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-

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 →

Wondering On Land

Dear Alice,Can you please lend me your hare...My lady! The clock has spliced...The cards have miced...I only have one to share...The smoke possesses a grin That I find too much comfort in...Carry me away with jabs I can attempt to walk me...I am off with it...I have lost my head...I am off wondering...In this land...-Madamchryzl-... Continue Reading →


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

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 →

On Stolen Wings

On stolen wings the banshee sings... Bellowing vocals and haunting Kings... She falls every night... Awakened by midnight 's light... Roaming only where the darkest reside... No pink flesh, nor beating heart lives inside... Moss covered hallowed eyes... In her presence, all light dies... Resentment burns like an intestinal coal and powers her through... Harvesting... Continue Reading →

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