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Moral Murderer by Thein1, literature

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Moral Murderer

I. the necklace dangles dancing like emerald fire just above her breast, the tongue of flames pierces skin into the flesh of heart where dust spills from the cracked vase II. her mind splits the canvas with slices of black and blue cages leaves fall from whispering woods blue yellow and green dampen from guttation of the grass growing in a ring; in the distant past trees is the death of color color, deflated as a balloon broken into the ugly mesh of black and grey her mind is fading colors foggy she licks the lip chews my color spits the pink from her mouth III. she smells like acacia her burning refugees

Cradle the Son by Thein1, literature

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Cradle the Son

Is it I who be humble enough to catch a glimpse of your voice, to mold road maps using your infinite wisdom; your seed sprouting as the clouds in my head, am I still for you, o' your voice! am I still for you, o' your light! will you fight by me, o' your awesome power! may I carve prayer into stone, or catch the bladed tongues of my enemies, may I listen to your symphony the dance of your world spin and spin under your light, may I be blind to the twitching teeth of gears of sin of sin churning like fire burning priceless hearts, hearts filled with soul ashes may I fill my cup to its brim with your Son's tears am I st

The Mosaic of Love by Thein1, literature

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The Mosaic of Love

The Mosaic of Love You lift your lover high in the peace splattered sky, orange clouds like sherbert fill with the scraping glow of evening, melting over your sprouting love you lift your love so high, that they fall into the sun, skin blistering and liquidating into boiled water, little eyes popping from a plastered skull, white splashes of ooze, iris spilling into oblivion, melting then melting again; you can't hear their dripping screams in the void of space (it sounds like gothic bells in hell), but you can see their mouth wide open, sprouting poison vines of hemlock, from those familiar lips, dusted mithril from your h

Forgotten by Thein1, literature

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Forgotten

Forgotten I can only piece you together with colored glass like rose window; I can create the most angelic art with your red shards, your blue piece stars, yellow flaring gems; I can mend your shattered image into a moral cathedral, I can point you to the rising sun, let the warmth seep into your veins I can let your image shine in my village, a neon show for innocent peasants to stare in awe "Look at all the colors!" "Look at the glow!" "It's like heaven!" But what are you, still? What do they know? You're just a heap of shattered memories.

Flow by Thein1, literature

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Flow

Flow When the hand hugs the pencil The spirit is absorbed in tranquility, Gears begin turning and corks begin twisting- Creativity is birthed with a full head of hair This is the time a soul cries It calls out to the world Trying to break free from the body Reaching out, it signals to people The blue lining between spirit and body Glows with potential and excitement Blood rushes through tunnels of arteries And that boundary is finally broken The spirit takes over the body Indulged, the body sinks in the river of thought Baptized by its holy waters Spreading its word to other pregnant souls The Flow is the start of it all Whe

The Coma by Thein1, literature

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The Coma

The Coma I know you look at me as a forest, or a piece of chewing gum: sweet, nice at first, but not everlasting. I know you may glare at me in the halls like I've become a begful peasant kneeling at your feet for some spare change, rattling my tin cup filled with pity. I know you think of the past, you and I sitting together and laughing as the movie drums by with lions and bugs, as something of a flaking dream chipped off your window panes, drifting... fluttering sparrows. I know you look down on me now as a stranger. I understand. I understand that you've endured a coma. Your friends left and they left you with your hea

Search by Thein1, literature

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Search

Search I search in me words that shine like Las Vegas neon city lights hanging over prostitutes and men drowning in drunken stuper, fawning over women with plastic lips words that shed light on dark cobble street corners from old england villages, rain dazzled and grey beaten when the sun turns damp and fog nuzzles its back against chipped window panes; words that bring life to paintings Caravaggio words that resurrects hollow hearts of still figures in three point perspective; words that can stare through any soul and say "You're a twisted person in a twisted world," I don't want commensalism I want words that can infe

Wind by Thein1, literature

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Wind

(4/5/11. Sick day. 6th poem written for April) Wind You call it the Wind I call it the blade of emerald oars rowing a viking ship past trees, splitting air with its nose like an angel's sword. You say its sound is the shifting of leaves, the rustling twigs dangling on oak trees, nuts and pine cones plucked from trees, falling face first to fertile ground; I say it's the howls of arctic wolves stooping over hills of Canis Lupus Arctos rippling air across the Earth like skipping pebbles in a pond. You say it is the atmosphere shifting left and right, floating tectonic plates scathing across each other, you say that air

The Adventure of a Sea Shell by Thein1, literature

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The Adventure of a Sea Shell

The Adventure of a Sea Shell It's sound is glass like scorning daggers against sheets of torn aluminum blaring evening light in romance but why does it sound so? feet flung sand is enough but if get the right angle you can hear the crashing waves roll over the pink marble flooring, a jelly fish zap of colors and flower blooms kissing the drums of your ears; sea salt serpants tail whip the ocean through its mouth choking it on waves as it's tucked away under the dunes of a public beach before long a hermit crab tinkles by with a rusty pop can and snuggles itself in like a retracting turtle. After growing too old to bear

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Moral Murderer by Thein1, literature

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In Jeopardy of Pain by Ufalme, literature

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In Jeopardy of Pain

What is Pain. Not - Betrayal. What is Pain. Not - Loss. What is Pain. Not - Failure. What is Pain. Not - Deforestation. Wildfire. Tsunami. Earthquake. What is Pain. Not - Manslaughter. Murder. Genocide. Atomic War. Extinction. What is Pain. Not - The infection of your mind by the deceitful virus. The destruction of your ideas by the enraged berserker. The prevention of your success by the oppressive monarch. Society. What is Pain. Not - The discovery that your ideals are not shared by any others. The realization that your friendship is motivated by greed. The sadness that the love you feel is not felt towards you.

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Demon Architecture by Postmorteum, literature

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Demon Architecture

"Why didn't you say there was poison in your tea," I said as she fell so beautifully against the marble floor. "My beloved..." I presumed. With a grin of no kind, "I'll miss your sweet words, gestures and gorgeous eyes." I dropped the cup. As it shattered against the floor I arose from my seat and wrapped my arms around her. You will never be missed, because now, you are mine, f o r e v e r, and you will never leave nor run. For my love, you are mine. I wisped my hand against her lips. Cold and dead. Then I ran my fingers through her gol

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Silver Chariot by Thein1, literature

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Silver Chariot

4/4/11 (5th poem of the month) Silver Chariot I dread hearing you say "I'll miss you" I dread baring those last words like the clicking hooves of a silver chariot trotting down rain battered cobblestone, pale shattered light in puddles below, splashed in the drum beat of rain clouds and horse feet; I dread seeing the gold embroided velvet cloth slabbed over the horses' neck; the emblem of the eagle sewn silver on its side I dread seeing the cab driver's head peak from the dark inside; he opens the door for you but I tug on your shirt like a little girl; you turn to me with rain mixed tears rolling down your cheeks "I

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My nature is Space
I have little stories
written in constellations
stars that breath
in words and splatter
light over a canvas
of poetry
I have ideas that sprout
blooming like the Big Bang
yet shimmering in icy waves
almost ready to fade off into
the oblivion of the world.

Current Residence: Lexington, Kentucky
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Favourite genre of music: Indie (calm music) and some rock (Kamelot)
Favourite photographer: TJ Stanley and Julie Niklas
Favourite style of art: Any is awesome!
Operating System: Shhh... ;)
MP3 player of choice: Ipod classic
Shell of choice: A level 9 force field
Wallpaper of choice: The paper on my wall
Skin of choice: My skin!
Favourite cartoon character: Thein Mokadara, Shadow Mokadara, Ukarax, and Ukathrax
Personal Quote: A pocket watch can't tell you what the time is It can only tell you Where the time is

Favourite Visual Artist

Salvador Dali, Ghiberti, Gentelleschi, Velazques, and Hogarth

Favourite Movies

Into the Wild and Inception

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Cold play or Radical Face

Favourite Writers

Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Walt Whitman, Julie Niklas, T.S. Eliot, Tolken, Lewis

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Tools of the Trade

Pencil in hand, paper at desk, coffee stained lips, and a dim halo of light from an old lamp

Other Interests

Writing, Astronomy, Astrophysics, science in general, Art history

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Thein1

Apr 17, 2011

WHY ARE MY TOES AND FINGERS COLD?!

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I NEED A BLANKET RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

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Thein1

Apr 11, 2011

What is Time?

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I know that not many people read my journal entries, which is okay because I'm not like some kind of famous Deviant art user or anything, but I wanted to ask a question to anybody who manages to read this. This is what I think of whenever I'm slightly bored, or maybe intoxicated with lack of sleep. What is time? Maybe I sound like I'm tripping or something, just questioning everything that I know very well, but I think this question has been a question for many different people. So, do you think it's something physical or something abstract? Do you think it's even real? I'm curious as to what your opinion is, and don't be afraid to get crea

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Thein1

Apr 3, 2011

Back

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I'm back! 'nuff said. Go read what's new. I'll upload more later, because I've got quite a lot to share. OHH BTW Happy National Poetry Writing month! NOW GO WRITE POETRY!