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Jun 2017 · 437
psyched!
Joan Marie Jun 2017
as quickly as I lay on my cradle to sleep that night,
the dark bit my head as I turn off the light
my sheets start to fold in, pulling me into a wrap
bringing me to a place between the real and the unreal, a gap

my eyes closed, my conscious asleep
my mind opened, my thoughts start to creep
dancing in pandemonium in the corners of my brain
psyched! I think I might be awake in my dream

extraordinary things I see after the passing of a bright gleam
rainbow behind clouds, magical creatures, and unusual things flee
a girl runs freely then fumbles along with her dress longer than it should be
psyched! this girl must be me!

a strange woman suddenly appears, helps her up and gives her a look
she smiles at her and gives her a kiss on her forehead
my conscious falls out of my sheets, my eyes snap open
again, this woman visits me in my dream
I wonder if she could be that special someone taking a peep
her image suddenly passes my sight
I know the stars could be holding her tonight
A poem I wrote in 9th grade. I think it would be fitting to preserve it in this site.
Apr 2017 · 398
prism
Joan Marie Apr 2017
you were the mystery beneath the shadows
the dull that once was, shifted to something new
you were the tears that she would sow
knees fall on the floor, now an unfamiliar view

my feet walk in haste, if meeting would allow
change is certain, fear is left for no one to dine
gone are the days, when you let me down
colors sprangle, your face beams at mine
Rusty and quite vague, I know. I just started writing again. Bear with me :)
Jun 2016 · 298
the shift
Joan Marie Jun 2016
tonight the moon is the soul
she weeps in gold
from the berth lingers a call
the sheets start to unfold
the stars ebb, the night collides
Sep 2013 · 875
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Joan Marie Sep 2013
Loved, loved, because of a face so lovely
A mysterious, charming of a girl … but who was she?
Lost, with doubt that never vanished, much to her dismay
Troubling her mind with such disarray
Surrounded her are eyes swimming with confusion
Who could help her ruin all the commotion?
Then came a beautiful boy filled with curiosity
Do you think he could give an end to her mixed misery?

*j.m
Sep 2013 · 549
Little Bird
Joan Marie Sep 2013
So many a time,
that (I)'ve asked
a damaged little bird
to fix its own wings.
I (l)end out a helping hand,
when it said it couldn't do so  
Then I said, "Go and fly with your new wings."
It thanked then left,
I found new bliss to see the little bird
soaring high ab(ove) the clou(d)s.
I knew that it'll be better even
witho(u)t me

*j.m

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