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The Flowers of Evil, Charles Baudelaire

This is the post excerpt.

 

Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères  

Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison,

Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,

Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires.

Amis de la science et de la volupté

Ils cherchent le silence et l’horreur des ténèbres;

L’Érèbe les eût pris pour ses coursiers funèbres,

S’ils pouvaient au servage incliner leur fierté.

Ils prennent en songeant les nobles attitudes

Des grands sphinx allongés au fond des solitudes,

Qui semblent s’endormir dans un rêve sans fin;

Leurs reins féconds sont pleins d’étincelles magiques,

Et des parcelles d’or, ainsi qu’un sable fin,

Étoilent vaguement leurs prunelles mystiques.

The worn servants and slaves stare

Enslavement and enchainment all lure us in

The chaotic present is dull, originate from the madness

Quick to come, exit some, free to commit to sadness
Among the science of vulgarity

The merchants of the silence, of the horrors that tempt us

Let us read in the prison of our courtesies fulfillment

This is our potent serving of light that lines the fire
It’s prevalent from our soul and noble attitudes

Our grand spirit longs for the solitude

Quiet resemblance of dormant ideas to evolve and transfix
Let time rain down in seconds, don’t plead for an indefinite immortality

Let the pieces arise from stability and freedom

Entoil vague longing in peaceful mystery

A Blue Rock (Show and Tell)

I found it in a sleepy town, by a park in Wyoming. Far away from any hospitals or cities or big trucks. Just a tiny downtown with a few shops, and right outside the town was another store; filled with nothing but a wide array of rocks. It seems strange, but nobody there seemed to think twice about it. In fact, I often find that they have really cool items at shops in the middle of nowhere. I searched for a long time, rocks are my weakness when it comes to finding pretty things. Flowers are more beautiful, but they die very quickly. Rocks stay beautiful forever though.

I found it finally, a half polished, light blue rock that was prettier then I ever imagined a rock could be. I bought it right away, and I consider it to be good luck. It forever reminds me of the beauty of the wilderness of Wyoming. The insane amount of longing that I have to go back to such a place. Animals run wild and the wildflowers in Michigan are no match to the ones from Wyoming. The clearest fresh water that looks akin to a portal somewhere special. Vaulting mountains and sunsets line the horizon. A place where silence is not shattered and peace is found in every crack of this beautiful existence. I hope I never forget how good it feels to be somewhere that opens my eyes to the wonderful things I am missing.

One man Falls

One man falls through the ice just as well as ten

One noise shatters silence just as well as one million

When thrown small stones still send ripples to the shore

The greedy man wants the thing he has just as well as one more

A tiny spark can still burn a forest down

No matter the distance, you are lost until you’re found

In reality though no war is absolute, no anger or sadness, or love is undeniably the truth.

Mirror

A mirror in my absent future

Sweet blue sky dreams in the deep night of stars

Excellence is kind and success is tolerant

Help lead the strong, the fearless

Experience is a contest

Art is a service

My future is free, I stand alone

A wasted day ensures that time will exit

Imagination is a gift with no reason

Pick your fire, reach for the sun

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Summer

The days were getting long

Nearing the end of spring

Crickets sung a midnight song

 

And the children dared to dream

Our imagination brought us hours

Filled with endless fantasy

 

Castles grew on forgotten hills

Our smiles lasted for hours

While watching stars on window sills

 

Princesses called from tall towers

Nothing this great is pretend

Like pretty fields of wildflowers

 

Even when the summer ends

I will still remember the stories

No matter how long it has been

 

 

 

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A Note (short story)

I rolled my eyes as I stared at the scene unfolding in front of me. The cashier leaned with one arm braced against the counter as he shamelessly flirted with a girl on the other side. She twirled her hair around her finger and laughed loudly whenever the cashier tried his hand at humor. Are you serious? I can’t go anywhere without wanting to throw up? The high pitched ring of a bell whispered through the air as a man walked into the store. He wore a hooded sweater in a darker navy color. His worn down tennis shoes made small squeaking noises as the man proceeded to walk through the isles. I turned my head, hoping to find something interesting on the shelf to the right of me. My eyes glanced over empty glass bottles and intricately painted plates sitting perfectly in their places. Wisps of my long, blonde hair fell into my face and I was constantly pushing them back behind my ears. My jeans and sweatshirt seemed to make me stand out due to the warm weather that had been going on for a few months now. Still, I preferred my comfy jeans over small shorts, and my bulky sweatshirt over a crop top. The store was small and almost empty, even with the lovely weather to attract people towards the downtown area. Of course, there aren’t a lot of people who go shopping during the week. My eyes scanned the shelves, looking for something worth stealing. Nothing seemed to be important enough to take, so I kept looking. Eventually I needed to use the bathroom as I walked up to the front of the store.

“Excuse me? I would like to know where the bathroom is please.” I directed my voice at the man behind the counter. After a few seconds he paused his flirting to give me a glare and point his finger at the back of the store. “Thanks.” I mumbled under my breath, trying my best to hold back a sarcastic tone. It didn’t work. After using the bathroom I was ready to leave the store when the glint of glass caught my eye. A blue mason jar stood, dusty and old, on a shelf in the corner. I strode over to the shelf and swept my finger against the jar, removing a trail of dust. Obviously not used. Obviously not needed. I contemplated my idea quickly before I put my back to the counter and slipped the jar into my bulky, gray sweater. Shoving my hands in my pockets I walked out of the open door.

The day was hot as I exited the store and made my way onto the sidewalk. My hands held onto the jar from inside my pockets and I’m sure I looked strange walking down the street. However, too many people were busy enjoying the day that none of them seemed to care about my appearance, specifically how funny I looked wearing a sweater in July. The tree branches that stood between the sidewalk and the road swayed in the gentle breeze.The air smelled like spring, fresh grass and dirt, as I continued my journey down the street. I kept pace with the crowd as I made my way further and further away from the line of stores where I had been minutes before. I crossed over railroad tracks covered in rust, no trains were in sight today. My legs pressed through a park where I could see the small children playing on the playground and running around wildly. I smiled softly to myself as I walked. After following streets and turning at random I had somehow gotten onto a dirt road that led through the woods. The trees towered above my head and I could see the blue sky between the leaves if I looked up.

I suppose this is a safe enough place to inspect my jar. I carefully extracted my jar from my sweater and started to clear the dust off of the lid and sides. My fingers were soon covered in the residue that had been on the lid. I peeked through the lid to see a small, shriveled note sitting placidly at the bottom. Snapping the lid open my fingers reached nimbly and pulled out the rolled up piece of paper. I turned the note over a few times in my hands before reading it aloud to myself and the empty forest.

“I am sorry I am not around to see you grow up. I love you Jared. ~Mom” I closed my eyes as I crushed the note in my fist, feeling the old paper cracking in my palm. I put my hand in front of me as I watched the note fly away, being carried by the wind. I didn’t watch it go and I didn’t turn my head. I kept walking down the street, my feet kicking up rocks. Sometimes it is easier not to care.

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Light and Dark

Light and Dark walk hand-in-hand across the sky.

Stepping slowly and quietly.

Shy looks are passed and whispers are heard.

They wade through rivers and climb up hills.

The weather is sometimes frightening.

The oceans are sometimes rough.

Still, their feet have never stopped.

We have never known the world without them.

They have never had the chance to speak.

Their journey is fueled by the needs of the people .

Their difficulty is set aside.

No mountain, river, rain, or snow can ever turn them away.

Dark holds up Light and Light holds up Dark.

Together, they cannot be stopped.