Submissions by Madame_de_Maison
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Secret Grove
Lilies and rose petals,
Little red, pink and yellow medals.
Ambient winds brush through the grove,
Descending in the well I was told.
The drooping stems of lilac,
A medley among the daisies and orchids.
They nuzzle the ground under the dialect
Of the wandering winds.
The grove is bright and wondrous but hidden.
A sole lover may explore on a path forbidden.
I heed you take care if you ever reach these lands,
Mannerism is not nature of the hands.
Little red, pink and yellow medals.
Ambient winds brush through the grove,
Descending in the well I was told.
The drooping stems of lilac,
A medley among the daisies and orchids.
They nuzzle the ground under the dialect
Of the wandering winds.
The grove is bright and wondrous but hidden.
A sole lover may explore on a path forbidden.
I heed you take care if you ever reach these lands,
Mannerism is not nature of the hands.
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Qualm
I lay hot and exposed each night,
A target of these burrowing feelings.
Have you any idea of my insight
Into the mechanics of our dealings?
I try to restrain my mind from the pits,
Whilst snakes coil below, watching, waiting.
I taste my hatred in sighs in my fits,
Just as I taste my love on my breath, frustrating.
Do you feel what I feel? Do you see what I see?
Of course you don't, we are changing, evolving.
Does a sharp breath cut the rope of our love's seam?
Does a unsought word leave our bond dissolving?
A target of these burrowing feelings.
Have you any idea of my insight
Into the mechanics of our dealings?
I try to restrain my mind from the pits,
Whilst snakes coil below, watching, waiting.
I taste my hatred in sighs in my fits,
Just as I taste my love on my breath, frustrating.
Do you feel what I feel? Do you see what I see?
Of course you don't, we are changing, evolving.
Does a sharp breath cut the rope of our love's seam?
Does a unsought word leave our bond dissolving?
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Crusted Core
Sometimes you would see one moving
Flitting down the street with sore feet
Her scarlet heels, her hurried patrol
As she surveyed the shadowed corners
Nobody knows what she could see in that shade.
A soul would often throw a pitied glance
And move on his way home.
She had swallowed her shame before dawn.
And now she sat watching the twilight
A mechanical fog in her mind
Her cheeks sunken and her eyes black
Beneath the silk of mascara
What had she to fear of the dark?
She sought out the fiends!
And now the cold...
Flitting down the street with sore feet
Her scarlet heels, her hurried patrol
As she surveyed the shadowed corners
Nobody knows what she could see in that shade.
A soul would often throw a pitied glance
And move on his way home.
She had swallowed her shame before dawn.
And now she sat watching the twilight
A mechanical fog in her mind
Her cheeks sunken and her eyes black
Beneath the silk of mascara
What had she to fear of the dark?
She sought out the fiends!
And now the cold...
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Snow Covered Glass
I am all you see below you my dear,
A ball in my mouth, oh I know your thoughts!
You wish I would do this to you, but fear,
Lies and pretenses shield your horrors wrought
By my lack of innocence, my excess of age!
You can be frank with me, my little dove,
You desire liberation, I desire;
Amusement, but do you believe in love?
I didn't think so, well maybe your fire
Can burn away your purity without my poison?
Lack of imagination! Come and see.
Drip your soul where angels fear to wander;
I am your new religion, bow and confess,
That...
A ball in my mouth, oh I know your thoughts!
You wish I would do this to you, but fear,
Lies and pretenses shield your horrors wrought
By my lack of innocence, my excess of age!
You can be frank with me, my little dove,
You desire liberation, I desire;
Amusement, but do you believe in love?
I didn't think so, well maybe your fire
Can burn away your purity without my poison?
Lack of imagination! Come and see.
Drip your soul where angels fear to wander;
I am your new religion, bow and confess,
That...
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