Submissions by mariellewrites
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
8th Dec 2017 00:06am
8th Dec 2017 00:06am
undoings
i was just there
when candles went bare
when there was just a stare
when I was fixated , yet unprepared
and i was just standing
there
with too many cares
in times when I would dare
speak the words, but
blocked by all I've learnt
my diffidence, my hesitance
like who i am
when walking through
the world
like who i was
when i became
undone, unfurled
with the winds
blowing my dreams
whispering deep things
undoing my openings
when candles went bare
when there was just a stare
when I was fixated , yet unprepared
and i was just standing
there
with too many cares
in times when I would dare
speak the words, but
blocked by all I've learnt
my diffidence, my hesitance
like who i am
when walking through
the world
like who i was
when i became
undone, unfurled
with the winds
blowing my dreams
whispering deep things
undoing my openings
599 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2017 1:12am
3rd Dec 2017 1:12am
in this
this is time
replaced
body stretch across open space
eclipse of race
justice falling all over the place
i am fine.
pleasantly unrefined. morality of die i confine my actions
and roll
in questions
caught in boxes
clever in the emotions
analyzing distraction
pouring in daydream
and im caught in fences of standards
conformity
normality
stories
of never getting out of
whats to come of me
i cant decide
whether to run of hide
i realize
i am already
in this
replaced
body stretch across open space
eclipse of race
justice falling all over the place
i am fine.
pleasantly unrefined. morality of die i confine my actions
and roll
in questions
caught in boxes
clever in the emotions
analyzing distraction
pouring in daydream
and im caught in fences of standards
conformity
normality
stories
of never getting out of
whats to come of me
i cant decide
whether to run of hide
i realize
i am already
in this
646 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2017 10:51pm
1st Dec 2017 10:51pm
green wheat field dream
and in the end I was trailed
amongst the deadness
and the green
just rain came clean
my hair merely free
Some serendipity
following
that lost
coyote
amongst the deadness
and the green
just rain came clean
my hair merely free
Some serendipity
following
that lost
coyote
932 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2017 4:53pm
28th Nov 2017 4:53pm
chain smoker (daisy chain)
sometimes i smoke cigarettes
for the poor girl out west
for the little soul trying to rest
for the free wind
carelessness
moments left to caress
i just try to hold onto the tests
forgetting it all
just let it digest
i could have given it to the rest
but i was left in the sandy wind
with these harpsichords…these electronic guitar strings…
who knew you could
“change my world…change the whirl..”
left only to let it swirl
those cigarettes… out the windowsill
all those thoughts and hours
meant to just...
for the poor girl out west
for the little soul trying to rest
for the free wind
carelessness
moments left to caress
i just try to hold onto the tests
forgetting it all
just let it digest
i could have given it to the rest
but i was left in the sandy wind
with these harpsichords…these electronic guitar strings…
who knew you could
“change my world…change the whirl..”
left only to let it swirl
those cigarettes… out the windowsill
all those thoughts and hours
meant to just...
784 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Nov 2017 1:28am
27th Nov 2017 1:28am
white cold
when all my dreams
were met by their makers
I come here in winter
For the trees
For the trees
For their quiet reckoning
this silence on casted deed
where treason lies among a shadow green
come from winter
for me the white cold came following
marielle
2-2016
were met by their makers
I come here in winter
For the trees
For the trees
For their quiet reckoning
this silence on casted deed
where treason lies among a shadow green
come from winter
for me the white cold came following
marielle
2-2016
790 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Nov 2017 5:17pm
26th Nov 2017 5:17pm
capsized
In a world where it all matters
There was you
Clenching my cheek
A new beginning , rise
Like thoughts in the newest nights
I held him close
And casted twilight
Fore new day’s dawn brought the tide
Awakening in love ,the eyes
Touching the lantern, Thursdays
I cried some days
Blinking a new way through the lies
A soft guitar, the sweet squirrel
Who knew they could change the whirl
Turn the world
In blankets capsized
There was you
Clenching my cheek
A new beginning , rise
Like thoughts in the newest nights
I held him close
And casted twilight
Fore new day’s dawn brought the tide
Awakening in love ,the eyes
Touching the lantern, Thursdays
I cried some days
Blinking a new way through the lies
A soft guitar, the sweet squirrel
Who knew they could change the whirl
Turn the world
In blankets capsized
734 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Nov 2017 11:23pm
19th Nov 2017 11:23pm
i had a dream about you
i had a dream about you
but I’m not going to tell you
about it
I’m going to hold onto the sycamores
their leaves
get plenty of sun
today
ill hold onto fires pull the chest out
from the hidden attic
gather rocks from
under the pool
i had a dream about you
but I’m not going to tell you
about it
marielle L
but I’m not going to tell you
about it
I’m going to hold onto the sycamores
their leaves
get plenty of sun
today
ill hold onto fires pull the chest out
from the hidden attic
gather rocks from
under the pool
i had a dream about you
but I’m not going to tell you
about it
marielle L
1172 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2017 11:11pm
19th Nov 2017 11:11pm
Walking woodland
when you didn’t know
about the foxes,
about the burrows
she knows
her dreams are afterglows
came to wonder in woes
she let herself show
washed in stillwater , ran to shore
with whiskers that whispered
among the ivory towers you kept her hid
and she knows, she knows
of the moon, the stars
and i don’t know where life goes
when lids remain closed
when the comfort gives
when the tales reminisce
light forged with his feathery fist
marielle 10-2015
about the foxes,
about the burrows
she knows
her dreams are afterglows
came to wonder in woes
she let herself show
washed in stillwater , ran to shore
with whiskers that whispered
among the ivory towers you kept her hid
and she knows, she knows
of the moon, the stars
and i don’t know where life goes
when lids remain closed
when the comfort gives
when the tales reminisce
light forged with his feathery fist
marielle 10-2015
572 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2017 5:36pm
18th Nov 2017 5:36pm
(to find myself amongst the leaves)
Your eyes are eclipses
On the other side
Your face radiating this light
When you’re young you’re young
And stupid sometimes
I found you
But what matters
On the edge of my shoes
You try to find a second
Belonging to someone
But who else can tell me
To be me
To be free
To find myself
Amongst the leaves
marielle L
On the other side
Your face radiating this light
When you’re young you’re young
And stupid sometimes
I found you
But what matters
On the edge of my shoes
You try to find a second
Belonging to someone
But who else can tell me
To be me
To be free
To find myself
Amongst the leaves
marielle L
645 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2017 2:02am
18th Nov 2017 2:02am
authentic lazarus
its not that i didn’t care, but was
left bare
and channeling
to just be
intuitive
and haunting
could i be an actual person
amongst
drawings
faint glimpses of recollection
causing
i longed to be
actual
authentic
circling
raw, relentless, real
we could open each other up
tell eachother what we really feel
to be vivid, ethereal
marielle
left bare
and channeling
to just be
intuitive
and haunting
could i be an actual person
amongst
drawings
faint glimpses of recollection
causing
i longed to be
actual
authentic
circling
raw, relentless, real
we could open each other up
tell eachother what we really feel
to be vivid, ethereal
marielle
722 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2017 2:37pm
17th Nov 2017 2:37pm
Upstairs
I didn’t think you wanted me upstairs
As paths were tiptoes
Lies were undisclosed
As time was kept in hidden burrows
Choices were meant to be
Shown
I held your hand in days I carried
with me in the wooden clary
Strong sage was willed and safely
Hid in the dresser drawers
Fiddled with fiddles and cymbals
Your eyes matching glass windows
Marielle- 2016
As paths were tiptoes
Lies were undisclosed
As time was kept in hidden burrows
Choices were meant to be
Shown
I held your hand in days I carried
with me in the wooden clary
Strong sage was willed and safely
Hid in the dresser drawers
Fiddled with fiddles and cymbals
Your eyes matching glass windows
Marielle- 2016
663 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Nov 2017 6:14pm
16th Nov 2017 6:14pm
a thousand dreams
I’m born of a thousand dreams
left to little scenes
in a time of lions, in a time of wolves
the dark endures the light
born of pains at night
single moments left to caress
a dead sycamore , a crying bird
in a time of my virtue, in a time of my song
eight wands
pointed to flying sparrows
and a gate will open to thee
the end will last at the leaves of a tree
I’m born of a thousand dreams
in a time of war in a time of wound
marielle 2015
left to little scenes
in a time of lions, in a time of wolves
the dark endures the light
born of pains at night
single moments left to caress
a dead sycamore , a crying bird
in a time of my virtue, in a time of my song
eight wands
pointed to flying sparrows
and a gate will open to thee
the end will last at the leaves of a tree
I’m born of a thousand dreams
in a time of war in a time of wound
marielle 2015
1086 reads
16 Comments
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