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
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.
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?
as the leaves fall
from the trees,
i spend hours inside,
trying to make myself
seem better than i am.
seem like cries for attention,
let me in
so i can finally
Why 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