Submissions by MadameLavender
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Mud Fairy
(Written for Miki's "Beyond Crazy" competiton)
I called him “husband”
And he called me “stupid bitch”;
I, the dreamer,
The Mud Fairy,
Dirt dripping from my wings,
Keeping me from flight.
I saw it coming
And I should have flown
Away—
At the start,
But I was hopeful that he’d change.
It only got worse.
Gazing from his ivory tower,
Nothing was ever good enough
And no one measured up to him.
Life revolved around the fear of his unhappiness;
I sacrificed my everything,
And the knot in...
I called him “husband”
And he called me “stupid bitch”;
I, the dreamer,
The Mud Fairy,
Dirt dripping from my wings,
Keeping me from flight.
I saw it coming
And I should have flown
Away—
At the start,
But I was hopeful that he’d change.
It only got worse.
Gazing from his ivory tower,
Nothing was ever good enough
And no one measured up to him.
Life revolved around the fear of his unhappiness;
I sacrificed my everything,
And the knot in...
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Body Parts And Dead Things
(Written for Hades' "Let Us Mosh" competition)
By The Heathen Queens (fictional metal band)
(To the tune of “Country House” by Seether)
Well I’m crouching and creeping around
The cemetery on knees and hands.
Yes I lurk when there’s no one around;
I’m just a resurrectionist man.
Hey, bet your money on me—
I’ll desecrate the graves.
Hey well the dead are calling—
Dig up the riches that wait.
I do my job with morbid intentions.
I’ll sell what body parts and jewels I will find.
Spade! I...
By The Heathen Queens (fictional metal band)
(To the tune of “Country House” by Seether)
Well I’m crouching and creeping around
The cemetery on knees and hands.
Yes I lurk when there’s no one around;
I’m just a resurrectionist man.
Hey, bet your money on me—
I’ll desecrate the graves.
Hey well the dead are calling—
Dig up the riches that wait.
I do my job with morbid intentions.
I’ll sell what body parts and jewels I will find.
Spade! I...
82 reads
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The Rocky Road Ice Cream Show
(Parody Of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show”, set to the tune of “Sweet Transvestite”, written for Missy's "50 Sheds of Gray" competition.)
Well how do you do
I see you’ve met my ice cream scoop;
You want to shove it into me.
And pull out a bite
Of marshmallows inside
My outer chocolate covering.
But don’t be ashamed
While we play this game—
You’re going to lick my nuts today.
I might melt on your bed
But dammit, Janet, instead
I’ll give you an ice cream headache.
I’m just a sweet frozen yummy...
Well how do you do
I see you’ve met my ice cream scoop;
You want to shove it into me.
And pull out a bite
Of marshmallows inside
My outer chocolate covering.
But don’t be ashamed
While we play this game—
You’re going to lick my nuts today.
I might melt on your bed
But dammit, Janet, instead
I’ll give you an ice cream headache.
I’m just a sweet frozen yummy...
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The Order Of Buck Futt (Or The Epistle To The Children Of The Apocalypse From Their Dyslexic Leader)
(Written for Miki's "If DUP Ran The World" Competition)
**In the Year 2100, the following decree has been set forth by Buck Futt, so named for the first thing he saw upon discovery of the ancient texts and graphics of Deep Underground Poetry.
“Arise, yougn wanderers of the post apocalyptic wordl! I, Buck Futt, do hereby declaer, that in my state of dyslexia, I have received an epiphany from the prophets fo the past. As I have taken my name from the fisrt image displayed to me from Deep Undergroudn, that of anal sex, so shall you also take your names...
**In the Year 2100, the following decree has been set forth by Buck Futt, so named for the first thing he saw upon discovery of the ancient texts and graphics of Deep Underground Poetry.
“Arise, yougn wanderers of the post apocalyptic wordl! I, Buck Futt, do hereby declaer, that in my state of dyslexia, I have received an epiphany from the prophets fo the past. As I have taken my name from the fisrt image displayed to me from Deep Undergroudn, that of anal sex, so shall you also take your names...
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Battlefield Angel
(Written for Kourtnissixxx's "Fieldtrip to Summerland" competiton)
The war in the Heavenlies
Spilled into the fields of man
And they fought against each other,
Brother and brother,
Cousin and cousin,
Ripping apart what was once united,
What should have remained bonded.
A lone woman
Walked the battlefields
And they called her “Angel”
For she evaded death by the bullet
And brought comfort to those
Shredded by the war within itself.
Clara—
Her hand touched in healing,
And when the Lord called her home...
The war in the Heavenlies
Spilled into the fields of man
And they fought against each other,
Brother and brother,
Cousin and cousin,
Ripping apart what was once united,
What should have remained bonded.
A lone woman
Walked the battlefields
And they called her “Angel”
For she evaded death by the bullet
And brought comfort to those
Shredded by the war within itself.
Clara—
Her hand touched in healing,
And when the Lord called her home...
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Pigs
119 reads
4 Comments
Gumballs And Roadkill
(Written for Anna's "Road Trip" competition)
The heatwaves wiggled across the highway in the distance as we drove down the road, Anna and I, the windows of our 1969 Pontiac GTO, rolled down to let our hair whip in the wind as we sped through the desert heat. The car was flaming orange, like many of the gumballs we’d garnished from the various gas stations and truck stops, we’d frequented during the day. There were other colors, too, of course, like purple and green, but the orange ones left the messiest stains on our fingers as they melted slightly in the...
The heatwaves wiggled across the highway in the distance as we drove down the road, Anna and I, the windows of our 1969 Pontiac GTO, rolled down to let our hair whip in the wind as we sped through the desert heat. The car was flaming orange, like many of the gumballs we’d garnished from the various gas stations and truck stops, we’d frequented during the day. There were other colors, too, of course, like purple and green, but the orange ones left the messiest stains on our fingers as they melted slightly in the...
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Seriously?
(Written for Tacete's "Too much, so little" competition)
Seriously?
I,
The woeful statistic,
Inching toward fifty,
Grudgingly ninja'd
By the sneaky ten pounds here to stay,
Do heartily declare:
"F*ck my life."
Seriously?
I,
The woeful statistic,
Inching toward fifty,
Grudgingly ninja'd
By the sneaky ten pounds here to stay,
Do heartily declare:
"F*ck my life."
61 reads
8 Comments
Salt And Light
(Written for the "Inspired By A Melody" competition)
Salt And Light
I am but a grain of salt
In the palm of the Lord,
Small, fragmented
Yet flavored and prismed—
Unique.
A passageway for the colors
To traverse and reflect,
To the others
As we lift up and bend the rainbows back
To the white light of eternity.
Unisoned, hopeful,
That we
Are the salt and the light of the Earth.
“Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is...
Salt And Light
I am but a grain of salt
In the palm of the Lord,
Small, fragmented
Yet flavored and prismed—
Unique.
A passageway for the colors
To traverse and reflect,
To the others
As we lift up and bend the rainbows back
To the white light of eternity.
Unisoned, hopeful,
That we
Are the salt and the light of the Earth.
“Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is...
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Jaded
(Written for the "Who Are You" competition)
I am the one who stared down death
And saw into eternity,
And liked what I saw,
Except now, I must finish “here”
In limbo, first,
Because it wasn’t my time to go yet.
Go figure….
But I’m one step closer to dying
Than the rest of you;
Or maybe not—
It’s all Russian Roulette, anyway,
Who will go, when.
Somehow,
Chemo makes the rest of everything else
Petty.
Shut the fucking fuck up,
Because nothing matters except you and God.
...
I am the one who stared down death
And saw into eternity,
And liked what I saw,
Except now, I must finish “here”
In limbo, first,
Because it wasn’t my time to go yet.
Go figure….
But I’m one step closer to dying
Than the rest of you;
Or maybe not—
It’s all Russian Roulette, anyway,
Who will go, when.
Somehow,
Chemo makes the rest of everything else
Petty.
Shut the fucking fuck up,
Because nothing matters except you and God.
...
43 reads
4 Comments
The REAL "Making" Of Michael Corleone
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5 Comments
The Shoe Whore
(Written for Lobode San Pedro's "Shoes" competition--entry #1)
I could not stand to look at it,
My heart,
So I buried it ‘neath the floorboards
As did the Unnamed One, to the Vulture-Eye,
But it beat,
Maddening….
You cannot deny…..who you are…..
I sought to block out the intruding thoughts,
As a storm cloud occludes the sun—
To no avail.
Come……touch……
So I lay on the floor,
My ear against the wood
Mesmerized by the whispers of mine heart there beneath;
The heart of a shoe-whore.
...
I could not stand to look at it,
My heart,
So I buried it ‘neath the floorboards
As did the Unnamed One, to the Vulture-Eye,
But it beat,
Maddening….
You cannot deny…..who you are…..
I sought to block out the intruding thoughts,
As a storm cloud occludes the sun—
To no avail.
Come……touch……
So I lay on the floor,
My ear against the wood
Mesmerized by the whispers of mine heart there beneath;
The heart of a shoe-whore.
...
50 reads
6 Comments
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