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Marissa Kohlman Aug 2015
Whispered voices fill the halls
Ghostly hands reach from the walls
And yet my heart, it feels no fear
As I seek out the voice I hold so dear

Icy fingers grasp my arms
Gasping voices promise harms
I fight against them with each step
You can’t have me, not quite yet

But then I see your shadowed face
Veiled in a web of spider lace
So then, my dear, I’m much too late
And with a final kiss, you seal my fate….
Poem 4 in my "What Dreams May Come" poetry writing challenge.  The challenge is to write poems based on your dreams from the night before.  For more details please see my profile.  I'd love to have you join in the fun!
Marissa Kohlman Aug 2015
It's one a.m. with yellow skies.
I peer above with fearful eyes.

What is this mess?
The end of the world?
An alien invasion?
A nuke unfurled?

Half the world runs helter skelter,
While the other half parties.  "***** taking shelter!"

And you, my love,
Are in group number two.
And in this moment
I wish I was too.

But you see the fear, alive in my eyes,
As they search and search these doomsday skies.

You draw me close,
So warm and alive,
And together, I think,
We might just survive.
Poem 3 in my "What Dreams May Come" Challenge.  If you are interested in joining in on the fun, please visit my profile for the details!
Marissa Kohlman Aug 2015
I rest my head between bed and sky
As countless worlds tip-toe on by
And I try
Oh, I try
As I open my eyes
To keep your hand in mine.
Poem 2 in my "What Dreams May Come" challenge.  If you are interested in joining in on the fun, check my profile for the details!
Marissa Kohlman Aug 2015
I heard a voice call my name
     Familiar
          Maybe....
But I had reached the point of no return
     Too little
          Too late....
I continued my descent
     Free
          At last....

No looking back.

And yet....
    The memory of his eyes
          Haunted me.
The first poem in my "What Dreams May Come" poem challenge.  Please visit my profile for the details if you interested in joining me!
Marissa Kohlman Aug 2015
Hungry, jealous eyes
Search posts and tweets for answers.
Why did he choose her?
Originally published on the Helium Network, September 2013.
Marissa Kohlman Aug 2015
A white shard
Erupts violently through tender pink flesh.
I see it gleaming in the darkness
As I hold your screaming body against me in the night.
The tears in my eyes match yours
As a feeling of helplessness devours me.

Oh, the agony of…



The first tooth!
I originally wrote this in the early morning hours of the night my son got his first tooth as I stayed up consoling him.  I think a baby's first tooth is equally traumatic for both infant and parent!
Marissa Kohlman Aug 2015
Welcome to our city,
The happiest place on earth!
We’re conditioned to be happy folks,
Starting right from birth.

In the mornings are our daily shots,
To keep our senses dull.
Then we walk to morning class,
Grins plastered to our skulls.

They seat us by a great big screen
With images and sound.
They show us what will happen
If we ever slip a frown.

We gawk at the “Correction Site”
You’ll see as you drive in.
It’s filled with rotting corpses
With no choice BUT to grin!

So we are always happy!
Happy as can be!
There is no crime, or sin, or tears,
Only endless glee!

Can’t you see me smiling?
Don’t you want this too?
Come join our happy city!
Yes, the city, she wants you….
Originally published in November of 2012 on the Helium Network.  This is the only piece of dozens I had written that I was able to retrieve after the website permanently closed.
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