Tortured Heart by Rimbaud

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by aki, Mar 14, 2008.

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  1. aki

    aki Well-Known Member

    This is one of my favourite poems. It's by the french writer Arthur Rimbaud, written when he was 16 or 17 years old. Whenever I'm feeling down or alone I always say it to myself and it kind of makes me feel less alone.

    Tortured Heart

    My pooped heart oozes
    'Baccy juices
    Sad pooped heart.
    Yelled abuse
    And soupy juices
    Smear my sad heart.

    Privates parade
    Their evening
    Painting degrades.
    Magical waves
    Lift up and save
    My tainted heart.

    Quid-spitting done
    How to go on
    Poor swallowed heart
    Their booze and smut
    My knotted gut
    My cheated heart?
     
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    :eek:hmy: that's very expressive. I can relate to a lot of it.
     
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