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Mary E Zollars Aug 2017
love as deep as an ocean
stretching further  than your reach
unexplored and unprotected
holding wonders without worth
treasures with no value
never to be spent nor saved

skimming the surface
you are too afraid to break
while others venture beyond
desperate to catch a glimpse
the wonders given
shared without prejudice
yet you stand to the side
never indulging, never satisfying

Alone on the surface,
the shore, the bank
watching and wading
dwelling and depressing
while I am waiting
desperate for your interest
your amazement, your love
wanting you to be claimed
loving no one else than I
wanting you to explore the
endless depths of my love
wanting you to take the dive
to venture forth, and to be mine
Mary E Zollars Aug 2017
In darkness, in secret
In light, in plain sight
With love, with tenderness
With jealousy, with torment
Through words, through wisdom
Through touch, through feel
No matter the height, the climb
No matter the depth, the dive
Whether I be healthy, be strong
Whether I be sickly, be weak
I will be there to protect
I will be there to love
For you I am a guardian
For you I am an angel
For my beloved, Jessica
Mary E Zollars Jun 2017
If a demon steals my angel,
Is it right to steal her back?
If I am an angel myself,
Is it right to perform such an act?
Will my deed, though with good intentions,
End with the most terrible of actions?
If my angel truly loves this demon,
Is it right to ignore its torturous affections?
If we were all souls of dangerous black,
Would it matter what I did to attack?
If they are loving yet torturing each other,
Is it right if it is only space they lack?
If it is unhealthy, risky, and they admit it,
Then perhaps it really is true that they befit it.
Mary E Zollars Jun 2017
Death does not ignore me
not even for a moment
I have his full attention
in complete enthrallment
A prisoner I am to his love
it is unlikely I will escape
Grasping tightly to my chest
I am unable to take full shape

Forever he lingers by my side
making me petrified
Only one weapon I have been granted
and on this I have relied
But still he lingers from behind
he wraps his fingers on me all the time
I am not ready to concede
for I am still in my prime

However one day, one day
I will be found undefended
Found without my weapon in cowardice
and that day while unattended
Without the object which I depended
He will take my life,
and my life will have ended
A piece focusing on my struggles with asthma.
Mary E Zollars Jun 2017
Ask yourself, why power?
Why not a better life?
It's finished. They need to stop.
Killing their own kind for money and power.
Bombs, missiles, and guns. But why?
Written by a dear friend, Kole Shumard, who said this to me after reading my poem "What do I do now?"
Mary E Zollars Jun 2017
Ice fills as my soul dies
Leaving my mind empty with nothing
Cold seeps through my chest to arms
Goodness leaves and hope flies
Body left paralyzed of shock and horror
Eyes at loss of all emotion and fear
Death brings its unwanted touch to my heart
Left amiss by a battlefield on screen
I am silent in the calmness of the room
I live the deaths of six people I never knew
Startled by the sudden crash, the screams, the horror
Silently, in the room of no harm nor terror
Without sound nor words nor acts of life
In the mind, the first mark on a blank white
I ask myself, “What do I do now?"
I wrote this after reading of the London Bridge terror attack on June 3rd 2017. After all the other "incidents" that have happened in the past year, this was truly the one that made me realize the horror of these attacks. This was meant to be an expression of my feelings, written within ten minutes of first reading the article.
Mary E Zollars May 2017
I don’t want to die in a world of pain
And I know my secrets will not be kept in vain
Captivating an audience of peers
Acknowledging their weaknesses and fears
Scrapping all moral high grounds
Winning as my persona slowly drowns
I am no angel of holy light
Not since my brother and I took flight
False identity is my new game
And it will surely bring me great fame
Manipulation and ******* succeed
But that will not fill my brother’s greed
He thinks I’m wrapped in his lies on low ground
Ha! I’m wearing him like a ball gown
I may look to him as only the family’s middle
But I won’t let him play me like a fiddle
The only music playing is in my head
As I watch him lying on the floor, cold and dead
I his little sister, don’t make me laugh
If anything he was just one of my staff
I’ve always been aiming for the top of the world
And they never even saw my lips curled
Naive fools, my mom and my dad
Could never see that we were truly mad
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