My Darling Dawn

My Darling Dawn By: Madamchryzl And Charles Robert Lindholm Photo By Johannes Plenio - Un-splash Myeyes longfor the sightof night slowly slippingawayAwaitingthe arrivalof the warmingrays from My DarlingDawnFingersof lighttouching my skin,my heart and mysoulAsI fallinto your embraceand bask in yourauraHowcould Inot praise eachnew morning with a kissYoubring menew love andlife, My Sweet DarlingDawnandI willlove you... Continue Reading →

Dark Hues

Dark Hues Photo By: Meg Graves I fear I will forget every word that I have ever known...I constantly cower at my Calliope's continuing fading image...Rhymes, paint, flowers, and air fade from my soul...My Muse will never know the suffocation my heart has to endure...Logic has become nonsense, and every day is a sad Sunday...My... Continue Reading →

Sans Toi

Sans Toi I rise each morning with anticipation of your arrival... Such ardor leaves poor chances of revival... Sans toi... I set each evening exhausted with grief... Along with prayers grasping to belief... Sans toi... Weakness is a trait; my heart's heart will reject... Love's pressure leaves the brightest effect... Sans toi... -Madamchryzl-

Friday Song is By: Bruce Springsteen

Friday Song - Bruce Springersonsteen... Or something like that ... I bet no one even recognizes that guys name... "ROSALITA" is the song... 🖤I BET MR. SPRINGERSONSTEEN WAS A 🐰 TOO!🖤 Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reinsYou know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's gameYou pick up little... Continue Reading →

Red Pleasure

My Madam of Red Pleasure has become less easy to please… I try to serve Her blindly; though, I am quite a tease… Newly constructed avenues to Her have been delightfully painstaking… Only the deepest of the universes are ours for the making… Her power rests on the shores of unattainable satisfaction… The reward, is... Continue Reading →

Waiting…

Why do I feel like I am waiting for you??? What makes me feel like we're not through??? Lives have been lost since your departure... Violent evidence proves the torture... Oh, Manic... Oh, Panic... You've been swell... Precious little helpers in my hell... You lied and falsified... Never allowed me to hide... Oh, false memory,... 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 →

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 →

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-

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 →

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 →

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