BeautyDoes notMatter neither doI imagine an imageWorthyMADAMCHRYZL
Hollowed Feast
May My teethBe satisfied withLess than your fleshTaste-Madamchryzl-
Your Kind of Blue Eyes
YourKind ofBlue basks inIts own color andHuesItRests uponAll of theHearts that seek itsGazeIt'sSky beckonsHis clouds toHold your hidden deepGazeCottonFloats inBails protecting allOf your deep seededTruthsBlueEyes hiddenBehind every cloudDaring to speak lovesDues-Madamchryzl-
A Skull Without A Smile
ASkull chasted In ivory without Her grin blessed within VacancyWithoutAn endLess a smileSmirk never to beGifted-Madamchryzl-
Swamp Witch – I
I shall morn when dispose of You, but no sooner until I am Good and Ready...You knew, and you sensed it; As you carefully placed your hands Unsteady...Each season brings someone anew;As the moon beckons upon my Jetty...Tonight, Tomorrow, and Yesterday; You're mine because You let me... -Madamchryzl-
Mister You
WhatYou willNever know isThat I will alwaysYou-Madamchryzl-
Presently In The Past
Presently In The Past Yesterday Counts todayTomorrow counts todayToday matters right nowTomorrow -Madamchryzl-
A Precarious Bridge
Teeter, Todder...A hazard for fodder...Such a tiny article...Veiled to the oracle...To rumble and crumble...A junction with no function...Oh, Take me across...Ah, Beholden my loss...To the space in between...Such pleasure and so mean... It dissolves...It falls...Oh, precarious bridge...You are but a jagged ridge... -Madamchryzl-
Murderous Bayou
A Tale With No Ending "What do you know of murder?" she asked.The lieutenant stared."What DO you know of murder?"she repeated.Lieutenant Boch realigned his posture."I know that people murder people. I know it does not always require motive and sometimes it has one." he replied. Penelope sat in her rocking chair and continued to knit... Continue Reading →
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 →
Treading Water
Photo by: Meg Graves One By OneThe air bubblesAscend to the surfaceDescend -Madamchryzl-
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 →
Witchy Behavior
I sat with your ghost today... He stared at me, with nothing to say... I gazed back in a different way... My begging eyes whisper, "Stay." Left with fingertips recalling May... Wary is the game witches play... -Madamchryzl-
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-
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 