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I enjoy writing self-reflective poetry that often confronts my demons. I'm a pretty metaphorical writer, but many of the things I write about I have ...
Poems
Michael Cyruss
Jan 2021
In a window over Mortem Street,
I see the sun with a mouth pursed
In envy of the way that you go around
And glow all the time,
The smallish girl with
Ebony eyes and reddish lips
Which turn the head of every fool,
Myself a fool among them.
In a window over Mortem Street
You can see me here, too,
Looking out on the soft avenue
Made softer by you.
In that window over Mortem Street,
I watched the others smell the roses
And never smelled one.
You deserve every rose,
And maybe I could drop them by one day,
When maybe your glow is low enough
And I can catch your eye in the window.
And maybe Mortem Street
Won’t be so lonely anymore.
I see the sun with a mouth pursed
In envy of the way that you go around
And glow all the time,
The smallish girl with
Ebony eyes and reddish lips
Which turn the head of every fool,
Myself a fool among them.
In a window over Mortem Street
You can see me here, too,
Looking out on the soft avenue
Made softer by you.
In that window over Mortem Street,
I watched the others smell the roses
And never smelled one.
You deserve every rose,
And maybe I could drop them by one day,
When maybe your glow is low enough
And I can catch your eye in the window.
And maybe Mortem Street
Won’t be so lonely anymore.
Madzq Aug 2014
a medical love letter
Madzq
Aug 2014
Lovesick and you've got the cure.
Got all these symptoms. You know what for.
Don't be afraid of this contagious disease,
Just take my requisition form.
I've made room for you in my atria and ventricle.
You're the capillary to my arteriole and venule.
You're the amniotic fluid to the child in my heart.
I find you even in the interstitial parts.
Treatment like uours is like a centrifugAl force.
So be the **** stasis my heart is longing for.
Some homeostasis is what we need.
We will make compromises to succeed.
Lay me supine and you in prone.
Sensory neurons fire
Exocrine glands make to pressure
Spark endocrine glands to hear you moan.
Without your heart I'd be anemic.
Withiutbyour arms I'd be half a paraplegic.
Your kisses give me air, without them I'm cyatonic.
You're the fibrin in my veins, to my pain an anesthetic.
I'm ready for some long-term care and affection.
Got a chronic condition that needs your attention.
I k now I'm concluded, parts of me sclerosed.
Don't wait post mortem to know that you're the most.
Got all these symptoms. You know what for.
Don't be afraid of this contagious disease,
Just take my requisition form.
I've made room for you in my atria and ventricle.
You're the capillary to my arteriole and venule.
You're the amniotic fluid to the child in my heart.
I find you even in the interstitial parts.
Treatment like uours is like a centrifugAl force.
So be the **** stasis my heart is longing for.
Some homeostasis is what we need.
We will make compromises to succeed.
Lay me supine and you in prone.
Sensory neurons fire
Exocrine glands make to pressure
Spark endocrine glands to hear you moan.
Without your heart I'd be anemic.
Withiutbyour arms I'd be half a paraplegic.
Your kisses give me air, without them I'm cyatonic.
You're the fibrin in my veins, to my pain an anesthetic.
I'm ready for some long-term care and affection.
Got a chronic condition that needs your attention.
I k now I'm concluded, parts of me sclerosed.
Don't wait post mortem to know that you're the most.
I wrote this for my partner as a way to help me memories my medical terminology.
harvey Mar 2014
pulchram mortem
harvey
Mar 2014
you're like lavender hills
and tropical skies
the words between my lips
and the warmth between my thighs
and tropical skies
the words between my lips
and the warmth between my thighs