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-

Yet Another Goodbye

Yet Another Goodbye charcoal and chalk pencil on pastel paper By John Teal My skin has burned with the maximum pleasures...Your ghost will forever haunt my lips...For there is none other left to kiss...My heart begs to my mind.. Say,it is not so.Oh please, My Love...Please do not go...Unforgettable...Yet...Banished upon the ship of unending time...Unbearable...Tragically...Wrecked... Continue Reading →

Confession I

Oh Father,If there was a reasonForSurpassing Soulful treason...He... He,Would be my reason...Oh...A heart...Oh...A soul...Oh...He hides...Charging,It's toll....Oh...SO tough! Oh!So bold!Oh...A delicate heart.. He is unable... To hold...Oh! HE! OH! Me!Such carelessness,To see...Oh!To let him,Hold me...Oh!Such enouement...Oh!Such,Darkle, Spent...Such,Sand sinksIn such,A cosset..-Madamchryzl-

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 →

SATURDAY NIGHT SONG Angus and Julia Stone

Paper Aeroplane I spilled the ink across the pageTrying to spell your nameSo I fold it up and i flick it outPaper aeroplaneIt won't fly the seven seas to youCause it didn't leave my roomBut it awaits the hands of someone elseThe garbage manGot to say mmm mmm mmmGot to say mmm mmm mmm So... Continue Reading →

Amore Mio

Amore Mio - A tribute to Leon & Mathilda "The Professional" His presence was like static to her finger tips... Instantly, his shoulders had always belonged to her lips... He made her pant and the air hard to breathe... All that he took; surely, he was a thief... Uncommon and a sight, their differences were...... Continue Reading →

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