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Unknown Territory by petit-chou-fleur, literature

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Unknown Territory

The world span faster for a while, Whirled round in pallid circles Of white damask. Soothed out the rough edges of obscurity Into circular adventure. Child-like adventure. Carefree and all-consuming. The peeling back of masking leaves Across the stretching woodland path: There was a green sheen across sight, Nothing rose-coloured or scarily clichéd; A natural sense shrouded in questions, Acceptance and endless contemplation. The disarray of thoughts Is a monolith to grapple with; Neverending, irrational and fearful. But the cloth fitted so tightly, so snugly To a planed and soft skin, That each twitch and tense of a mu

An Overt Literary Human by petit-chou-fleur, literature

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An Overt Literary Human

Over. Overt. Overtones. The jumble of letters Came suddenly From a mindset Of rigidity. I was never set on Rhyme and Syllabic sequences, Too square. There were quests For more circular edges, Greater freedom; A chance to breathe. But look where it got us... Back to the overtly human, Pushing the boundaries Until letters are no more A sequence, But a tool. Something to live for, Something to be ruled by, Something... To Hold On To. Capitalise, Minimalise, Categorise, Monopolise, We are all subordinate To Words: As they flash in our minds, Bombard our sights, Infiltrate eardrums. Under siege. As they find a n

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Watching The World Go By by petit-chou-fleur, literature

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Watching The World Go By

Mumured seconds pass by In a haze of daydreaming, Routine, and monotony. The soft winds Aren't so significant Amidst the pounding buzz Of the flailing world. The ceiling doesn't seem so white. The features not quite as clear Without such blind bustling So... A snap A flash in the pan And suddenly gravity's acting upwards Sucking everything into a Whirling Vortex Of fear And strange unknown faces That once lived in dreams... It's cold out here But my muscles twitch And a smile spreads softly, Bravely clinging onto The moments I can lay And watch the world go by

M for mistake by petit-chou-fleur, literature

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M for mistake

Shadows pass On a straight line path To leave kisses On neck, arms and lips Skin touches And the world spins Intoxicated Unleashes free will The eerie black opening Led thoughts to evil A masked shying face Angled, poised, free to kill The lure of lust And its lingering impulse Drove home in the rain, Weather clouds chased it away An interrupted ripple Delayed for a moment As the brain waves crackled: I tear open the book I've so longed to read Light-hearted, almost funny Though uncompassionate What was the excuse this time? Rape? In the mirage of faces One thing was Distinctly clear The omnipresence... It's a mou

The Calm After The Storm by petit-chou-fleur, literature

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The Calm After The Storm

There was a cruel silence In the way the wind blew The ghosts of yesterday The hopes for tomorrow Everything in unknown In the echoing vacuum Not sure how to survive Not sure how to live The sounds of a bullet Resounds in the air And the smell of fear Still tantalises nostrils But the post-apocalyptic Sun shines on In the pale blue sky Of tolerance No white dove flew by Just a breath of oxygen On the air A chance to breathe again

Time Devours by petit-chou-fleur, literature

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Time Devours

Slipping away Into sullen hands, Dirtied, shrivelled, Depersonified. There was a smile, Or a flicker, A look at least of joy. A warm embrace. A single tear, Licking skin. A dark room filled with people, A miasma of voices Merged to one pounding melody, You dance. Feel the emotion in each of your limbs, Watch eyes blink in exultation. Then touch, threaten. Tearful girls amidst Violence, drunkenness, Stupidity. It's spoiled, tainted, rejected. Falling through precipices Waiting for the end To come crashing upward, The beat of a heart Backing a train of thought. The intake of breath, Secondary, To emotion. Touch my

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Remembrance... by petit-chou-fleur, literature

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Remembrance...

Recounting memories, wonders and thoughts, Recoiling into a past that twists endlessly, As I walk a path shrouded with doubt. Threads twist, Some refuse to intertwine. A lost mind, filled with black hope. A wild dream. A quick passing dilemma. A topic. A subject discussed, yet unspoken. Existence... Time delays reaction. Jealousy clouds judgement. A rolling supply of injected thoughts, stranded yet salvaged, Amidst ruins that rebuild. Appearance...

Discovering... by petit-chou-fleur, literature

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Discovering...

Gifts from a god Untouched by the living, felt by the dead Muffled by secrecy An unknown plea, from darkened beginnings Imagining an end, a stop Then discovering infinity Nothing remains certain, save your fate. Searching for answers that don't exist in reality But continure through plains of alternate creations Artistic apparitions fill thought mind and soul But cannot be felt until time renews... Inexplicable and extraordinary Meaningless normality Comparison of the mind Each thing is unique, relationships cease to appear. Authors are thinkers, Who manifest their thoughts through imaginative plots Language is a setback Whi

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Mine by Gatriel, literature

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Mine

I've seen children fall. Deaf Stop. Freeze then falter I've felt birds drop from the sky. Wing's too tired, too worn. Mute Their last song But I still long to dream... I've heard mothers gag on their tears. Blind As I turned my head away. I still remember the tear and crackle of each and every treasured page As the house burnt down, tumbling. Shattering Every tear... every dream... Each lonely nights spent looking at the moon. Each ticking second wading in the warm streams. Skinned knees Each and Every last dance and cherished Whisper... And I ask... Where's my cold nights? MY tears. MY hopes, MY dreams? When's MY time?

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Haunted by petit-chou-fleur, literature

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Haunted

Left Vulnerable. Like I always was, Only this time with Vultures circling To take a bite of me From my ironically Deep grave. Everyone wants a piece. Not least the worker ants Who lost their Queen, End of the gene pool, We snatched their only one. You only live once. But die a million deaths, One life, one sentence. Well I lost that one chance, No use shifting the blame On demons. That Demon. I'll feed your chocolate addiction With a trip to the supermarket So you regurgitate the acid And scorch my skin. Make me feel. Impale me like a Christingle with Ten-fold sharp cocktail sticks. I am the cheese and pineapple Tha

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Artist // Literature

United Kingdom
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: A little place I like to call home
Favourite genre of music: Little bit of most things - depends on my mood
Favourite photographer: I have several favourites on dA
Favourite style of art: Fractal Art
MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen Micro (it's so cute)
Personal Quote: 'Nothing but the beat of a wing against the weight of time' - Sebastian Faulks

Favourite Visual Artist

Anyone with talent and originality

Favourite Movies

Lord Of the Rings, Saw, Mean Girls etc

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

MUSE

Favourite Writers

Someone who can really make you think

Tools of the Trade

My head... isn't that where art is supposed to come from?

Other Interests

Literature and music mainly

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petit-chou-fleur

Feb 7, 2009

Absence

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I haven't written poetry in so long I almost feel like it's escaped me, I've lost the knack, not the inspiration, maybe just the time to convert my thoughts into something so aesthetically cryptic. But coming on here again after so long makes me so sad that my degree seems to have consumed my life. I miss writing. Maybe some day I'll get back to it. :

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petit-chou-fleur

Jun 19, 2007

MUSE

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I cannot believe how fucking awesome they were... seriously, there is no word on earth to describe it. The whole of Saturday passed by in a sort of daze - while they were playing it didn't even feel like I was there! We got there like 5 hours before the gates opened... so we had a veeery long wait. We even resorted to picking indivdual sesame seeds off hot dogs just to pass the time... now that is extreme! When we finally got inside, we were right at the front of the Golden Circles, we only had a few lines of people to the front and to the side - which was immense considering there was about 80,000 or so people there! As the tension and exc

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petit-chou-fleur

Apr 19, 2007

I am a ghost

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Sorry guys I am a ghost of deviant art... And I will post a poem right now if I can summon the energy to go upstairs and get it... right I'm going... oh the effort lol. Well things have been hectic a bit recently, I spent the easter holidays sleeping... what's wrong with not seeing the hours before 12 each day... I have to say getting up at 7 for school is wrong - and bring on study leave! I can officially say I'm sick of A Levels now, its got to the point where I can't be bothered to start trying to get to the root of what I'm doing, they are just damn hard! It'll all be ok though, my english language investigation is thank god finally ov

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Hm.

Rarrrr.

Helloooooooo.

I was looking through some old journal entries, and realised it's been AGES since I last spoke to you.

How're things!

petit-chou-fleur

Jan 30, 2008

Heeeey! My god it has. It's so weird, I haven't been on here for ages and it feels kinda sad when I do that it seems to have lost all its fun for me! Looks like you're still going good and strong, glad to see it! Things are great thanks! At York uni, what about you, what you upto??

Nice to hear from you

blunaowl

Feb 18, 2008

I'm up to my eyes in it, which is why it's taken ages to reply to this.

Sorry.

Work's been a pain recently, coming up to stocktake and whatnot. S'not been much fun. But it should calm down soon. Should be able to focus on emoting a lil' more.

How's things been in the time it's taken me to get back to you?

Pallala

Jul 11, 2007

Thanks for faving my art ....

petit-chou-fleur

Jul 14, 2007

It fully deserved it