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






An Exercise In Futility



The memory of the moon,

Is lost and in a swoon.

‘Pon blue asphalt it falls,

It surges, it surges, it calls.


My remembrance of the rain,

Is washed away by pain.

‘Pon the road it falls,

Far from the elven-halls.

To Hear You Speak











I love words

And the only thing I love more than devouring them

By the handful

Is creating them.

Sometimes I throw them together haphazardly,

Sprinkle them wildly about myself;

Other times, I piece them together as carefully

As if I were assembling a living thing,

Each one a delicate cell with its own important purpose.


I love words,

So is it any wonder that I want to see

What you do with them?

I do not know much about you,

But I think

To hear you speak

Would tell me everything I need.



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





I drift away

Never to be seen by the light of day

Some may say it makes me dark

While I slowly back away form the brightness that once surrounded me

I lose my spirit when I bask in that black emptiness

It hurts me with such pain

So, I stumble in a frenzy of panic

The Thing steals me, haunts me, and takes me as their own

The desolation is a vacuum waiting to consume everyone and everything

My long gone spirit filled with a one-of-a-kind confidence has been taken

The hollow effect it has causes me to bail in an outburst of tears for hope of a better day

Sorrowfully I drift away from the mainstream society

Oh, how I constantly ask myself, Why am I such an Outcast?





Dark Rose

DarkRose.jpgWhy does the weeping flower stay,

It’s filled with nothing, it should decay

But there it stands with only pride

Oh, how I can not look at how it cried

It fills me with such sorrow

I even fear its life for tomorrow

Throughout the torture its suffered

It will not even stay covered

How I long to acquire the soul of that rose

Not to fear, this wish will not be lowest of lows

All I need is the power it wields

The type I do not breed whereas

A mere plant can have that power to withstand like no other

So, I wish to my father, cousins, brother, and mother

That no matter how hard I must try I will not wither away

Not even a moment to think about a chance of decay