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Maryanne M Jan 2013
Skin turned into grease
Dripping like splintered glasses
The fire consumed her
Maryanne M Jan 2013
She lay still
Yielding, yearning
Her soft skin
Like spring
It glows
It calls
It pleads
In a lonely mime

Ivory sheets
Once white
Demanding warmth
Deep longing
Serenading
Like a dry land
Waiting

I watch
I feel
I crave
Savage desire
Pulsating like anger
Like a storm
Like destruction
Insanity

I watch
I listen
Her heart commanding
With heat
With passion
Unpararelled
Obsession

She undresses
Reveals
Her soul
I bare
Uncover
Unclothed
Soul
To soul

I touch
I roam
Like a traveler
Amazed
Uncovering
Nurturing
I worship

She welcomes
Permitting
She succumbs
Her becoming
She savors
Rippling
Skin
To Skin

I reach
Intruding
Wanting
More
Like hunger
Like pain
Suffocating

She gives
She offers
She opens
Like a slave
To her Queen
Like a Queen
To her Goddess
Heaven

I receive
Tolerating
I devour
Consuming
Mouth
To her being
Maddening

She dithers
She quivers
Like a serpent
She slithers
She takes
Moaning
Damp
Begging

I feast
I swallow
I ******
I follow
I lick
I ****
I flick
I ****

We bare
We share
Skin
To skin
Soul
To soul
Body entwined
Like Honeysuckle
Divine



© 2012 Maryanne M
Maryanne M Jan 2013
mon amour
our innocence
moved in uncertainty
like our body moves, beautifully
in unnatural way
our tears of pain
and happiness
blend in our sweats

(when our body is bent
our heart is spent)

my tongue is strong
like the tip of your toe
as its slices the flesh
down your neck
like a velvet rag
wiping away your shame
blotting it out completely
as from the memory

your low, sustained cries
are music to my ears
like a cascading tutu, gasping
like waterfalls over steep rocks
pushing me
beyond any boundaries
made by man
even by gods

(and i felt your body quiver
like a wild circus at the
birth of the night)

my love, my prima ballerina
you are hysterical
evolving weightlessly
on my skin, whispering
into my pores
telling a story in each curve
conquering yet refined

and here i am, a criminal
condescendingly proud
taking justice into my hands
for only by these hands
could i bring justice
to our love, to our lust
to our soul

(and you pull me down
down to complete nothingness
where everything doesn't matter
and all that matters is nothing)

and together we dance
you and i
ever so gracefully
to that hopeful spotlight
hoping for the endless
hoping for eternity
but euernity has to end
only to begin again
Maryanne M Jan 2013
I cried for the leaves that lost their greens
I cried as the cold hand of winter touched them
I cried as red masked out their colors
I cried as they fell into the barren earth
I mourned when they took away my heart
As the lonely earth took them in
Maybe for rebirth? Maybe forever?
May it be tomorrow?
Or for another year?
Maybe never... They may never will.

I may forever be a lonely crow
flying alone, winter long
Screaming curses to the selfish sky
Spitting blames into the lonely earth
Unto the void I forever will fly until these
tired wings of mine break
and send me down to the lonely earth,
with you..

And maybe hope for rebirth?
Maybe forever?
May it be tomorrow?
Or for another year?
Maybe never... Yes, we may never will.
Maryanne M Jan 2013
&
the
leaf
Falls
Falling
It’s falling,
And it’s fading
It is falling down
Like disgraced angels
it's spiraling down fast
it  is falling  like snow
  falling like raindrops
  it's like a dead bird
falling like tears,
descending,
down the
ground
freed
fast
!




&
Oh
Those
Great Leaves
  They Fall down
  They fall like men
They will perish
They will cry
Great men
They
die
!



&
It’s
the leaf
  that falls,
  it is falling
   like you,
falling
like
me
!
Maryanne M Jan 2013
I was hit today. I still hear the sound of my bones as they snapped sharply with a crack as my tendons tore down into pieces.

My mind was screaming in pain but my lips refused to move.

I heard the gasps and thundering footsteps of the onlookers as they gathered around me. It was like a thousand drums echoed in my ears.  I struggled to look for a familiar face to save me. Or at least end the pain.

But I failed.

My surrounding grew darker as my sight started to fade away. And no one dared to help me. No one even cared. I looked up the sky and took a last glimpse of its beauty. I knew in that very moment I was going to die. I felt the last flicker of life left my body.

I felt cold. I felt helpless. I felt lonely. But it didn’t matter. I was lonely in those damp streets my whole life where luxury was but a distant dream. It didn’t matter. After all I’m just a cat, ready to meet my maker.
Maryanne M Jan 2013
A flame wihout its
   heat is as useless as a poetry without a thought.
              What is man without a soul? Can he be called human at all? How
             useful is an empty house that stands on a barren hill? A man
                         not capable of thinking? A blank book? Or a sun without the grace of a fire? How good is
           the wind without the trees?  Or the birds that worship its strength? How good is the ocean without
                              the fishes? Or the human that embraces its wealth? All things are interconnected and   interdependent.
    Like air to mankind and to the trees. And trees to mankind and to the soil. Like air to the waters.
                    Waters to mankind. Waters to the soil. As fire to man as to the trees. Mankind to the trees and
               to the soil. And trees to the soil, fire to the soil, man, fire. Fire and man. The fire within a man. Enflaming
                      the soul of another man. We are all relatives in the dance of life. We are integral part of the earth.
          The air, the waters, the sun and the moon. Everything is hitched to everything else. The air,
                                   the waters, the sun and the moon. The salt of the ocean is in our blood. The calcium of the rocks
is in our bones. The genes of ten thousand generations is in our cells. The fire of the sun king is in our spirits. The might of the winds is in our lungs. The most powerful element of the universe is in our hearts. The mighty winds
                     rage and we bend for them. The fields yield and we kneel for them.  The blossoms open and we  rejoice.
                               One could not pluck a flower without hurting a star. The wolves could not haunt for a
                        meal without troubling a heart. An atom could not deteriorate without worrying
                             the universe.  But along
                                  the way man seems
                                   to forget. And most
                                   of the time, man does
                                    not pay attention to
                                     its depth. Man be-
                                    comes too ignorant
                                    to understand. That
                                    man is the heart of it
                                   all. The pulse that keeps
                              the system alive. Man ne-
                                eds not observe but feel. M
                               an needs to penetrate quite-
                            ly as earthworms. Underst-
                            ands as soils absorb water. Pon-
                   der as the winds gather strength. Spread
               as the vines that overrun the yard. Let your flame be the
                                          guiding light.Do not let it be the fire that burns.
Maryanne M Jan 2013
A man in a black suit
Walked through an iron post
A clerk stared in stunned silence
No, he was not a ghost

His black Cadillac sped away
Throwing the darks aside
Yes, it no longer mattered
He got a whole **** world inside

A righteous cloth wavered
On one side of the fender
Like a lonely lost cowboy
Slowly losing its luster

Yes, it does not matter now
It was only an old symbol
It won't free up enough bucks
To do anything rational

From the needle-point of view
Of the naives and downtrodden
The great spot was exploitative
Mind you, it owned the mainstream

From the artful thoughts
Of the artless and the browns
'twas a friendly fishing net
Crowding everyone around

There was a unifying vision
Yet it was oversimplified
There was much to condemn
That which can not be spoken

Since the losers were good
The winners were awesome
Never mind the conspiracy
Never mind the stealthy harm

It works all the same
All over mighty federations
What's built into the system
May never be reformed
Maryanne M Jan 2013
And I stared at the dark figure
In the darkness of the evening
A woman's silhouette
Mystical, so divine
And I stood therein immobile
My bodice drenched in sweat
Dripping, rippling
By what seemed fear but not
"Come to me, ma déesse.
Let us walk in the dusk together.
Hold my hand, ma femme.
I will share with you my secrets..."
Maryanne M Jan 2013
Powerful..
It reads my mind
It knows my anger and pain

Mischievous..
It is but an eye
Looking back at me

Mockery..
I see my bare hands
Pointing back at me

Haunting..
It is knowing
It knows my darkest secret

Evil..
It finds my flaws
It tells me my weakness

Deceitful..
It tells lies
It is but my opposite

Dark..
Soundless laughter
Silent cries

Mirror..
The whitest lie
Of the darkest trick
Maryanne M Jan 2013
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of us all?

Skin so delicate and fair
Blue eyes and long black hair
A good king, a good daughter
A wicked stepmother

One day full of gloom and dread
When The Wicked heard it said
"The Daughter is the fairest,
O' dear! You are second best!"

The Wicked was wild with jelousy
And begun plotting conspiracy
Getting rid of the fair lady
Was the wicked plan of the day

The Wicked called on her servant
The name was **** Cindy
Bribed her with riches women want
Promised her a gift of beauty

So **** Cindy and The Daughter
Went into the depth of the forest
**** Cindy has led the pretty girl
She surely must put her to death!

Our **** Cindy however
Found the girl a thing of beauty
**** Cindy's courage betrayed her
Excused herself and ran away

The pretty daughter was left alone
Terribly scared but still alive
Tears fell as she thought of home
Doubtful if she will ever survive

**** Cindy returned to the castle
Showing a heart of a roe deer
And served as a loyal vassal
To The Ever Wicked stepmother

So **** Cindy got rewarded
With unimaginable riches
Lasting beauty she was awarded
At last she got her wishes

At night our **** Cindy
Her riches, all she gathered
And then she vanished swiftly
Away from The Ever Wicked

Meanwhile the pretty daughter
Found a place to stay
That house was full of laughter
And the rest was history

Highly pleased now The Wicked
Turned again to the mirror
But her hopes became unsettled
After the unpleasant cheer

She must die! She must die!
Went The Wicked's awful cry
She became an old peasant
Killed the girl with a poison

And so the pretty daughter
Laid in the forest for days
The cute house lost its laughter
The Wicked went on her ways

The sad news reached the town
And to our **** Cindy
So she wore her sexiest gown
And started on her journey

Into the forest she went
Looking for that pretty girl
Her heart skipped and bent
Feeling that awesome thrill

**** Cindy found The Daughter
Lying on a wooden bed
"Thy beauty is oh, so rare!"
Was the thought inside her head

She could not help but wet her lips
Staring at the sleeping lady
She felt a tingle below her hips
And sensation inside her belly

They said no man can wake the girl
And maybe no man really can?
So **** Cindy kissed The Daughter
And so her passion has began

The kiss was oddly very awesome
And it stirred the sleeping girl
It brought a funny slurpy sound
Waking up The Royal Daughter

"Oh God! Oh my! Oh my!
Oh my beautiful princess!
Take my hand, come with me
Away from this very place!"

So **** Cindy and The Daughter
They ran away together
Across the land of nowhere
Where they lived happily ever after

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of us all?
"Snow and Cindy are the fairest
O' dear! Now you're the third best!"

~THE END~
Author's Note:     Just for laughs.
Maryanne M Jan 2013
How does a kite fly
with just a simple
paper and a thread?

A kite..
It seems so beautiful
from afar

Innocence deceived me
I breathed as human
But I was flying
like a kite
Enthralled of
the colors I thought I had
Felt safe with the promise
of a thread

I soared higher
Gliding through the air
Looking down
at the smiling faces
Applause, praises
I have never felt such glory
Never had I known
such peace

I soared higher
But no matter how hard
I tried
The thread pulled me back
I felt suspended
Unable to go on
Was I really flying?
Or was I only being tossed?

Solitude in the air..

I thought the clouds were
cotton candy
But when I took a grasp
I touched nothing
It avoided my fingers
And the sun
Was not a bowl of gold
Then sadness took hold

Mama once told me
Winds were dusts of silver
That is why
we close our eyes
When it blows
And nights were
dusts of coal
That is why we sleep

Maybe Mama was right
It must be dusts of silver
For when sadness came
I felt the air clogging within
They are indeed dusts of coal
For I found myself in tears
as I closed my eyes at night
And dreamed of a happy place

Ah! Chasing rainbows

And gloom took over
bluish sky
Forewarn of incoming rain
And I was dragged
by the filament
But the wind delayed my descent
The overcast covered the earth
and the rain poured over
It washed out my colors
It shattered my beautiful paper

My master ran for cover
And there I was alone
In that perfidious
summer storm
She let go of the thread
I came spiraling down
Like a falcon
that has been shot dead
Slumped on the solid ground

That was when I discovered
I didn't have colors at all
Nor did I have nice paper
And the thread was not that strong
It suddenly dawned on me
That the world will not
always be a summer
That I didn't mean to fly
I didn't belong to the sky

A **** on the rib cage..

Reality knocked
And it knocked me off indeed
It was a great revelation
Maybe a moment of enlightenment
That I was actually a wooden stick
Solid and strong
Stronger than the thread
The thread
that has dragged me down

I was disheartened
Yet I was relieved
As I saw new wonders
out of my sadness
That I am a tiny wood
In this big, wide world
Although the sky is not mine
I finally knew what I am
I am not a lyrical poet. I ramble, I follow an irregularly winding course. However, I cannot make it short.
Maryanne M Jan 2013
The twelfth house was deeply marred
As of a forgotten ancient museum
Echoing the words of my kinswoman
Like a dusty book on a lectern

Whence part of that time it is of one
And part of that time is of other
When the Sun leaves me and enters in you
Then the season changes like feeling
Partly winter and partly spring

We are but fishes in a shallow marshland
Tied together on our suckling mouths
With rotten love and golden thread of stars
We are but the saints of the vernal equinox
Maryanne M Jan 2013
The smell of coffee
The laughter of the early shoppers
Classic love songs
An open window
Sunrise

The sound of the birds
mingles perfectly with the rough
sound of the motorcycles and the waves

The morning sky
The excited tapping of flip flops
The local paper boy
A crumpled bed
Fresh bread

"Hey Marianna! Come down and
have some coffee! I got a new
story!" There goes my neighbor Old Jorge

Messy morning hair
The noise of the wooden stairs
Wrinkled night shirt
Sunny side up
Wild Rice

Listening to old Jorge's classic
story for the 67th times while
breathing in the morning sea breeze

The yellow butterfly
The ringing of the church bell
A smiling passerby
An old bicycle
A kiss

"Morning Marianna!"
There goes Karla in her denim shorts
and long legs and sweet smile and pretty nails

The playing kids
The old lady with a sprinkler
The swaying green leaves
Lazy golden retriever
Pretty girls

Ah! If I could grab the
whole world in the palm of
my hands and keep it in my pocket..
Author's Note: The simplest of things... the uncorrupted.
Maryanne M Jan 2013
My art
My passion awakes
My fingertips
From your tailpiece
Your tailpiece
To your neck

Pulsating change
Change of pitch
Rigorous vibrato
My fingers
On your strings
In an extreme tremolo

My hands
Are bewitched
By your slender auburn corpo
Your firm belly
Twitched
In a perfect falsetto

I pluck
You whisper
Bisbigliando
Your fingerboard
Wildly opens
In stile concitato

I play your chord
Your nakedness
In a gentle adagio
You whimper in a rich
Sonorous
Pianissimo

In my warmth
You arouse
In intense crescendo
Swollen, overwhelmed
By our wonderful
Concerto

You rest
Satisfied
In a climactic finale
Crafted
In good music
By an ******* play

My little secret
My little piece
A jewel on my chest
You are my cello
I am your
Cellist
Maryanne M Jan 2013
The saline in your teeth bestowed us life
Your canopy of wisdom billows like
death billows the soul
Your memory grasped into our veins like Wysteria
Dropping one by one, wilting


Into the eyes of the crows
that ate the eyes of your dying children
you engraved your name
so that every child that dies
Remembers


Unto the sea of wheat we spew
our rotten teeth so that they may blossom
And the seeds shall be fed to our
wavering kind
So you will be remembered


Behold!
Lotuses of swamps long been forgotten
Blooms that may only blossom within blooms
Whom that dwell in the mud of the ancients
Yet unstained


In our being, a black pearl
that grows from the fields of Israel
So that we, lotus lover
Are worshiped, venerated
and will be remembered
Maryanne M Jan 2013
I was making love to the girl in a purple tee
She was wicked and naked on top of me
She was ******* like an equestrian
On top of a **** lesbian
As I opened my eyes an empty sheet was all that I see
-Limerick-

"A writer from another site asked about my "Are you thinking of me too?" status. He was asking if I was thinking about a guy. I said I was staring at the ******* the SNORGTees ad. Haha!"

This was indeed inspired by an ad model.
Maryanne M Jan 2013
You came to me a morning star
You offered me infinity
I, bedazzled,
took your hand
We revolved around the sun
You ushered me to
an endless sea of possibilities
That was how you called it
That was how you used to tell me

You held me,
playing careful defense
A paladin
A sparrow to her nest
I, affected with great wonder
Mindlessly bathed the silken water
Drowned myself in the soft
bubbles of the crashing waves
Not bedeviled by troubles
nor disturbance, nor distress

You walked ahead of me
As if protecting me
from the swelling crests
or from the cold, or
from the salt that filled my chest
I, spellbind
influenced by your charms
and your incantations
Moved rakishly along
your convivial course

Unto your heavens
Unto your hell
Into your fire
Into your soul
that was what you said
That was how you used to tell me
I believed
I accepted in veracity

And I watched, a sentinel
As you moved in rhythmic steps
and playful gestures
Until I was confounded by
your intricate motion
I, caught in a whirling sensation
Imperiled by a tendency to fall
Was carried into your
nauseous complexity
I, paralyzed by my perplexity

You venerated me, you said
Or that was how you used to tell me
Yet, I was disconnected and
I, an amazed audience,
stood enthralled
Or was I merely standing in stunned silence?
Stupefied
Yet disconnected?
Maryanne M Jan 2013
I dwell in the vastness of my ocean
Bathed in the sun's merciful radiance
I was formed around a grain of sand
or of  history, or love, or time

The loving Lonchura lands on my shoulder
To listen to the story of my forefathers
The tale of pride and of crimson waters
Of the braves, of victory, or the rare air

Sampaguitas kiss my sun-kissed cheek
And pour its oils on my curious feet
Gumamelas gather in harmony of color
and of fragrance, of adoration, of vigor

I loom over the golden seas
Of eager waves and mighty sailors
I dance with the gleeful chanting
of  the north winds and the palm trees

A little bit of all the cultures made one
From a long history of Western colonial rule
Evolved a blood of a unique blend
Of east, of west, of appearance, of culture

I am the Nacre!
The pearl of the orient seas
I shine in the salinity and bounty
In the heat of  the glorious Pacific

© 2012 Maryanne M.
Maryanne M Jan 2013
Old corn farmers on a smoke break
Wearing old hats and ***** shirts
Talking about rainbows and politics

Alligators evolve so as the raven
Their claws soon become useless
Just like the human brain

An owl cautiously moved into the limelight
Wearing oversize diamond and opal
Hoping he doesn't look like an animal

Lips like cherries and a tongue like strawberries
She has all the makings of a total fruit cake
Who will think she stings like a snake?

I am afraid our eyes are bigger than our brain
That we have more curiosity than understanding
For we grasp all but catch nothing but wind
Maryanne M Jan 2013
Give me cigarettes, give me chocolate
I like it Joe...

My soles rested on this cotton-white candy land
Unsure if it was the cold touch of these featherbeds
Or the flakes of hesitation that brought chills
Into my clueless mind

Give me cigarettes, give me chocolate
I like it Joe...

This 1945 song played over and over in my head
As if it helped lessen the shame and discomfort
That was traveling from the tip of my toe
To each in every active follicle of my hair

Ah, I savored the strange moment that it was
Of what I considered triumph. Strange,
That I even felt achieved in this strange land
When the real war of time and belief is yet to come

I wore Chinchilla coats over my dignity
Yet to me, every stride was irrelevant
An account for differences, even partiality
The Dr Pepper in my hand seemed out of place or was I?

The white backdrop where I was standing
Only served to amplify my striking shade
And how fool I was to even think
That the landlords would consider me germane?

Who was I to even presume acceptance
When their own predilection as old as time still lives?
Is it perfidiousness to long a taste of a miracle
In the land of dreams?

Give me cigarettes, give me chocolate
I like it Joe...
Inspired by Handiedan's art AMO No. 1.
Maryanne M Jan 2013
And I raised my hands up high
and pleaded to the northern star
to guide the rain and let it fall unto me

But the northern star seemed so
cold and white, congealed and hopeless
unable to share its incandescence

So I called on to the forests and
cried to the wolves to tear down my very
essence and put an end to my existence

But the souls of the  forests became deaf and
dreary, unable to obstruct the great
season of the celebrated hibernation

So I came to you and begged to bring out
your heat and offer me completeness so
I can flow and be whole again

And like  bleak winds, cold and cutting
you looked pass through me leaving my skin
eerie chills of desertion and resentment

Tears became strips of sleets
unable to pour like a stream on a long
winter flowing only after a heavy rainfall
Maryanne M Jan 2013
And I watched my feet
as I buried them
into the cool sand
as the massive sand cradled
the vastness of the ocean
as the ocean grasped the thin line
of the horizon as the line
reached the endless sky and
as the sky cradled the moon
as the moon beamed over the
dreaming trees as they lazily
stood over the mountains
that proudly guarded the very earth
as the earth cradled the trees
and the proud mountains that guarded
the vastness of the sea
The sea that connected the moon and me
and I wondered ;

Are you looking at the same moon on
your other side of the world?

— The End —