Mary X

Rookie (19.01.1987 / London, England)

Mary X Poems

41. Master Plans And Hoodlums 9/17/2006
42. Corners. 9/3/2006
43. The Lighter. 9/1/2006
44. How The Sticks Hurt On The Bonfire. 8/28/2006
45. Shiny Gung Ho Knives. 9/4/2006
46. The Pill[ow]. 9/22/2006
47. List This! 9/20/2006
48. The Cats Rely On Me. 8/29/2006
49. Apathy 9/26/2009
50. Four Walls. 8/28/2006
51. Survival Technique Number 1. 9/19/2006
52. [no Title] 4/10/2009
53. No Critical Understanding. 10/7/2006
54. Art Of Picture Hanging. 9/26/2006
55. Where Do The Oceans Go. 8/28/2006
56. Alveolar Osteitis. 9/26/2006
57. Father I Am. 10/7/2006
58. The Envelope. 9/6/2006
59. Reboot And Repeat. 9/15/2006
60. Now. 9/3/2006
61. He Once Knew An Angel. 9/12/2006
62. Malapropos Kingdom. 9/12/2006
63. Dipsy Blonde With Glasses. 9/3/2006
64. Culture Of Ithey/I. 9/29/2006
65. A Realization At The Perfect Moment. 9/13/2006
66. A Love Letter. 8/28/2006
67. Muslim Woman. 8/29/2006
68. Truth. 9/5/2006
69. Bipolar Barbie. 9/15/2006
70. Masturbation. 9/5/2006

Comments about Mary X

  • Goldy Locks (9/21/2006 3:46:00 AM)

    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.

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  • Joseph Daly (9/14/2006 12:24:00 PM)

    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.

  • Joseph Daly (9/14/2006 12:18:00 PM)

    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.

Best Poem of Mary X


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

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.

Read the full of Masturbation.

Where Do The Oceans Go.

And where do the birds go
when Winter settles its spiralling hands?

And where do the worms go
when Rain has stopped it’s angry gale?

And where do I go
when I have lost an army
and an ocean?

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