Neatly written and fatal

Your notes hold more than I can

Words cut autopsies

First, pallor mortis

Pale blue skin, blue lips, blue days

Contagious cobalts

Then, algor mortis

Your coldness then had scared me

Now, frigid’s final

Last, rigor mortis

Could one heart still another

You‘ve laid mass worlds stiff

Just a funeral

Life’s library stuffed in wood

Cold skies, stiff and blue

lugged across the windowsills of change

same spot, sweeping seasons, slipping me strange

gripping grass tufts till my fingers become dirt and hinge

i'll watch yellow weeds turn violet in rainy mid july

i'll watch the sky swim from navy to goldfish orange

i'll watch the ripples run and die

yet you'll watch me olden and whoop and weep

finding my ever-flitting keep

let me breathe here eternal, to try

and watch time laugh loud, as it strides by

You've got devilishly awesome taste in music. In fact, it's really crossing a border; hell's border. Satan is supposed to take you into his humble abode and warm embrace, but the waiting room down there is a little full so he decides to offer you a too-good deal with the prize being a ticket straight to heaven. What horrible nail-scratchingly devious song would play in Hell's waiting room to really set the mood? You've got to really deserve the ticket- everyone has got to be writhing in agony.

cattails gossip 'round the lusty pond

red-winged blackbirds grasp

their curving claws into the tall grasses

the greens bow their tips into the dank soil

sinking and warping

struggling for summer sky

wings flutter blade to blade

searching

all i do is watch

and breathe it in

that stinking desperation

and an echo in their eyes

earth, do you hold me?

or am i sinking obliviously

on writhing lifelines

hounding flies and

seeking footing in these towering eaves

the weight of me is murderous

the size of me is piddling

wings flutter blade to blade

breathe it in.

flying on slick pavement

hair stripping glee

the winds roar and repent

sunny epilepsy

rocky rumbling descent

fuck it, I'm free

The heat of summer days dies fast

Dew lingers here as sticky sweat

I watch the little boats sail past

The saccharine heat suffocates

Ravens haste by the prided sun

The heat of summer days dies fast

The frigid rain crashes and runs

Why didn’t I see the storms brew

My hands don't hold me as yours cast

The rain is choking down my throat

The heat of summer days dies fast

I miss the warmth of smiles now lost

There are new hues the rains revealed

I’ve learned to breathe without heats breath

The sweet smell of fresh pavement pealed

The heat of summer days dies fast

Wandering the breezes

Lost in the cerulean

Blonde hair bed head sleaze

Sunbeam's spit spattered on green

I spill secrets with the wind

And swim with the tall grasses

Sleeping where life is skinned

Through the cracks and the brasses

Yellow tainted hands

Hand me to mother

Tooth-gap smiles and

a bouquet- make another

Blow me

Braid me

Brew me

Kill me

Now you grow to call me "weed"

A salute of the slums

Wild thug of the treed

A white picket criminal glum

I am the garden's villain

The sunny overkill

Living is my sin

Trespasser on the hill

Am I not enough

When did I become but a seed

You mow me out like scruff

I pray ask, do I not bleed

My white tears spill up to the blue

A forgotten flower by you

I'm an absolute music addict so there's no way I can have a singular favourite. Instead, I decided to choose a song from my fav album + singer!!

Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5xcnjAG8pE

Lyrics:

[Intro]

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

[Verse 1]

They say I'm too young to love you

I don't know what I need

They think I don't understand

The freedom land of the seventies

I think I'm too cool to know ya

You say I'm like the ice, I freeze

I'm churning out novels like

Beat poetry on amphetamines

[Pre-Chorus]

I say

I say

[Chorus]

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Post-Chorus]

Da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-ya-da

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da

[Verse 2]

They say I'm too young to love you

They say I'm too dumb to sing

They judge me like a picture book

By the colors, like they forgot to read

I think we're like fire and water

I think we're like the wind and sea

You're burning up, I'm cooling down

You're up, I'm down

You're blind, I see

[Pre-Chorus]

But I'm free, ooh

I'm free

[Chorus]

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Bridge]

I'm talking 'bout my generation

I'm talking 'bout my newer nation

And if you don't like it, you can beat it

Beat it, baby

You never liked the way I said it

If you don't get it, then forget

'Cause I don't have to fucking explain it

[Chorus]

And my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get high on hydroponic weed

And my jazz collection's rare

I get down to Beat poetry

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Post-Chorus]

Pa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da

Te-de-de, da-da-ah

Ooh, oh, woah-ah

[Chorus]

Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool

But he's not as cool as me

'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Outro]

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da, baby

Ah-ta-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, baby

Pa-da-da-da-da-da

Pa-pa-da-pa-da, yeah

Yeah, yeah

My spotify account:

https://open.spotify.com/user/xu99nvqhuzyh5dfd2ztrdvrei?si=41d44ae4a35f4001

the sun drowns into the horizon

I watch it bleed blood-orange

greedy and gripping to the day

against the gravity of celestial porridge

and banal boundless black

the sky weighs a blanket of stones

it's bruising into rotting blues

yet there is art in the aches

awe in the golden hour views

and ataraxia in the two-past-nines

we marvel at this

beguiling beauty

of bittersweet death