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Mary X
Mary X
(19.01.1987 / London, England)
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Mary X Poems
- Masturbation. There are times when you simply cannot do ...
- Bipolar Barbie. There was this Barbie-doll girl I knew who ...
- Truth. Fishing for wood on the edge of my mattress
- A Love Letter. I sit in the dark niches Alone. Even ...
- Muslim Woman. I open up my book of thoughts And memories, ...
- A Realization At The Perfect M... Every night when I’m ...
- Culture Of Ithey/I. they told me that walking to the ...
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Masturbation.
There are times when you simply
cannot do anything.
You lay there in Medusa’s
ugly vision, sat in granite
with nothing apart from
the breast you are touching.
It isn’t even a breast,
just a pocket of air
that your mind urges you to think is
a beautifully sculpted woman.
That doesn’t matter though,
we find our pleasures
anyway,
whether it be a candle’s tone
a man’s fingering hand
or the piece of gentle anatomy
that you have held in your pocket.
Mary X.
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No matter what happens on here, i do hope to read your name one day. in print.
Instead of up on a screen.
You have more passion than most people have in a lifetime and it floods
your pen with honesty. keep building new visions, new outlooks all the time.
And you’ll grow forever.
Mary is, without doubt, one of the most talented people I have encountered. Her work is 'in-yer-face' but without the pretentiousness. There is an incredible dynamism that is lacking in a lot of artistic work of today.
The freshness that she brings to poetry is breathtaking. If this woman is not published then the publishing world is run by crooks and wankers.
there are very few people that I would call cutting-edge. Most are happy to go along reading and writing the same guff; not wanting to move beyond the experienced. Mary is not one of those. her poems expound, not only attitude, but freshness. She tends towards the ' in-yer-face' school but without any pretentions or falseness.
There is a realness and honesty to Mary's works that is lacking in a lot of artists these days; who are void of direction. Mary should be published. Out there and in yer face. As by-wordish as ... well... fairy liquid.