02/13/2023
Boss Man said 'write me a poem' so I did. I wrote many. In my head skies and in real life - whatever that REALality is.
So here you go Mister Monstroux, with the deepest condolences to the loved ones of My Respect For You.
My Respect is survived by My Love and My Loyalty For You as well as their cousin, My Faith In You. My Respect was a beautiful soul, though conniving at some times and he lived a much shorter life than expected, though a longer one than most believed he would. Predeceased by our dear Christopher Robin, My Respect For You left us suddenly after a long battle we thought was won. Of course, lost battles are won, just not by the ones we wish had victory.
Demented Matron ~ AVY 💜
Lilith you dear fiend,
Who gives a damn about you,
Your angel eyes,
Your back stabbing truth.
No one belittles you,
Not to your face or behind,
For you have eyes,
And ears everywhere spying.
We are quiet but still,
Wishing we were loved by you,
Our mother and protector,
Insane though you may be.
The Perspective of V ~ AVY 💜
I always know when you’re coming my dear,
One because I feel your presence a million miles away,
Two because of that pretty jingle jangle, jingle jangle with every step,
Three because I know you my dear,
From your loudest thump to your lightest tip toe.
I hear you coming to me from across the world,
As I wait with bated breath,
For that last step that brings you into my arms,
As your beautiful lips gently brush mine,
It’s as if you can hear wedding bells every time.
Then it’s the Honey Moon over and over again,
As tangled limbs mix in a soup of sweat and adoration,
With a base of love and just a dash of delicious pain,
We bring this soup high onto the most gorgeous of mountains,
To land laughing in the clouds.
The clouds place us in the most lush of foliage,
Where we roll into a gentle stream of the most perfect crystal water you’ve ever seen,
Finally we climb out onto wonderfully cool grass under the protection,
Of the fairies and shade of old trees growing up for miles,
We rest there peacefully together in true informed bliss.
A Poem For A Not So Good Sir - Does it Matter? Aka Avian the ALLEiN 🖤
He gasps at Heaven's first light,
Craving attention he sings,
Wrapping a song in the night,
The life of eternity rings.
- Miss Monster, Daughter of V Moon and Allen Monstroux
And no, my parents don't know I'm doing this or even that I am in full possession of their naive friend who shares a body with 'The Illustrious Avy' (so named by Mr. Monstroux himself), nor that I named my mother and myself. Dad might be pi**ed or proud, hard to tell. likely both. Some may say I'm delusional, but darlings, haven't you heard of playing the fame?
