Nature

An uncontrollable natureis what lives...My uncontrollable natureis what gives...An unwavering natureis what gives...My Unwavering Nature is what lives...Madamchryzl

Murderous Memory

Another Tale With No Ending Penelope watched as the couple swooned over one another inside of the gondola. She admired how he had brushed her hair away from her eyes so that he may gaze deeper. Penelope sighed and envied the woman’s hand as it gripped her lover’s shoulder tightly when she leaned in to... Continue Reading →

Murderous Mommy

Another Tale With No Ending October fog was always the thickest than in the other months and Penelope loved the it. She loved the feel and the imagery of the spooky air. "Honey, can you grab my box of Halloween decorations out of storage, please?" Penelope asked as she poured two cups of coffee."It has... Continue Reading →

Murderous Morning

ANOTHER Tale With No End Breakfast was always hassle... Tristan and Chrys were always a handful.Constant conflict and commotion..."Mom! Oatmeal!" too loudly... "Mom! Grits!" far louder..."Sure, My Loves..."Penelope walked into the kitchen sluggishly.Half asleep and with one eye she reaches for her coffee tin.EMPTY! MORNING DEMANDS AND THERE IS NO COFFEE !DUMMMM DUMMM DUMMMMM....-Madamchryzl-

Murderous Bayou

A Tale With No Ending "What do you know of murder?" she asked.The lieutenant stared."What DO you know of murder?"she repeated.Lieutenant Boch realigned his posture."I know that people murder people. I know it does not always require motive and sometimes it has one." he replied. Penelope sat in her rocking chair and continued to knit... Continue Reading →

In My Head

The Skull By John TealChalk pencil on black card In My Head In my headEncompassed within boneVibrates a solemn toneBeneath this white shellLives, Oh Heaven and HellIn my headTissue of pale and pinkWith warm depths to sinkWorlds of non-existence Upon walls of resistance In my headVisions live awake and in slumberCalculations and solutions without any... Continue Reading →

Nonsensical Nomad I

I Am notHere for your Entertainment nor your complete StimulationIMay or May Not But More so EVERY singleTimeWhatA crossYou must bareTo amuse yourself withEverytimeMineIs aSingular struggle withoutA device capable ofSavingTodayOr tomorrow Yesterday yet morrowSeize all of todayNow -Madamchryzl-

Pink Spotted Hawk Moth

Pink Spotted Hawk Moth Crinum Spider Lilly πŸ’š I flutter... I fly...I reach,For dawn...Only underThe nights,New sky...-Madamchryzl- Pink Spotted Hawk Moth - Atchafaylaya Basin, Louisiana

No More Flutter

I watched a butterfly... Die today...She fell upon the dirt... In the strangest way...Her wings just stopped...She did not flutter...Nor had she flopped...She just fell onto the earth...Her life lives on... Within deaths worth...-Madamchrzyl-

Trajectory

What kept you on bottom... I reject... I'm sorry God allowed them... I object... You are a force without them... I declare .. -Madamchryzl-

Valentines Day

This story could be triggering. Valentines Day... She sat in the den thinking of everything that could have been... Should have been; and what it was in real life... Reality did not agree with the voices, and they agreed on nothing... That day she listened to her Grandfather Clock strike 12 twice... Not once had... Continue Reading →

Glutton For Punishment

When I wish to punish myself, I begin to recollect... Each, every, and all that I voted to dissect... What a pleasure this torture has been... You are a fantastical cause of a grin... I've never, cried or touched, so deeply... I've never, sinned OH so sheeply... What terrible taste... It's a shame to waste...... Continue Reading →

Loud Ghosts

The ghosts speak louder these days... Their voices help me see the ways... Beautiful light... Awesome might... Listen, now they understand love your life... They now know all of your human strife... -Madamchryzl-

5 Good Minutes

5 Good Minutes Snuggled up close, Rosie and her youngest son sank in deep beneath the fluffy, pastel down comforter. Though she was asleep, in this moment, Rosie was grateful to have dodged insomnia. DAHN! DAHN! DAHN! Rosie turns over.  Being quite used to experiencing rather vivid dreams Rosie assumed the sounds where part of... Continue Reading →

Two

Two Two voided lovers left... Leaving behind concept... Holding only their flagstsaff.... Wavering just at half mast... Two voided lovers remainders... Both remain hidden as strangers.... -Madamchryzl-

Wrong I Write

Wrong I Write Wrong and right... Weak is might... Love to fight... Up all night... Distant sight... Rigid plight... So contrite... Eager flight... Held so tight... Failed height... -Madamchryzl-

Impatient Spring

Corn Flower Photo By Madamchryzl Oh, Nefarious might... Ah, Precarious light... Merriest of the night... A swing and a sway... Oh, Spring buds pray... Please love, do stay... -Madamchryzl-

Mardi Gras Season Has Begun!

Mardi Gras Season Has Begun! I have two videos that I would like to share... This song is done in variations from town to town... Sort of like a "different tribes" sort of thing. So the transition might not be 100% but it is probably a strong 80%... lol πŸ–€ They are both the same... Continue Reading →

Naughty Narcoleptic Nymph

Grand displeasure tugs at my apron string... "Tonight, now? But I have so much to do." He stands there before me, almost 6 feet tall... His ghostly image lined within a Yellow Taped frame. Holding the shards of me together... My breathing turns heavy and I'm down on the floor... Alone in blissful agony, even... Continue Reading →

130-ish…

130-ish Your point has remained the same as day one... Your beautiful Mother raised quite a son... What terrific strength and power you hold... Oh such man! So big, burly, and bold... OH, you are just so far, tougher than I... I wonder, do those biceps allow you to cry... Through all that strength, does... Continue Reading →

Unmarked Graves

Unmarked Graves Rosedale, La Nameless Unmarked graves... Unknown names... Endless days... Death lays... -Madamchryzl- In Louisiana, this sort of gravesite can be rather common. Flooding and sinking lands continue to remove proof of lives once lived. I am not sure if that is the case for this particular site but in some cases it is.... Continue Reading →

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