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Mademoiselle Raconteuse Dec 10
Garden of Violets
I want to lay my head
On a woman's warm lap—
To feel her soft lips
Against my chapped own.
The pink and purple sky
Glowing against her hair
In a garden full of violets
I'll wander with her someday...
I know I haven't posted in a while and oh also I dont know if I'll continue my series
#gay
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Mademoiselle Raconteuse Sep 24
5- It's a Small Town Where We Live
I'd pass by you every day
I'd see you everywhere, too
That's just what happens
It's a small town where we live.

I'd see you at the café
Where we used to have dates.
I'd see you at the library
Where our favorite books are kept
for it's a small town where we live.

I'd see you in front of
The school where you used to teach
with a smile on your face
as you watched the children play
'til you glance at my face
It's a small town where we live.

News spreads rapidly
when you live in such a place.
I dropped everything when I heard your name
In the mouth of your student's mothers
"She had a heart attack..." they muttered.
"In front of the children, too."

I knew the way to the hospital,
For it's a small town where we live.
The fifth of my series, "The Heartaches". Even more emotional than the others- but this is just the beginning of it all...
#heart #attack
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Mademoiselle Raconteuse Sep 24
4- The Fall of the Fallout
Here was the day
When you slapped me
Across the face.
I was being stubborn again.
Maybe you've had enough
Of my idiocy?

It wasn't your fault
That you got mad at me.
Though I still feel it-
The sting on my cheek
And the redness of it;
But I felt the pain in your heart more.

You took your coat
And went away;
I was left inside
The coldness of my house—
It wasn't a home anymore,
Now that you're moving back to your own.

This has been the worst
of all our recent fights
I know that you won't ever
Come back to me now.
Not ever.
Never.
The fourth of the series "The Heartaches". I know, I said it'll only be from 1-3, but who cares
#fall #autumn #fallout
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Mademoiselle Raconteuse Sep 24
3- What Have I done?
My dear,
What have I done?
After a year of
everything we've been through
I've grown so cold and so depressed.
Yet you were still there.

You come home for me.
After a tiring day
of teaching stubborn children;
To come to me,
Who is even more stubborn
Than they are.

"You're not any of those things!"
Or, "Don't say that to yourself!"
I never listened.
"Please don't say that
Just to be nice to me."
I constantly replied.

O, what have I done?
I felt you crying
yourself to sleep
Just right beside me.
Did you still love me,
Or did you only feel pity?

I'm stubborn,
And I lacked trust
Yet you insulted those people
Who made me lose it.
You're way too good to me.
I didn't deserve you, kind dear,
And you didn't deserve an idiot like me.
What have I done, my dearest
To make you cry this way?
The third of my series "The Heartaches"...

...Tell me, why are the third ones of a series always the ones that turn dark?
#trust #cold #depressed
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Mademoiselle Raconteuse Sep 24
2- Bittersweet
I was unlovable,
I know.
But she's the only one
Who proved me wrong

"Ma chérie," she called me.
"You are the sweetest thing!"
"You must be kidding," I said
"I am as bitter as a chord."

"Or bittersweet, perhaps."
Goodness,
How she saw good in everyone,
Even me.

I was beautiful,
I was wonderful,
At least I was in her eyes.
To her, I seemed like the best thing in her life.

But it wasn't true,
I'm useless, and I regret it.
How come she's in my life,
When I don't deserve it?
"Maybe it's a trick," I thought.
"Something fate may have against me?"
The second of my series, "The Heartaches". Don't mind the fact that the 1st-3rd poems are posted on the same day- these poems have been laying around in my notes app since September 7
#bitter #sweet
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Mademoiselle Raconteuse Sep 24
1- An Ode to Me and Her
As I took away her loneliness
She took my breath away.
How sweet was her kindness,
O, with her I want to stay.

As we ran in the fields,
And dance in the summer rain,
And wander around gardens
Without refrain.

We made a promise
Our little fingers entwined
"We shall never betray eachother
We won't leave eachother behind."

She was kind and sweet,
In the autumn her job was to teach
And I am not but a poet
Hopelessly in love with her.

But she adored me so much
She gave me flowers and such
And I want to be with her forever
Forever and ever...
The first poem in my collection "The Heartaches"; a series of fictional narrative poetry about a depressed poet and their lover.
#promise
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Mademoiselle Raconteuse Sep 21
The Tale of The High Tides
The Moon was a milky white
So round and so bright.
The Sea was serene tonight,
calmly glimmering in the moonlight.
Higher became the tide
as she found her feelings hard to fight.
The Moon only smiled
a warm, comforted smile.

"My dear," said The Sea,
"How thou gloweth so bright!
Thou art even brighter
than the stars in the sky!
O, what a beautiful sight..."
"Thou sayeth that every night"
The Moon replied
with a delighted sigh.

"But o, how I love
whenever we reunite!
Every word we exchange
is full of delight..."
The Moon remarked
As The Sea replied:
"And 'tis for those things
that makes me come here every night."

The Sun will soon rise,
Ere the tide will be too high;
"I must go," said The Moon.
"My sister shall take o'er the sky."
The Sea almost wept
but she gave her a sigh.
"All right then, my Moon,
I shall see thee next night."
This is for a project in my English class, and I decided to savor it here. Don't mind the Elizabethan English, I just... like it, okay?
#sapphic #moon #sea
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