Nefarious Nymph II

An anguish of a different kind...A new torture as old as time...You have become a Favorite strap of mine...Created perfectly for blistery hind...-Madamchryzl- This poem will be reposted with a password due to the "X Rated" charcoal drawing By John Teal - The password is "Nymph" 😉 🖤

Pray For Me

Pray For Me PerhapsIf deathFinds me beforeYou you recollect lovePray Pray for youPray that my ghost never finds youMay she not long to hold you The way I do with each heartbeat...Give thanks...Be thankful my prayers remain Unheard, less you would be strungup tightly, by your feet...-Madamchryzl-

I Like It

I Like It I.. I like ...I like it...I like the way...I like the way you and...I like the way you and me...I like the way you and...I like the way you...I like the way...I like it...I like...US...-Madamchryzl-

Gratification

Gratification For quite some time now, I've suspected the universe is a masochist at her core...She created and showed me the only temptation I will forever battle...I am no masochist, but your memory is a torture that I delight over... Over and over again...-Madamchryzl-

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 →

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 →

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 →

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-

Months

All of my hours are absent of you... Oh, how clock cries blue... The earth spins, despite my cries... Night passed with no guise... Nights and days are void of pleasure... Agony is the only applicable measure... -Madamchryzl-

All I Have

All I Have All I have... Is your photograph... Crumpled beneath pillow... You listen to the sounds of a willow... All I have... Is your photograph... Still, yet remains a beat... Within my black walls of deceit... -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 →

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 →

Narcoleptic Nuance

Your presence has never subsided... I declare; still I am not undecided... I end this year, trembling as it began... With breaking agony, hard to withstand... I hold the the title of your uninvited... My age has doubled, my mind divided... Cynical had no place, thinking for me... I surrendered and I became un-free... -Madamchryzl-

It Would Be You.

It Would Be You If there would be somebody, it would be you... Oh, so, tragic you... But, tragic me... Blind eyes see... What I cannot... Through trembling thought... Contradiction paces a beat... Neither can defeat... Solemn is my swallowed heart... Gazed upon torn apart... -Madamchryzl-

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