Biography of Mary X
average. come healthy aesthetics come deadly sufferings.
Mary X's Works:
'The Water-Seeds Feel Themselves.'
'The Megdon Clan In Ratiop.'
Mary X Poems
There are times when you simply cannot do anything. You lay there in Medusa’s
There was this Barbie-doll girl I knew who grew into a Barbie-doll woman.
Fishing for wood on the edge of my mattress
A Love Letter.
I sit in the dark niches Alone. Even darkness reminds me Of you. Your sweet fingers Brushing against my neck and
I open up my book of thoughts And memories, and get struck With a whispery clatter of voices and a blowing force:
A Realization At The Perfect Moment.
Every night when I’m sitting between my walls, writing my poetry,
Culture Of Ithey/I.
they told me that walking to the shop was best done using a pair of old trainers. that way I’d be able to walk with
Dipsy Blonde With Glasses.
The dipsy blonde with glasses Is bending over again, Trying to re-arrange her
He Once Knew An Angel.
When you hurdle into your pit-painting gargling with salt-water,
Please just kindly slip under the mat and disappear. Don’t come near me,
Gut through your old torn and dog-eared books of thoughts and philosophies,
Where Do The Oceans Go.
And where do the birds go when Winter settles its spiralling hands? And where do the worms go
Art Of Picture Hanging.
true emotions don’t come easily. not when trying to express
No Critical Understanding.
did. did. the words.
A Love Letter.
I sit in the dark niches
Alone. Even darkness reminds me
Of you. Your sweet fingers
Brushing against my neck and
Paving my back. This is a poem
To you my Love. Sweet and pretty;
The morning dove. So, here I am,
Life has brought me,
But only you have taught me.