Charles Baudelaire, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire
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Charles Baudelaire, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire
Calamity
sorrow made you
on a full moon
any bloodshed
would bleed for two
any curse would
find itself without use
a night, ablaze
but the sky without
a hue,
sorrow made you
within the tomb
built treacherous
and cruel
to keep others away
from a destiny
you neither
believed in or knew
i am only mortal
made of flesh and bone
but my prescence is still felt
long after I am gone
these words are just ink on paper
made into metaphors and verbs
but they carry the weight of flesh,
felt, rather than heard
the day is to night
as light is to dark,
a breath of life into the blue sky
and the soft kiss as death's lips part
i am only mortal
my bones used to etch my story in stone
the blood in my veins has long since
dried away,
but my soul still remains
alongside the light that guides us home
my words bleed from the paper,
like marrow through bone
life amongst the pages
bind along the spine,
polish the cover,
breathe life into it's soul
Chateau/Shatter!****
been playing with
dead roses and
broken hooves,
mixed the tar with
deer, lavender
and mugworm
roots,
seen auburn
turn mortar,
turn crimson
and soon
there will bear
a thread that only
knows truth
spade
'the sea is what you see in me'
Doodle 30
Somber sea
Dim lights
Casual catastrophe
Natural remedies
And
Sober me
Anything to rhyme
Every line
With the small ounce [of]
dependency
lace it with promethazine
burn it under evergreens
and let me dream
for a few more centuries
Casual and extreme
I lost myself in the forrest
Hoping you’d find me
doodle 33
Twist and fall
Turning
Like pretty windmills
of autumn,
burgundy and gold
tumbling below
I’m rich in what matters
I’m more than sunrises and sunsets; I’m the horizon resting upon your lips, awaiting for my edges to elevate.
and I am only
edges,
sharp and
benign
Every sunrise
there’s a harvest to reap
the race of men
to meet
souls
to gleen
And sunset
we mustn’t forget
surrenders you
to the endless
Horizon
peaks and depths
you have yet
to brave
A girl lost her head ‘neath the old apple tree. ‘Nothing’s working’, she said, ‘please, set me free.’
A doll whose lost her mind
‘Give it time’, they said
'It’ll come back to you’
But who wants a plastic heart,
silicon skin, a few extra parts
She turns, unabashed and says
'Things are fine the way they are’
Whats the difference between pleasure
And the sudden absence of your pain
Though by gallons and inches we measure
How easy to forget the impact of the rain
They pray yes but, i remember
The day god answers is the last ever
What is the difference between,
pain and pleasure
There’s no use in using
the weather to measure
a doomed love, written
with words so devilishly clever
If only your heart was as
light as that feather
we could measure forever
instead of yesterday’s together
Snow Angel
Rather,
temporary angel
graceful and yet
fragile,
scattered like ash
across wind and gravel
countless of
careless droplets,
frozen feathers
sprinkled
on the ground
pale beauty
and
nature’s cruelty
as she
melts
somber and
without a sound
scar
doodle 73
hoarse, hearse
sputtering through
a slur of chokes and
curses
tongue of dead,
flicking over words
in favor of grunts
crawling through
the living
to find a home
for the decayed
amongst stone
and dirt
death's chaperone,
the only way to ferry
a soul, when death's
just the beginning
and life has been
one long road
dye it crimson
dye it gold
but the only sound
is that
old engine's groan
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