Quietly the light it gathers

slowly comes the start of day

tranquillized and peaceful forces

gradual trail from eastward way

Pastels of colors carefully formed

and crystal moons in the rising sky

through which direction wind is blowing

every sound echoes softly by

Independent, cherished gold

soulful, touching through beauty’s eyes

there is waking on the Earth

welcoming the warmth of the sunrise

-3344marigold, 2017






The Other Wes Moore (Book Review)


Baltimore in the 1970s was a rough place. Around every corner were gangs of drug dealers and thieves, and the word murder was commonly used as much as it was committed. Growing up was especially hard for Wes, whose father had died when he was very young. Later on in his life, Wes learned that there was another man who grew up not far from himself, who shared his name. But their fates went in the opposite direction. Both boys had a troubled childhood. The other Wes was fatherless as well, and both battled moving and bad friendships. Friendships that led the other Wes to becoming a drug dealer in his early teens, and eventually taking part in a robbery and murder of a police officer. Both got in trouble with the police. Wes had trouble at academic school, and his mother eventually sent him off to military school. Finally finding his place and respect, Wes graduated from John Hopkins University and became a Rhodes Scholar. Both Wes’ were in the same situation. So how did their paths lead in completely opposite directions? Wes was so fascinated by this, he decided to visit the other Wes in Prison and find out more. Maybe it was because the other Wes grew up without an older man to be his role model. Or maybe it was his neighborhoods in his early life. But in the Novel The Other Wes Moore, written by Wes Moore, Wes finds out “the chilling truth that his story could have been mine. And the tragedy that my story could have been his.”

I would rate this book 5/5 stars for its depth and moral. A story may begin with a struggle, but you can still stand strong and become a great person. Because of certain language and content, my age recommendation is 13+. But of course, a mature reader below that age is welcome to read it if they see fit.




My throat has ached for the longest time

my eyes are teary and dull

this deep depression overtook me

and loneliness filled my soul

My face is blank and I cannot speak

for I have nothing to speak for

there is nowhere for me to walk

I can only encounter this closed door

I’m trapped inside this somber cell

sitting at the bottom of your weathered well

until you change forever I’ll dwell

boiling in misfortunes’ spell

My thoughts are clouded by gloom and grief

swarmed in hatred and disbelief

my heart is enveloped in the darkest wreath

and yet you still stand there with one half of my missing piece.

 -Marie Walters, 2017



Falling Heights


Do you lack imagination

where do your loyalties lie

when you find yourself feeling down

do you soar high up in the sky


Can you understand the feelings

of the beings around you

without even knowing

who they are


And why does watching

the birds flying up so high

make you feel down


Or does it lift you up?


But to do that you must have imagination

and know where your loyalties lie

and when you find yourself down

soar high up in the sky


And understand the feelings

of the beings around you

without even knowing

who they are


And when you feel the wind on your face

from the top of the tallest tree

and then fall down



and yet you’re still higher than you’ve ever been before.


-Marie Walters, June 2017





The Candle

My candle flickers

fall and rise

the flame is golden

enlightened eyes

they see the future

and the past

they know beginning

and the last

fulfillment is not

just a word

for it grants us

wings of the bird

to fly and turn

and shift and soar



the wick it burns

through life itself

it represents not

foolish wealth

that which people


their strengths

and goals

point where they’re from

the wax a body

burning low

when it runs out

a soul must go

a life long-lived

a heart that’s full

a mind at peace

with beauty’s lull

my candle flickers

swoops then dies

my body is gone

my soul will rise


-Marie Walters, October 2017

Confliction of Feelings

The best way to clear your mind is with a fresh start; a new day, an unread book, a blank paper. Your head is so full of everything that thinking is impossible, and you can’t focus on the current world. Your thoughts are drawn to something irrelevant, that no one else finds care to worry about. But you just can’t get it off your mind. Everything you do is a struggle, like trying to swim against the waves in the ocean. Every time you think you have a way out, CRASH. Another wave hits you, reminding you of that burden you shouldn’t have to bear. So why are you bearing it then? We have a choice to do things, the capability to know right from wrong. And yet our feelings always lead us down a road that overtakes us, making us weak and selfish. Your wisdom cannot be shared if you have no care to share it. New opportunities cannot be pursued if you have no care to pursue them. But your feelings can always be felt, that is something that we have no control over. Let me ask, how do you deal with yours?

What I describe as these overtaking feelings is not for every emotion. Most of the time, it is good to feel. We feel love, joy, grief, hurt, and compassion. The endless positive persuaders of the mind are not evil. But when you let your mind take over is where the problem begins. There is now room for excessive longing, hatred, and depression. They are unexpected and tolling. The confliction of feelings it that you no longer have the control, and your life just turns upside down because of the smallest thing possible. You have to fight the waves. And never stop. Because the longer you fight, the stronger you become. And then you may take control once more.

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Cornfield Moon


The night is dark

the field is bright

the moon emits

its white blue light

the grasses wave

beneath the stars

oh silent night

whilst near or far

the air is clean

it smells so sweet

of corn and hay

and tall dried wheat

raccoons are hunting

for their loot

the old grey owl

perched and hoots

trees are black

against the sky

still when no one

dares to fly

asleep are people

in their homes

while white tailed deer

graze where they roam

invisible locusts

sing and chime

while the breeze

moves slowly

passing in time

flocks of birds

deep in their nests

bury their heads

to ge a good rest

the moon glows bright

and far below

the world pleads for it

not to go

deep in the heart

of the cornfield moon

that wish is granted

to come again soon.


– Marie Walters, August 2017