Coronation of a Princess
To elevate a Queen,
To raise aloft a Monarch
Who shall rule to seem as seen,
Who shall treat with due decorum
Her loyal subjects and her Crown
And adjudicate all personal preference,
Severely, not to let them down.
She shall marry into Royalty
Thence to breed a stately brood
Who shall tread the path of unctuousness
Avoiding steps into the rude.
Her decisions shall be just and fair
Her politics unseen
And whilst riding with nobility
Her associations shall be clean.
For she is known now as “Her Majesty”
And as such, she shall remain
Aloof from all conjecture,
And removed from callow fame.
Forever worshipped as our Monarch
And though imprisoned by her scene,
Imperially shall her smile shine bright
When sung….”God Save the Queen”.

God Save the Queen!
M.
27 April 2015

I drive my tank into town,
but no one is in sight.
I fire warning shots above,
But nobody's there to fight.
I was about to leave the server,
when I heard a sound so odd,
I see a flying Tellatubby,
some guy's using a mod.

If you could read
my mind...
You'd be in tears

That feeling you get in your
Stomach when your heart
Breaks its like all the butterflies die

Its the kind of heartache
You feel in your
bones

I slowly feel myself fading away
From your mind
I'm living in a different world

I woke up feeling cold
You were my favorite sweater
Baby you were my soul
You made me feel whole.
By Myriah young

You are heathen. Naked. Wild.
You astound me with your clumsy grace.
Your every move is dance.
You are liquid.
Cry, and your arms mourn.
Smile, and your legs laugh.
Take delight in your body.
Your body. Yours.
Watch out for the monster in men.
One day, a clumsy boy
will admire your grace.
He will love you, I hope,
as I love you now.
He will give you, I hope,
as much joy
as he takes.

With trembling hands, I reach for your palms
Remembering our first touch
The terrible human hands I have
long for the glorious oddities of yours
You are my sin
and mostly my redemption

Late at night I try to resist
Thoughts of our firsts drown me
Like lighting my last cigarette
and secretly wishing I had another pack in my pocket
You are the worst kind of hangover
One that I swear to God I will tell my poetry about
Your lips are as breathtaking as the heaven they promised

Every inch of my skin aches to be close to yours
It feels foreign, abandoned
A blank canvas waiting for the ink your hands have
The colors you leave on the insides of my thighs
I proudly show off to my monsters
They were right all along
You're my perfect match
I have so much of you on my soul
Yet I seem to have too little of your tongue on my mouth

When I close my eyes your face is burned into the back of my eyelids
Jesus ******* Christ, you’re in my blood, in my veins
I didn’t know I had room for another soul inside me
For once, I never want someone to stop saving me
While I create and destroy myself
You are one hell of an artist
Creating fires in my lungs with nothing but your scent
You’re the warmth I have always wanted to feel
You’re home

I almost gave in today
I had to put my hands down and force my shaking hands to dive in
You’re the almost that lurks wanted in the back of my mind
With this, it’s always a 50/50 chance
I feel nothing
I feel absolutely everything
I guess it’s worth the risk because I’m still doing it

This is the best kind of almost
We are
But we aren’t
But we could be