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 if pleaure... Agony is the only applicable measure... -Madamchryzl-

Moon Howler

At the edges of your bed... I pray, Thou not turn red... On the cusp of the edge... I pray, Why did thy fledge? Paws to the ground, too afraid to fly... I pray, Moon howler, let me not die... -Madamchryzl-

Mr. Machine

Oh, Please, Mister Machine... Tell me, what have you seen? Could you possibly, really foresee? What My Love, has done to me? Please, grant me fortune and love beyond... Nod your head, Oh! Wave your wand... My cheeks colder, without the kiss of my lover... My Eyes, have dimmed into a lesser color... -Madamchryzl-

Wrong I Write

Wrong I Write Wrong and right... Weak is might... Love to fight... Up all night... Distant sight... Rigid plight... So contrite... Eager flight... Held so tight... Failed height... -Madamchryzl-

An Amusing Heart

With my ventricles pulsing between your teeth... You tore out what I wished not to keep... Pink, purple, and red hues... At some point it used to beat with out the booze... Let it be my gift for you to use... May my lyrical heart rest with my muse... -Madamchryzl- Reluctantly Inspired

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 →

Forgettable Me

Forgettable Me Forgettable me... Formidable me... Nothing to see... Unable to see... Choosing to be... Only to be... Forgettable Formidable Me... -MADAMCHRYZL-

Dear Santa…

Dear Santa... Could you spare some time for me? I have been acting rather inhumanely... So much so it is hard to see... I no longer know, where I should be... I no longer wish, to be me... Love has disowned me... My wish list is nothing but a plea...Upon, the New Year set my... Continue Reading →

Dysmorphia

Battered by reflection... To hate the mirror's reply... Held up by objection... To hate what the mirror's deny... Image of subjection... To hate the mirror as it will cry... Endless self rejection... To hate the mirror, why... -Madamchryzl-

Narcoleptic Nomad Nightmare I

The Streets of New Orleans, generate it's own sound... The cobble stone still exist, and it's blood so profound... Howls and growls... I see it's teeth and the snares... I see the skulls tumbling, down Hell's stairs... Vampires and demons alike... Monitor their selection each night... Picking and choosing their victims with out haste... Innocent... Continue Reading →

A Pawn

Just A Pawn... Madamchryzl 2004-ish A pawn in your game... Only my name... Phonetic syllables, all the same... Synonymous with shame... -Madamchryzl-

Limerence

Limerence My favorite tool of torture is you... I nibble on history's words sent at two... We had no direction... Only such discretion... Oh, such a need... Such a void to feed... Come hither, my favorite ache... I hold close, every decision I make... You are a wound I choose not to heal... You are... Continue Reading →

Your Name

Your name makes my lips numb... Alkaline and tingly, my tongue weighs a ton... Each letter hangs on the edge with reluctance... Heavy breath generated, with such abundance... No other syllables can combine and create such sensations... No other sounds would ever be worthy of my deviations... -Madamchryzl-

I Waited…

I waited for you... With my eyes to the night sky... I waited for you... The stars watched and sent me their tears... I waited for you... One by one their tears fell around me... I waited for you... I cried, "I am a fool." I waited for you... The stars answered, "Witless you are... Continue Reading →

“Will Work For Food”

Picked ripe from the vine of the insane... Vibrating hands defend against the mundane... Words of gibberish and guff... There is never enough... enough... Microscopic organisms and robotic frenzy... Elementary mindsets seem rather cleansing... With a jolt and jerk... The nomad begs to work...

Adventures In Laughter…

I would like to welcome stories and/or pictures of laughter.... PLEASE MAKE ME SMILE... I would prefer something from YOU (personally) but I will not reject something as simple as a Meme... ***If it is possibly offensive, email it to me, otherwise comment to this request if you would like do to so... 🙃✌😉 ***... Continue Reading →

Taught

Teach me my lesson... You are the truth and my confession... Rule by rule I had to break... Mark by remark I had to make... "We Have Tomorrow" is not something I will learn today... "I love you" is not a class, nor is it a time for play... -Madamchryzl-

Panting Hands

Panting Hands My hands mimic my frantical heart... My heart pounds 100 times per second... My seconds count my breath... My breath needeth to go on... Certainly I won't last till dawn... -Madamchryzl-

Cajun Indians

Oil Painting By: MadamChryzl Their history barely adheres, like peeling paint... Once, a structural masterpiece that had fallen faint... Ruins of an ancient life, that once stood strong... Fallen spliters and pillars, evidence of life gone wrong... Weeks that felt like centuries, eradication far from elementary... Their souls of solitude fill an invisible cemetery... Unmarked... Continue Reading →

Monday Song- Elephant by Warpaint

Elephant By Warpaint I'll break your heartTo keep you far from where all dangers startAnd atmosphereGets crazy lifeWhere every breath transpiresAnd to a starSpace of calm about youThey call me a thiefThey call me a thiefCall me a thiefCall me a thiefCommon thiefCommon thiefCommon thiefCall meCall meSo I knowThat you're not that you're not hereSort... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nymph

Narcoleptic Nymph      I dream, of who... I dream of you...      I dream, of what... was shown to me...       I dream, of that... was claimed to be the truth...       I dream, of where... it all ended...       I dream of when... the air was all that stood in the way... I dream... Continue Reading →

Self Destruction

Photo By: MadamChryzl Brick by Brick... Destruction as delightful as painted lips... Vein by vain... The structure shifts... Piece by peace... Walls start to crumble... Stone by stoned... My temple starts to tumble... Rein by reign... Truth billows as high as the plume of chalky smoke... Weak by Week... A new foundation my soul will... Continue Reading →

Foolish

Foolish What a gluttonous savage I have been... Dreaming of love and what could have been... Fantasies and fairy-tales are bound in pages fit for bookshelves... Buried in hallow graves that they dig for themselves... Thy words served cold with a shot of pain... Warth down the throat, with the wooden hint of disdain... My... Continue Reading →

Monday Song

Leon Bridges-Don't Worry 😉 We been runnin' 'round covered in gas, playin' with matches, ohWe've been runnin' this thing, burnin' it down, downSweetly talkin' but you and I both knowKeep on runnin' it down, the world that we ignoredI don't have much but I give you loveI used to say that kind of stuffLike a... Continue Reading →

Pieces of Peace

Pieces of Peace Peace within my life, has never been delivered in totality... It comes in pieces... A piece of peace, here... A piece of peace, there... Peace is holy, for me. -Madamchryzl-

An Ode To ‘Dirty Dancing’

🖤Dirty Dancing🖤 Familiar songs bring comfort and pleasant memories... Her heart goes, bump bump... As her kisses come in three's... His heart goes, bump bump... Giggles turn to sighs.. Her heart goes, bump bump... Cradled, unlike a baby, though she cries... His heart goes, bump bump... Plush cotton heavy on the skin... Her heart goes,... Continue Reading →

101 Lovers

Paul Brouillette Photography 101 Lovers One hundred lovers and not one love... It flutters away more quickly than the wings of a dove... The delicacies and stirrings from below... Surely one may drown from the undertow... One hundred and one lovers, one hundred more words... One could fly higher than the birds... One hundred times,... Continue Reading →

Grown

And as for you... Precious young lad... You're day of ripening is ahead... I feel for your future... They will wear you down so low... They will make you want to buckle... She will make you want to flea... Whom can you rely on? Where can you go? Not here. Only within your hearts realm... Continue Reading →

Scattered

Hurt is all that is left... A skill of mine I have had to accept... Rather than stay... You left me behind... Rather than choose patience... You chose to be unkind... A friend is someone who should be held dear... Not someone to disregard when they need you near... You can hold your crown high... Continue Reading →

Wished You Were Here... Backslide... I wished you were here today... Landslide... And all the days before... -Madamchryzl-

Narcoleptic Nomad II

Narcoleptic Nomad II I dream of the stones and bricks of Germany... The resin of the reality sits heavy... The spirits of those living in light surely out weigh the dark... May the stones and the mortar hold their truth but flesh and bone clean it's air... The battle within its land surely produces an... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nomad I

Narcoleptic Nomad I dream of roses in Romania... The grounds rich in blood harvest buds of the lost souls floating in trees... May, Her Highness sip her floral teas... Romania dreams of roses... -Madamchryzl- Part I of Narcoleptic Nomad

Saturday Song- Only For You By Heartless Bastatrds It's been a while since I felt this way about someoneI'd really really like to know you more, know you moreOh your eyes they sing a song to meAnd I'd really really like to move to it, grooveAnd I will open my heartAnd I will only for... Continue Reading →

Inoperable

Inoperable The doctors can not help... The wound is too deep... The pain is in tolerable... The physicians say it's inoperable... Removing hearts are only for the already deceased... -MADAMCHRYZL-

I Saw You

I Saw You... I saw you... I never ducked so quickly... Had you seen my eyes; no doubt, you would bask in my pain... My hand crafted rose colored glasses have fallen off... You were once the apple of my eye... Now you are just a reason that I cry... I know murdeous outlaws that... Continue Reading →

$$$$ OH, the cost of being heard; we pay for each and every word. What a price I have learned, and what a figure you have earned. Silence may result in a lesser of a fine. OH how can I begin to erase these words of mine? -Madamchryzl-

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