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Hither, hither, from thy home,
Airy sprite, I bid thee come!
Born of roses, fed on dew,
Charms and potions canst thou brew?
Bring me here, with elfin speed,
The fragrant philter which I need.
Make it sweet and swift and strong,
Spirit, answer now my song!


* * * * *

Hither I come,
From my airy home,
Afar in the silver moon.
Take the magic spell,
And use it well,
Or its power will vanish soon!
Celeste smile,
Eyes flickering with delight,

You come to me,
With a chance to see,

To see the world through my way,
Beaming from my eye is a ray,

A ray of hope thats hits,
Strucking everything else to bits,

Developing an interest,
You have on me blind trust,

Because you know I'll never deceive,
Even if pain to me is received,

Let your heart beat,
Connecting with each and every heat,

The heat that arises,
Thinking only with humor because you're wise,

Celeste smile,
Eyes flickering with delight.
Your radiant color-
Your flawless skin as white pearl,
Glitters under moonlight.

The light that falls-
Your exotic and ravishing skin,
Creamy, soft and edgy.

You leave deep marks-
On my body that pain a lot,
Bruises and scars.

The soft little bumps-
Trailing down your define jawline,
Make me flinch, shudder.

The touch I yearn-
Give me it all I say, love,
Give me all you got.
Beautiful your face
that mask you wear

but I can see the tears
the face you hide

between the stains
behind the smiles
a blackening

laughing like cries
silently screaming

a crack in the Great Divide
of who you are
and what the world will see
It never was that I loved a cigarette,
more than you.
Just that I knew every morning,
when I rolled over,
my smokes would still be on the nightstand.
But your keys would be gone.
 Sep 2015 Marissa Kohlman
PG
Ocean
 Sep 2015 Marissa Kohlman
PG
Water ebbs and flows like the gentle breeze
Tourists lounge in chairs, watching with practiced ease
Bright blue skies dotted with clouds roll by
*** in hand, I sit and let out a contented sigh

Flashing back to the times of years long past
When wiffleball, sleepovers, and cookouts trended; not the latest reality cast
When movies, delivered pizza , and cake felt like the perfect day
And no one obsessed  over what social media had to say

Let’s bring back the joy of those  pure summer days
With nothing to do but let them pass in a daze
A fog over my mind, past worries but a whisper
Looking forward to good memories  with my brother and sister

Whether school-age or not, what a great time of year
Visits await with friends and relatives; vacation is drawing near
Take a moment just to savor it and let that feeling stay
For life will roll in like the tide and try to take it all away.
I know it's almost Labor Day, but just recently got the writing bug again.
If I have to describe
the love
in one word,
I will use
your name
for that !!!
I am a independent dreamer
I wonder where life will bring us  
I hear the sounds only within us    
  I see the day go by like a puzzle
I want go back to the old game  
I am a independent dreamer
I pretend to be strong
I feel lost in wonderland
I touch the walls from the inside
I worry for what’s to come
I cry about the present
I am a independent dreamer
I understand now is not forever
I say it will be all ok
I dream for the later
I try to live happily
I hope for the solution
I am a independent dreamer
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