June 2011
smells like teen spirit.
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Pro tip: Apparently the “Irish Goodbye” doesn’t work on Irish people, WHO KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE DOING.
“I could inform the dullest author how he might write an interesting book — let...”
– Coleridge
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
After great pain a formal feeling comes —
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions — was it He that bore?
And yesterday — or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.
This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow —
First chill,...
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“But surely does not forget (perish) / Sleep, cannot be photographed...”
– Thrice
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Giving Up Hurts The Most
Angels mourn; crying, praying for your soul. As my eyes open from their state of sleep, I feel my blood turn into a frozen river. Nightmares told me Death was in the air. My heart locked shut, and I gave you the key Promise never, never to leave! As lies hold me and this emptiness fills my broken heart. Screaming your name hoping for a response. Silence. Summer, drowned by winter! To...
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At Maxime Du Camp
from Charles Baudelaire’s “The Flowers of Evil” VIII O Death, old master, it is time! Raise the anchor! This country wearies us, O Death! Sail! If the sky and sea are black as ink, You know our hearts are filled with light! Pour us your poison to comfort us! We want this fire so burns our brain Plunge into the abyss, Heaven or Hell, whatever, ...
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