The Materialistic Maiden

Where I sip coffee and judge everyone.

Month: May, 2014

4-10-14

Death is in my coffee,
and it tastes of a bittersweet desire.
The aroma of chaos infiltrates my solemn corner
enveloped by shadows of the morn.
Death has always been kind,
although not always voluntarily there
when needed most,
at hours when temptations arise
and the heart grows weary,
longing to feel poisonous fingers
brushing the hair from my cheek,
wipe the tear from my weak heart.

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Let us romp with the ghouls in gleeful delight,
wander among the tombstones,
galavant with the ghouls who beckon and inquire,
“Won’t you stay awhile?” 
Let us go there, you and I,
where nailess fingers grope for our souls,
where fallen markers forget their deceased–
for we soon will join them, you must know.

Nature loves to dance and sing,
and dwell among the pretty things,
to drink and dine with the fair king
of all her rolling swells.

His tender blades caress her cheek,
she turns her heart towards him to sing
and through the steady night they’ll cling
amongst the weeping bells.

The moon lays yonder amidst the tide,
the cobalt waves crash at her side;
she awaits her lover, the luminous sun,
whose flames betook her heart.

At world’s end is where they’ll meet,
each turn and kiss the other’s cheek,
and chat awhile before they’ll sleep—
their time is far too short.

The compassionate love of nature’s bliss
is often looked far over—amiss—
but where jaded minds clash with fists,
nature’s peace shall reign.

The moon and sun, the stars and sky
will upturn their matron eyes
and guide each lonely passerby
who is loveless and in pain.

The Death of a Caroline Griswold

Rufus Griswold, that jerk I mentioned a few posts back, is beginning to grow on me, which if you know me well is completely bizarre. I used to completely detest the man. Any who. Through my dear friend (whose Twitter you can find here) I was given notice of a letter that Grizzle wrote to another gentleman after his wife, Caroline, had passed away, which discusses her death. It is absolutely heartbreaking and I felt deeply compelled to share. Never have I been so moved to tears by a letter–never have I been moved by any letter, really. Anyway, here you go, I’ve posted a link to it below.

The saddest thing you will ever read. 

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