Max Marie

Hiii. I'm Max Marie, and I like to write. I'll mostly post my poetry on here, critiques are welcome, and if you would like me to critique you feel free to ask. Some of my writings can be a bit depressing, so be warned about that. I also occasionally just rant on here, or just talk about how my day was.

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a dream of forbiden fathers 

I had a dream where you watched me wash my hair  You sobbed at my innocence  You cradled my head in your lap My naked body lay comfortably cold on the wet tile  Your daughters watch me  Their eyes burn into my skull  Jealousy and the truth  They mix well when I am with you  Like wine and smoke  Like smoke and love Why do you care for me so gently  Not as you have before  Your cracked lips parted and you leaned close to my ear  Speak little nothings and little everythings  Say that you want me and me alone 

My body aches from the burden of knowing you

[maxmarieluvsbugs]

I forgot I had a poetry blog... oops

[maxmarieluvsbugs]

Sailing Alone

I’ve never thought about death quite as much as I have today I don’t want to die I haven't wanted to in a long time

Today Maybe I did

I hope that death is as peaceful as you made it seem I want to be carried to bed By my father And my mother I want to sleep in a pile of soft soft soft I want to drift out to sea I want to sleep for a long time And when I wake up I want to see you

You were supposed to carry me to bed With our father And our mother You were supposed to be with me On the pile of soft soft soft You were supposed to drift to sea with me

But now I have to see you Laying there In the suit that we picked out Covered with lilies and daisies and dandelions Cold Hard Grey

You’re not you You stopped being you the moment I carried you to bed Alone And laid you on a pile of soft soft soft And watched you drift to sea Without me

[maxmarieluvsbugs]

Ammonia

Childish dreams of Ecstasy

Eyeliner and shag carpet and fluoride

People i never knew

At my death bed

Watching me sleep

Cough syrup and protruding nails and fluoride 

Sounds of soft crying at my door

Long car rides to a quiet place

Burlap and scabs and fluoride

Memories of white roses painted pink

Pink roses painted red

Blood in a tube

Dripping

Dripping

Stopped

No more eyeliner

No more cough syrup

No more burlap

No more fluoride

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[maxmarieluvsbugs]

Children

13 years old and already 

Daydreams of haze 

Smoke and chocolate 

Fill my brain

Eating at it

Carving it away 

Destroying it

Like a bathroom stall

15 years old and already 

Rotted away

A withered shell

A faceless name

A ghost without a body 

A body without a soul

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[maxmarieluvsbugs]

Escitalopram

I can tell that it’s getting bad again 

My hair is falling out

I have puffy bags under my eyes

I think that it’s stopped working 

The hallucinations

The fear

The

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I know that something is wrong

There are too many shadows on the walls 

The voices coming out aren’t my own 

The floor twists and shouts

I need to leave

I need to get out

I need 

Something