poe photography

Poe junkie

The cold of London is forgotten in the glow of a lighter,
It is all you do to kill the grey,
Numb at the tips and you flick it right up,
And a dead man they say,
as you get High another day,
Just a drag to a smile, its chocolate.

Just a dab you use it,
Get high to get calm,
Paranoia but you do it,
Sweet lies its all like chocolate

You and your friends call it chocolate,
The lyrics of the song called it fate,
Roll up and strum the strings, chocolate to forget,
Dead inside and sad soaked futile hate,
You bite her lips, taste like wine and chocolate,
You call it chocolate, just a lie; you dead?

Your lungs they take it in like a friend,
Your heart breaks again, remember why you like it?
She broke your heart so you broke your head,
Bent with drags of chocolate, loved her but she didn’t know,
Bite your lips, light it up and inhale your fate

Inspired by the 1975 chocolate and my own addiction and self destruction

Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

- Edgar Allen Poe


Poe house at Christmas by epicjeff
Via Flickr:
Photo take with Camera 360 app on an iPhone using a tool that isolates a color (red in those case) and makes everything else greyscale. I also did some additional editing with the Camera+ app for clarity.


true morals by lexi c. brown
Via Flickr:
This photo is based off Edgar Allan Poe’s short story The Cask of Amontillado. The antagonist, Montressor, deceives the protagonist into going into the catacombs under his house. He told the protagonist that there was a cask of a precious wine called Amontillado at the end of the tunnels. He leads the protagonist through this underground maze, while continuously drugging him. He then leaves him encased in a stone cocoon to die, while he makes it out safely. The model in the photo represents Montressor. The black mask and dress represent his true morals of revenge, but the white cape represents the disguise he wore to trick his victim.