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
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:
Dipsy Blonde With Glasses.
The dipsy blonde with glasses Is bending over again, Trying to re-arrange her
There was this Barbie-doll girl I knew who grew into a Barbie-doll woman.
There’s something in this room that’s wrong.
Tap, Tap, Tap.
I want an old typewriter. my friend told me that she got a second-hand one today,
Gut through your old torn and dog-eared books of thoughts and philosophies,
My Soul And I.
We travelled into Eden Just to find destruction. A war of beauty.
Disposal Of The Rubbish!
Every time I flip the page of this book: ‘Brave New World’
This coin spins with a magnetic current Under it’s wing. I spin it with anticipation: see which side surfaces.
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
Bring the wall the face, the eye the speaker talking with rapid tones. The street too cold - no one walks it.
We wish with our placid eyes.
We gaze to the starry-sky to gain
attributes to new bells of freedom.
The rain isn’t going to stop falling.
As much as you can say the sun hurt me
I know it didn’t. It was quiet reverie
that burnt my woods and tickled
my soul, until the day ended,