Submissions by Marchioness
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write stuff about other stuff. I have a muse called Crave who fucking hates me. When I want to get inspired, I stop taking my pills. I hate every one of my friends and occasionally lose my handwriting. I'm also Scottish.
LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2011 2:35pm
1st May 2011 2:35pm
The Most Wonderful Feeling
When I see you, my heart glows
How I want to hold you close
And strangle you till your last breath goes
Then watch you in your sweet death throes
I smile whenever you're around
I just can't keep my feet on the ground
Your voice is the single sweetest sound
When it's gurgling as you're being drowned
My feelings aren't platonic
You make me catatonic
You're all over me like bubonic
And I know the only tonic
I love the way you laugh aloud
When you're playing for a crowd
You are so fabulously endowed
But you'd look better...
How I want to hold you close
And strangle you till your last breath goes
Then watch you in your sweet death throes
I smile whenever you're around
I just can't keep my feet on the ground
Your voice is the single sweetest sound
When it's gurgling as you're being drowned
My feelings aren't platonic
You make me catatonic
You're all over me like bubonic
And I know the only tonic
I love the way you laugh aloud
When you're playing for a crowd
You are so fabulously endowed
But you'd look better...
856 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
1st May 2011 2:31pm
1st May 2011 2:31pm
I'm Not f**king Crazy
Where the hell is the fucking point
In wandering through this damning land?
When every act, word, movement and thought
Is frail and fearful and hopelessly bland.
Why must I, among all my peers,
Be the one who's considered unstable?
While the rest of you shed copious tears
For mentalities you repeatedly mislabel.
How is it that you think me wrong
In my vision of the world that we share?
My misery you would gladly prolong
For that art you consider most fair.
What is it you so righteously stickle
In my right to roam unchained?...
In wandering through this damning land?
When every act, word, movement and thought
Is frail and fearful and hopelessly bland.
Why must I, among all my peers,
Be the one who's considered unstable?
While the rest of you shed copious tears
For mentalities you repeatedly mislabel.
How is it that you think me wrong
In my vision of the world that we share?
My misery you would gladly prolong
For that art you consider most fair.
What is it you so righteously stickle
In my right to roam unchained?...
737 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2011 11:54am
30th Apr 2011 11:54am
Five
The light of my life is the tide of the tight
Which half of witchcraft is blight to unbright?
Paper of papal intent in the tent
Fare of the fate to the wittingly went
Knives are nice, but butter is better
A flick of the wrist and a twist of the fetter
Burn through the binder and break down the bricks
The deluge of delusion that stickles and sticks
Ruptured erruptions of singing to sin
Enraptured in rapture by fiddling till fin
Won't will your wont until the wight's won
Sorrowful song of the son of the sun
Lice come less when...
Which half of witchcraft is blight to unbright?
Paper of papal intent in the tent
Fare of the fate to the wittingly went
Knives are nice, but butter is better
A flick of the wrist and a twist of the fetter
Burn through the binder and break down the bricks
The deluge of delusion that stickles and sticks
Ruptured erruptions of singing to sin
Enraptured in rapture by fiddling till fin
Won't will your wont until the wight's won
Sorrowful song of the son of the sun
Lice come less when...
1013 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
30th Apr 2011 11:52am
30th Apr 2011 11:52am
Crave
Shaded corners are depth eternal
Leading to his land infernal
Footsteps echo on the ground
Voice of silence crushes sound
Push away ornamental lies
Slip behind and close your eyes
When you return to light once more
Forget the thoughts your mind has bore
But when again the hardships chase
Your footsteps to that darkened place
Perhaps this will be that coming moment
When your escapism he will foment
When cold stone pressed against your back
Evaporates into the black
And his sweet pain entwines your heart
From sanity and...
Leading to his land infernal
Footsteps echo on the ground
Voice of silence crushes sound
Push away ornamental lies
Slip behind and close your eyes
When you return to light once more
Forget the thoughts your mind has bore
But when again the hardships chase
Your footsteps to that darkened place
Perhaps this will be that coming moment
When your escapism he will foment
When cold stone pressed against your back
Evaporates into the black
And his sweet pain entwines your heart
From sanity and...
944 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2011 7:32pm
29th Apr 2011 7:32pm
To Hell
A thousand fights
A thousand breaches
I can't keep myself at bay
A thousand bites
From a thousand leeches
Won't take the bad blood away
A tiny black drop
For a single small sin
Seems all fairness requests to fulfill
But if I do not stop
I'll soon find within
I've no red in my blood left to spill
One sweet little lie sung
A pitiful excuse
A cancerous poison to hear
I'd sew up my tongue
And stitch up my mouth
If the tales never be brought to ear
One last indulge
One last sweet taste ...
A thousand breaches
I can't keep myself at bay
A thousand bites
From a thousand leeches
Won't take the bad blood away
A tiny black drop
For a single small sin
Seems all fairness requests to fulfill
But if I do not stop
I'll soon find within
I've no red in my blood left to spill
One sweet little lie sung
A pitiful excuse
A cancerous poison to hear
I'd sew up my tongue
And stitch up my mouth
If the tales never be brought to ear
One last indulge
One last sweet taste ...
668 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2011 7:26pm
29th Apr 2011 7:26pm
Pink
Streamwater falling
Fall me down
Dripping off rain and hair
Fingertips melting under liquid light
Many a hand does the red back take
Only a sound, a choir to make
Laking and sinking and single and singing
Break but don't fall don't call out to me
Voice in the lighted night
Laughing and whistling and Goddess, that laughter!
Dogs laugh alone
In the night cold and gone
Forget punctuation
The moment is gone
As fast as you can
Before the door closes
And you've lost the last fracture, dropped your last penny
Into the mouth of the...
Fall me down
Dripping off rain and hair
Fingertips melting under liquid light
Many a hand does the red back take
Only a sound, a choir to make
Laking and sinking and single and singing
Break but don't fall don't call out to me
Voice in the lighted night
Laughing and whistling and Goddess, that laughter!
Dogs laugh alone
In the night cold and gone
Forget punctuation
The moment is gone
As fast as you can
Before the door closes
And you've lost the last fracture, dropped your last penny
Into the mouth of the...
658 reads
1 Comment
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