Why do you cover your shell but not your soul? To taunt the man who keeps you from being whole? Is the 'liberation of your body' just to mask these oppressive cries? Doesn't the height of obscenity come from the message in your eyes?
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No, sir
Yes sir no sir I don't know sir, Said my prayers and held the door sir, Wondering where my independence goes sir. Is there anything else I can do? Is it black or is it white sir, Bathroom breaks are not a right sir, Basic respect is out of sight sir. Is there anything else … Continue reading No, sir
Ekphrasis
You are a novel, my love. And I am a bibliophile locked in an abyss of captivation. You are a gift of concinnity, my love. And I am unable to characterize this ineffable enchantment. You are my story's axis, my love. And I can only describe you with anecdotes. You are a philistine's worst nightmare, … Continue reading Ekphrasis
Time’s Up
you could be a flower, Elegant Plucked from your soil to make someone happy, For a while You could be a lion, Mighty Deposited into a cage to make someone happy, For a while You could be art, Dramatic Sculpted in vain to make someone happy, For a while Will you know when your time … Continue reading Time’s Up
Indefinite
a bend in the wall a crease in the sheet a brush of your hand a missed glance when we meet indefinite, unseen, undefined, loose I bring home the things I can't introduce - Maz McN
Hear Me Roar
Breathe ferocious Elope with fierce Remodel yourself with animal print Use your words Use your fists because In that dress only their eyes will listen - Maz McN
Prince Harming
Once upon a time there was A girl who wasn't me She had handprints on her hips and thighs but still always tried to please Lips and cheeks of rosy red But skin required to thicken Her naive complexion saturated with the virgin white colour of victim Once upon a time there was A girl … Continue reading Prince Harming
Syzygy
Life is simple in the moonlight. You however shine like a new constellation, a suit of armour, an exhibition. I merely reflect. The moon and sun in synchrony. We were aligned in syzygy. - Maz McN
Best Served Cold
trickle trickle let it tickle let their words be cruel and fickle they aren't sure which hole they're digging wakey wakey I have rose and shone all petty empathy has truly gone soon they'll know which hole they're digging hold your hopes high, your head down low my hand grenade is about to blow this … Continue reading Best Served Cold
Kidding
who decides what a joke is? you make clowns want to hang up their wigs and noses, empty the jar of circus laughs until it closes, you're the only one who hasn't noticed - Maz McN
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