around our souls
bind us together
two halves, one whole.

but love & trust—
they start to

drift
and once trust leaves,
love goes amiss
her death is marked
by a faithless kiss—
and then a lie,
and then a fist.

love comes down,
with a terrible disease
he locked my heart,
swallowed the keys.

trust does not return—
it is too late.
love is poisoned,
by silent hate.foul, amiss by ~infinitexxx

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another qoute

by ~Mierren, 4 days, 21 hours ago
Journals / Personal

"The fact that I am so young
So Immature
Seems unforgivable to
The decrepit
Perfect and faultless adults"
― Tite Kubo, Bleach

ahh been really busy i hope to slow things down soon.
but i'm still sorting through all the messages i hope to be done soon s i can check that off the to do list

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if your reading this i must congratulate you for making it this far, but your search for awesomeness shall go no further (cue evil laughter). hey i'm J.T. and i hate boredom. i use deviant art to stop the constant itch which is my artistic expression. seriously if i don't make it the idea will stay in my head repeating and building off of itself until it drives me insane. so i use deviant art as a place to store most of my ideas. i don't know how to describe myself( lies!! i know exactly how perfectly awesome i am. i just want to appear humble to fool you!) but i can tell you i'm a person who does as he pleases. this account is for my poetry though i can tell you i am interested in all types of art and plan on making use of every possible art form there is. though i also use deviant art to find interesting people but mostly study their skills.
not to sound cocky but don't blink. these words i'm writing are just a very small prelude to what i want. a mere prologue to a bigger story. can you see it? the image created from these very words? this is a genius at work and since i've gone this far already, allow me to say. a legend in the making. watch me closely because i want everything. or simply nothing at all... was that too much?

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