Hey Mister... Can you let an 80's Baby cry? Did you have to let her bye? Why did you? Why did you why? Such an 80's Baby cry... Sob baby... BABY Sob... Hey, Mister... Let an Eighty's Baby cry... Did you have to let her bye? -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-
Your World
Your World Your world will always be your own... Ripened fruit from the seeds that were sewn... Unapologetically your universe circles within its own galaxy... A world upon entering that had quickly taxed me... A glorious fortune of hurt encrusted within gold... A chest full of ache diamonds hardened by a heart so cold... -Madamchryzl-
Disappearing Act
My beloveds image slowly disappears each day I wake... I mourn the vision and rhythm of each breath he may take... His outline I am unable to hold... His appearance has grown less bold... He fades from my vision but not from the place where darkness beats... My four chambers is the only part that... Continue Reading →
The World That I Own
The World That I Own You float aimlessly around in my minds flesh… Just bouncing around in a world of thresh… To the left and to the right… You are there day and night… In a enticing world that I own… Your body is not yours, it is a loan… Escaping me is an impossible... 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 →
Narcoleptic Nymph-Noel
Poinsettia Narcoleptic Nymph-Noel With mistletoe on her lips, she leaned into her lover. He knew she was deadly love, wrapped in a bow. He returned her kiss and her hands grasped both arms. She loved his taste and wished it would stay forever. Instead she held his bottom lip pressed between her teeth… His holiday... Continue Reading →
Re-occuring 2.0
I like to pretend that you know... How I think of you during the days and nights to help me pass the time. I imagine that you would enjoy hugging me from behind. That you would wrap your long arms around my torso and breathe my scent slowly. Your heavy breath, O so showy. As... Continue Reading →
Flavors 2.0
I can not tell you the ways in which I would like to express my curiosities... I can not tell what your touch is like from that distance, and I would just love to closer our territories... Perhaps then... I could sense your vibrations, just maybe then I could smell your skin for the first... Continue Reading →
Tongue
Pleasant tongue... Roaming from... Soft leather... Stormy weather... Lightening creeps... Lover sleeps... -Madamchryzl-
Cajun Indians
Oil Painting By: MadamChryzl Their history barely adheres, like peeling paint... Once, a structural masterpiece that had fallen faint... Ruins of an ancient life, that once stood strong... Fallen spliters and pillars, evidence of life gone wrong... Weeks that felt like centuries, eradication far from elementary... Their souls of solitude fill an invisible cemetery... Unmarked... Continue Reading →
Foolish
Foolish What a gluttonous savage I have been... Dreaming of love and what could have been... Fantasies and fairy-tales are bound in pages fit for bookshelves... Buried in hallow graves that they dig for themselves... Thy words served cold with a shot of pain... Warth down the throat, with the wooden hint of disdain... My... Continue Reading →
Sticky Situation
Photo By: Paul Brouillette What a sticky situation we are in... You're not even my friend... A thought... A tingle... You're not even single... You are a glimpse... A minx... You bit off my cuff links... What a situation we have created... The adhesion gets better with each moment of lacking sophistication... The sweetness is... Continue Reading →
Protected: Age Difference
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Imagery
I just want to enlighten you in ways, in which you would like... But those things are, apologetically, forbidden. I like to imagine that your smell is like leather, cleaned and raw. Do you keep your domain dimmed to a calm perfection? Awkward silences could be quite alluring if you are present. Your confidence makes... Continue Reading →
Demon Cake
Photo By: MadamChryzl Demon Cake In a ravenous lust I search my nightmares for you... Beholden a tempestuous yet silent smile I yank you through... Disoriented and furious are all my comrades and inmates... I do not rebuke their opposition... I negate their fate... For I fix and admire their position... Some hang there... And... Continue Reading →
Possession
"She floated straightish..." Photo By: MadamChryzl Possession What a powerful hand you possess... Such an attribute, I'll confess... You took me into your hands... And performed magic over my lands... You're a magician; no, a warlock... You possess more strength than time left on your clock... Over power Me.... I am a Banshee... I am... Continue Reading →
Cautionary Disclosure…
*CAUTIONARY DISCLOSURE* Hello my readers... The fact that you have taken one second of your day to read and experience my ramblings means more to me than .... any of it will for you... I experience seasons of light and darkness... If you are prone to depression, mania, or anything that is "Trigger" oriented... I... Continue Reading →
Off To The Side
Off To The Side I have allowed myself to grow rather sick... My stomach never settles and the air is always thick... My palette only craves wine and spirits... The darkness is comfort and the light fears it... I search for nothing all day and night... Nothing holds any fright... Everything is dizzy and misshapen...... Continue Reading →
No Light Tonight…
No Light Tonight The night will never fright... For I am a dark sight! Scream! Just right! No! Not too tight! Brace yourself, find your might! In this space the fear sits just right! Render yourself lucky, tonight is your night... Madamchryzl
STAR LIE TUH…
STAR LIE TUH... OIL Art By: MadamChryzl... (Knife along the stars) My Star My Lie tight... My Lie I tell tonight... Bring me a delightful freight... Bring me a taste that I desire upon sight... You are wrong and I am right... And you deplete me of all of my might... Color me blue... Please,... Continue Reading →
Derivatives Photo By: MadamChryzl Sensation exists because of deprivation... Boundaries are given on basis of stipulation... Longing develops when one stands in the right place... Agony will never depart with out a trace... Scars can be beautiful and not all leave a mark... Discomfort has its place the boundaries need not be stark. Voids exist... Continue Reading →
My Mawmaw... (arguably one of the most kick ass Southern women till the day she passed) would say: "Baby girl, fix ya problems... Ain't NO ONE else gunna do it forya. Life is hard and it won't get any easier... So get use to it, sha." Miss you Mawmaw... I miss you lots... MadamChryzl-
A Conversation With Lilly Photo By: MadamChryzl I picked a flower for you... Upon delivery you were not there... I searched high... And got low... Not a trace of you was anywhere... I rested the lilly down and laid down beside her... She asked what she was here for and what was her purpose... I... Continue Reading →
Sleepy Friend
Last night you were not with me... Where did you go? Did you stay in bed, did you wake up to see? That you were with her and not Me? We never even had a chance, never was there any room for a romance... My hearts keeper does his job well, but my lips shall... Continue Reading →
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 