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MarionetteThe strings dig deep into her veins.
She moves with them,
To dull the pain.
A painted face,
With a printed smile,
Her emotions left unversitile.

She dances alone, secluded,
Forlorn and deluded.
A disaster.
And only for her twisted master.
A mental crafter,
A vile bastard.

Only I can see the tears,
And only I know all her fears.
I flick my fingers to the right,
On my command she stands up right.
I flick my finger to the left.
She'd murder all the ones she left.

Maybe its love,
Or maybe it's insane.
I don't know the reasons,
Or why she's bound with chains.
I just can't help but love,
Her face so filled with pain.

Untouched BooksDirty fingerprints crust the pages
Of the books of forgotten lore
That have laid here before all ages
Untouched from before-

Unconcerned with reason or rhyme,
Longing for those finger-shaped prints,
They have waited all this time,
To be imprinted with darkened tints

But all that meets them is the chilly air,
And the quiet whispers of phantoms past;
And still they wait with silent flair,
To be marked with fingers again at last

Imaginary FriendI once had a friend.
That was made of pretend,
Who's only friend was me.
We played all alone,
Just all on our own.
Down on the hills,
And the trees.

We ran through the woods,
Jumped in the hills,
And played in the dark,
Because we lived for the thrills.
We went on our journeys,
And time would stand still.
The world would change,
Because it was our will.

Then came the days…
My friend started to fade.
We no longer spoke,
We just sat in the shade.
And as we sat silent
We looked at the sky .
My friend left for the last time,
Without a goodbye.
I guess the fact is.
They were no longer shy.

I once had a friend,
I tho

Short-LivedShort-Lived.

Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.

For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.

Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.

We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.

Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.

Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.

So although you may think the worst is yet to come.

No matter the occasion whether it be

Difficult
Distasteful
Distressing
Or disastrous.

At least we were graciously gi

Porcelain FistsPorcelain Fists
her skin snaps like elastic; rubbery
limbs a tangle of tires leaving tread
marks the shape of her kiss: going
somewhere, out of here (and trailing
impressions of bright lips cut along
the insides—the side effect of
braces and chewing). there's several
smiles (genuine) lining her pockets harsh
as summer days in Texas—the way
she likes it—but sometimes she drops
her phone on the crescent curves:
crack. the light bleeds through, runs
down her legs to a puddle on
the classroom carpet. sounds of
the scratched CDs she keeps in
her locker: turn up the volume to split
her eardrums and lips. she splint

Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.

Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.

I am embraced by the luminous clouds.

With the stars in reaching distance.

Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.

Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.

Observing the planets that stand like monuments.

This is the place where my body wants to be.

These are the sights my eyes want to see.

This is place where my mind can be free.

This is the only place where I can truly be me.

Now back to reality.

And the self perpetuating insanity.

Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.

Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.

How will I ever be a

My Eternal BelovedIncessant screams echo across weeping graves
On the winds of destiny you shall hear my call
The voice of suffering will caress your spirit,
and into my darkest nightmare, you will fall

Lush is the poison that runs beneath my skin
Your death I will sow, your blood I shall reap
My dark thoughts swoon into a song of decay
In the pitch of iniquity you will gently sleep

I will awaken upon a lattice of bloody shards,
and harvest the resonance of your eternal cries
In a field of black roses you will find my soul,
together we shall walk through bleeding skies

I stand before you in the harbor of madness,
shimmering like a dry beacon of w

dragons melancholySleep dear girl. The night is late,
close your eyes and forget your fate.
Never mind the lies and taunts,
sleep in peace and think nice thoughts.
Please don't worry the night away,
for the sake of a silent k.
Because you're safe among all the mess,
death destruction and pure duress.
I'll be the dragon that keeps you safe,
grips you tight and locked in place.
I'll uncover all that you hide so well,
just to show what's in your shell.
And when I die you'll feel relief,
to be rescued from demons teeth.
I know it's tough your life been hard,
so let me take what you have to guard
The sun is up now we wait,
the moon will ri

Cold...Hell
Pacing through a labyrinth
  of unending snow
thoughts frozen by time,
  to where shall I go...

Shadows of the fallen,
  their torment, their wrath
faltering my journey
  towards salvation's path..

I dread their very grasp..
  their touch so bitter cold
their desire to break free
  my limbs they desperately hold

"FREE US FROM OUR PAIN!!!!"
the pain that they deserve
  their cries that echo in vain
the shameful state left for others to observe

The cold ashen grey skies
  the blazing storms wail
the place where warmth truly lies
  the

Out of lifeInstantly I touched your heart but it was already cold...
I missed the moment when you took away my soul
You're gone
You're out of life
I don't know how but I keep asking why

I see them coming, they come for me...
I hope they bring some kind of peace
Close the distance and come around
All that I need is nowhere to be found

I'm not losing, I'm not giving up
Feelings washed away but I won't stop

I have a flower for you
A black rose for your grave
Usual visit every Sunday I'm here
Holding a rose and holding my breath
Trying to forget how you welcomed your death
No tear I share no pain I got left
Only memories they always aro

Concrete GardenChoking on chalk-dust; pink, white, blue
we scrawl in certain squarish circles -
portals to lands beyond grasp of our
gawky hands that reach too far outside.

Careful of your toes, running across slabs
of grey and greyer: your concrete canvas
where your day dreams explode out of
your ears, mixing reality with rainbow ice cream.

Quick! Trap the ants! In colourful domes!
We'll see who is king in this land of our home!
The freckled youth with flighty expeditions
abuse the power of these flaky dull gems.

Quickly eat the nectar of innocence
while it pours out now on the sad
stone tears of age - refresh yourself
before you retreat t

Malice in WonderlandBruises: purple, blue, and grey
spell out defeat on legs and ends.
Straining cramps to squint above for
the curious entrance under the heavens.

It's 10, and 1, and point 6 o'clock:
Six-hundred and sixty-six minutes.
Dragging breath and arms
beneath one thousand piano minuets.

The mad dream splurged from
wicked desire, ruptured by chasing fertility.
Has led me past my drowsy door
into demonic shades of insanity.

When I find it, i'll bludgeon it
with this gargantuan key.
Leaving white foot in bloody stains
from roses, and a chance to fly again, free.

run, jump, fallif you're looking for me
you'll find me in the jellyfish sea
i'll be waiting for your sea-salt lips
to claim me and your purple-pruned fingers to
wrap themselves around me and take me far,
far away
we'll do a running start and take a leap of
faith off the edge of the earth and
reach up to kiss the stars -
then
plummet
spreadeagled, handheld in the sky
and sprout wings to tickle our faces as they
beat by our sides, and
we are euphoric,
goosebumps in the grass.
(if anyone's looking for me,
tell them i'll be making love in the jellyfish sea)

Dawning of the SkinThe aurora awakes our lukewarm skin
In a brief break from sun
the light sliding combs our hair
leaving it scattered as gold

Lips slightly parted
too red for the dawning of the morning
our ripped smiles slowing
crunching green apples

T e a r s.Her tears
take her to a
m a g i c a l place.

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She Stands AloneAlone she stands in the twisted fire,
Below the crimson flames.
A tangled mess of tortured turmoil,
With a bitter taste of blame.
Standing still, just a statue like stone
She stands alone.

I will not judge her,
nor the place that she stands.
Like how she ignores the fact,
I did not lend my hand.
Her tears crack stone,
But only at the face.
And although she does not want to
She stands so still in place
Her face set pained,
Glaring into the unknown.
Look at the princess,
A girl the world disowned.
Standing still at her throne,
Made of rock and stone.
She stands alone.

Why The Heart BeatsYour heart will beat for life,
But more so for the lies,
The secrets and wants and things you despise.
Your heart beats for happiness and the love that you're blessed.
But it beats even harder,
For what is hidden inside your chest.
Those who have lost and hide what they feel,
And the ones who got swindled by the devils dirty deals.
The soulless that hide what they never could keep,
And the dreams that plague them away from their sleep.
So why is it you ask?
Does your heart still beat?
Furthermore stronger, than when you stood on two feet?
It beats so strong because of the feelings inside,
The ones you've locked up and covere

We Are The LiarsWe twist are words to talk to you,
And bend the facts to make them true.
We are the wolves, who lead the lambs.
Like gods of death who guide the dammed.
The tricksters and jesters, who kings all loved;
Until we had them lynched and clubbed.
We are the ones, who break your rules.
While dancing on your laws like fools.
The saints
the sinners..
The losers
and winners
Your friends and family that will always last,
It is we who wear the mask.
We lie to make our world more,
While wearing masks that you adore.
We are the ones who set up the fires
And bury the living in funeral pyres
We are the deities of deceit
And the brok

If Today Was TomorrowToday is tomorrow, open your eyes;
Begin your day to forget the lies.
Don't dare sigh, take a breath
To relieve the grief that's on your chest.

If today was tomorrow what would you do
Live the same life you already knew?
Or forever be changed for all those to see,
If today was tomorrow
Who would you be.

If today was tomorrow
I would lay down my head'
Fall deep into sleep in my comfortable bed.
I would dream forever, and all would be fine
If today was tomorrow
I would have time.

If today was tomorrow I would scream at the sky
I would stomp at the ground, with no reason why
I would laugh and then cry, until the day that I

WaitTime does not stop when you wait; it's a cruel sense of time describing ones fate.
Did I stop so you could catch me? Or was I left behind?
All that I know is that waiting tells in time.
How long will I wait, Should I leave or go?
Please tell me the answers that I already know.
Is it me hoping alone in this park, that I will be found by you in the dark?
Or are you patient during the day, slowly swinging your time away.
Maybe it's not meant to be, I'll leave this place to go find me.
I'm leaving the place I waited so long, maybe its weakness I'm not very strong.
We can try to force the feelings of the past, but they are still gone and

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Broken Butterflies

by ~Mierren, Sep 10, 2012, 7:13:32 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

I opened my mouth and coughed out the wings
Throwing up the colors,
From once beautiful things.
They crawl up my throat,
And pry through my teeth,
Revealing the darkness,
I've hid underneath.
Her words echo in my head,
I try to stand.
But fall instead.
They no longer had that fluttery feel.
I guess the love had lost its appeal.
I cough and clutch at the hole in my chest.
Thinking ironically,
Is this just love at its best?

She said she hates the world.
But I know she loves it so,
I have seen her on the hill,
With the evening afterglow.
She feeds them with my beating heart
Enticing them
Like the sweetest tart.
While clutching at the hole in her chest,
Causing them to swarm in unrest.
Their wings are black and broken
Barely there…
Like words unspoken,
They flutter by silently…

She stands atop the hill secluded.
While I watch her from the gate.
Next to the forgotten roads,
In the evening when it's late.
Passed where yellow flowers grow,
With all our secrets kept in the glow.
Across the field of broken hearted tries,
Upon that hill under crying skies.
She sits neglected…
Wrapped up in her lies.
With the broken
Butterflies.

Broken Butterfliesby ~Mierren

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

They rumble in my stomach
They flurry all about
And it’s a dreadful feeling
When the butterflies want out…

i have made many variations of this poem( others quite dark and gory) but this is a little more suitable for D.A.

love 3 3

joy 2 2

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sad 1 1

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~QueenArtic Feb 7, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Excellent rap song

~JOKER2448 Dec 30, 2012

This is still as good as the first time i read it!!

~Mierren Dec 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thanks looks like you finally got your profile up so should we make you a zombie and post it as a deviation for your page?

~JOKER2448 Dec 31, 2012

Yes we should

~GeekGirl97 Nov 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, great poem. I thing has a lot more than it shows... Perhaps some other ways of interpretation and meanings?

Anyways, very deep and beautifully written

~Mierren Nov 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

wow thanks! and you are very perceptive

~GeekGirl97 Nov 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks and you are welcome! Haha

~Laur-icula Nov 22, 2012

This is definitely one of my all time favorite poems. It's so beautifully written, and it's so sad and the reader can interpret a little bit of a different meaning.

~Mierren Nov 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thanks!

~Laur-icula Nov 22, 2012

You're welcome! :3

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