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-

Phantasm Vs Fantasy

I married a ghost and fell in love with a dream…

Maybe it is not as bad as it may seem…

My ghost only haunts 100 days out of the year…. and well my dream, he was able to disappear…

Though they both are invisible and unable to be seen… Simultaneously, they are rather mean…

My ghost can speak and my ghost can laugh… But my dream, he lit a candle onto an unknown path… MadamC

I suppose I might be in there somewhere…

Perhaps insignificant as some sort of random wild hair?

MAYBE just a thought, would you dare?

Probably not… because you are standing RIGHT THERE…

Am I truly, just so lovely and rare?

It is now obvious, I know… You no longer care…

You can stumble and stare…

ADVISORY, beware…

But I was so warm, O such a flare?

O troubling? Am I… The Snare?

“O, My Love!” I did declare…

“O what a couple? O what a pair?”

O WHAT! A LOVE WE HAD TO SHARE!

Your cost is deafening, quite unfair… Madamchryzl…

XoXo..

As the clouds slowly dissipate into the earth…

I find myself contemplating worth…

What’s the worth of a penny after a toss?

What’s the worth of searching when we are the lost?

The penny, to be thrown about and to never be found again…

Us, to be amoungst the wandering and to never truly be grounded…

The heavy abyss, sounds like comfort as we rest in its shroud…

Much like us, we are thrown about yet desperate to conceal the most our hearts will allow…. MDM C

Cavalier Tears

I’ll be a good girl and do as I’m told…

Because only you and I know, what would happen if I were to fold…

All of my feelings that are tucked nearly and deep inside…

O what is a world like with nothing left to hide…

I’ll keep you stowed away… far…. in the one place that no one else is allowed play…

Though we are worlds apart…

You will always occupy my whole heart. ..

Some may see my eyes water, and assume it is sadness or fear… Little do they know me, I’m cavalier.

After this much loss; fright, no longer comes easy… He or no one will can ever remember me. MDM C

Yours

My sweetest of kisses would stick your lips…

They would softly remain, never parting, as time ticks.

My hugs would always surround you, to help and to cradle…

My love would be more grandiose than a Cinderella fable.

My hands and my fingertips would touch all that it’s allowed…

But it’s my heart, that is always the most wild….

It beats to a rhythm that is and quite untamed…

It purrs like tiny kitten, roars like a feral beast, and it is always on display laying at your feet… My Unnamed…

I knew you were in a midst…

All tucked away perfectly hidden amongst the mundane mist…

In a world of shiney and new…

You remained hidden more precious than gold times two…

More lovely and rare than best diamonds of a red hue…

Invisible to the common man…

But in a world that matters… You take the tallest stand.

You flew and sailed… You knew yet failed… You had a clue yet yelled…

You loved yet wailed…

I knew a hurt was coming…

I knew it would still be worth loving…

I knew the hurt was coming…

But I knew My Love was worth loving…

Amico

Photo By: Madamchryzl

Hey there amico…

Look at you go…

So deep is the wound from bullets that you throw…

There’s nothing left to the bone….

Not a limb to show. Nothing can be thrown…

How deep is the grave that we sow…

How little is known…

Nothing but moonlight to be shown…

-Madamchryzl-

If words are all I have left to lose.

How dare I call you a muse…

I didn’t notice you holding such a short fuse.

What safe hand you played…

What a uneven balance your scales weighed…

Leaving everything mangled and dismayed…

I

Two Halves 2.0

Ying and Yang, they are one of the same..

Infinitely separated by their name…

Yet bound by their eternal flame…

Ying and Yang, hot and cold…

Too close to fold…

Too far too hold…

Ying and Yang, each a different tone they ring…

Each a different life they bring…

Yet the same song they sing…

Ying and Yang…

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