MaresalMusca's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by MaresalMusca — There are currently 9 poems total — keep up the great work!

Renowned She was renowned for her talent of fainting in public when I understood her looks. I was chasing her with a vial full of pungent ardors and making no difference between feelings. Their presence was indicating my own absence in me, becoming more a... – *by Maresal Musca*	1 View added 2 years ago	Rating
Our poetry Our poetry stood dead beside us. I had taken the handkerchief from her chest to wipe my eyes. We were all sad by need. The nullity of solidarity made the voices accompany each other to the bottom of wine glasses where, dizzy, they were transforming... – *by Maresal Musca*	3 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Qualitative feelings The children were lined up, holding the handle of their stainless steel hearts in front of indulgent parents, waiting for the amniotic fluid supplement in a justification of love infusion. Over some years or people they’re going to be dispossessed... – *by Maresal Musca*	27 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Yet We were still refusing to unscrew, lapping that taste of octane number in the mouth of the arsonist. We were still feeding on remnants of orgasms, bandaging the feelings’ cirrhosis. We were refusing guidance on all our surface, allowing us false... – *by Maresal Musca*	2 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
The joy of crosses Other people injected the earth with us in the same wombs imitator capsules, convinced that the ease of loving can be cumbered by mounds. Although the earth refused to do its duty and none of us was crushed by the illusion that divine love could be... – *by Maresal Musca*	1 View added 2 years ago	Rating
Dogs Your dogs are obedient. Your dogs recognize me as I approach. Serotonin-dogs run wild, licking your cheeks until they blush. The breath-dog pants, chased by the heart-dog. The inconsolable uterine-dog is fawning, then scratches the little... – *by Maresal Musca*	21 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Woman’s grace The procession of your laughter merged in a reactionary delight with my will, forcing the birth of a chest that could have housed us. I was sipping from your sound sparks the elaborate taste of the earth and I would have taken your contents in... – *by Maresal Musca*	3 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Demonstration The breast I bit is being transformed into impure milk through the veins that intuitively feed the meat clinging to you. The saliva I swallowed in a personal disinterest becomes fresh cirrhosis, rolling inside the stomach that aspires to come out of... – *by Maresal Musca*	1 View added 2 years ago	Rating
Forced We were somehow forced by the bones to stay in the flesh that never prays while we preached to ourselves to subsist in the casemate-bodies. We only possessed a love of takings and a perfect tearing technique, the grenades of the eyes were in a... – *by Maresal Musca*	2 Views added 2 years ago	Rating