#faudet

[moonlightpersephone]

Good night. May you fall asleep in the arms of a dream, so beautiful, you'll cry when you awake.

Michael Faudet

[whtarewesmkinganywy]

We Didn't Fall In Love ~ Michael Faudet

[her-wanderingsoul]

She was the kind of girl

Who loved to stretch out under the sheets,

eating chocolate

reading books

and fucking on rainy afternoons

@michaelfaudetpoems

[themadworldofwatson]

She was a curious girl, a wander, who spent her summers chasing fluttering pieces of prose and eating strawberries.

Strawberries, Michael Fauder

[d3vils-daughter]

Dirty Pretty Things Review

‘Dirty Pretty Things’ is a book written by Michael Faudet in the style of a poetry anthology, published in 2016. Throughout the book, each poem explores the rawness and realities of intimate moments through youthful years. Originally written for his wife Lang Leav, both have shared moments in writing pieces inspired by each other throughout the whole text. There have been times when I go back and forth from Faudet’s poetry some days, because each lyrical minute in writing gives me food for thought that day. I love the way it can give me different perspectives from a different gender’s point of view on a woman that he shares plenty of devoted hours, months and years to. The line that makes me feel most relatable to Faudet, is his dedication page ‘I write because you exist’. A lot of the time, I also find myself writing small messages to people I love; and I think I found my ‘Lang’.

I think my favourite poem to read from the collection, is ‘Words’. To me, the lines ‘The words you say… reminds me not, of words I’ve known, when flowers grew/ where weeds have grown’. It’s taken me a long time until know to know my worth in the words that I’m reminded of every day but someone I hold very dear. I’d been in such a dark place for a long time, that I though my heart was like a barren wasteland; but he has sown the flowers that now grow.

[jessasue]

Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue.

Lang Leav; The Universe of Love. “First Snow”

[venusismymuse-blog]

Lust is a lovely word and makes love so much more interesting

Micheal Faudet

[kealac-21-blog-blog]

“I believe in you,” words that water flowers.

-Michael Faudet