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Jul 2017 · 276
Mr. K
Marrisa Jul 2017
A mentor to a freshman;
A coach to a runner;
A father to his class.
But now he is just a memory.
A new job he has just began,
It was such a stunner,
One he just couldn't pass.
We accused him of treachery.
He wanted to be closer to his family.
It's hard to let go of such a person.
Jul 2017 · 175
Little Fears
Marrisa Jul 2017
I think of the times where no one was around. I was scared.
Not of the dark, but what was lurking there.
There are things hiding in the shadows.
Dark shapes emerging from nowhere.
I stay, cowering.
I could feel their presence,
See them from the corner of my eye.
It was a lie, saying there isn’t anything to be afraid of.
I couldn’t hide from them, not at night or even in the light.
Jul 2017 · 133
Torment
Marrisa Jul 2017
He was the demon of darkness, the evil one.
His doomed deeds were not at all done.
The torture that they endured from his hand alone
Was enough for them never to come home.
Jul 2017 · 153
Neglected Trust
Marrisa Jul 2017
My trust is shattered.
I am dead inside.
You are all that mattered.
I used to let my demons hide;
You told me you could handle it.
Was I wrong to let you in?
Was it wrong to commit?
Now I think my demons are going to win...
Jul 2017 · 151
Together We’re Brought
Marrisa Jul 2017
The key is to keep searching until it feels right;
Something inside you clicks;
it’s like you’re at the eye of the storm, the eerie peace.
Because you’re either just entering one,
in the middle of one, or finally coming out of one.
When you’re in the middle of the storm,
you’re going to be looking for a savior.
But after you get into the flow,
it’s like someone finally pulled the veil away
And you see clearly and find the love you’ve been waiting for.
It’s a never ending cycle because He won’t leave you.
Hanging onto their hope and faith is what brings people together.
Whether you see it or not,
this is what our society is based on and it challenges our beliefs.
Jul 2017 · 142
What is Red?
Marrisa Jul 2017
Red is the color of the last rays of the sun
touching you and filling you with warmth;
the fluttery feeling in your tummy
when you fall in love.
Red is fire and lust
Red is passion and trust.
Red is the color you feel when anger strikes your bones,
and shudders through your being.
It reminds us that we are all simply phoenixes destined to burn – either burn your flaws or burn your flesh –
but it will never not leave soot on your skin.
Jul 2017 · 170
Never Less
Marrisa Jul 2017
I see shattered,
He sees whole.
I may see broken
But He sees beautiful.
Jul 2017 · 405
GoTell
Marrisa Jul 2017
In your darkest moments, He helps you stand.
On your saddest days, He'll hold your hand.
Sin is not greater than His sacrifice.
His love is forgiving and precise.
When you think your alone, He's always there.
It might be pretty confusing the way He cares.
Jul 2017 · 1.4k
Abandoned
Marrisa Jul 2017
It was dry and warm and rough to the touch,
long enough on me to reach below my knees.
It smelled of the sun and the sea.
The smell brings back loads of memories.
He loves me. He does not. Maybe?
When it was time for him to go,
his jacket was bestowed to me.
Where have you gone?
When are you coming back?
I walk around aimlessly,
still waiting for him to come home.
Father, Father.
I cannot see where you might be.
Jun 2017 · 392
Lies Upon Love
Marrisa Jun 2017
You say you care,
But do you really?
Don't just stop and stare
'Cause that's just silly.
No, you watch me suffer.
Always alone, nowhere to run.
These thoughts always buffer
As you make my nightmare fun.
Only amusing to a sick mind.
Let me tell you what I must say:
Why can't you just be kind?
Now there's hell to pay.
Jun 2017 · 175
Forgotten
Marrisa Jun 2017
I have tried to pull him back in my mind.
I strive to remember his smile, his touch,
but he has faded from my memory.
I think I remember the blur of a kiss.
There is nothing left but his name
and a shifting recollection of tenderness.
Jun 2017 · 314
WNZ
Marrisa Jun 2017
WNZ
You are a Child of God and He is gonna make you a Fisher of Men.
You will be strong in Him and courageous through Him.
My strength is in the Lord. My heart is in my Soul.
I was made to be remembered but also forgotten.
My time will come and away I will go.
My show will be over with, but my love will ever flow.
My strength is in the Lord.
Jun 2017 · 343
Watch Your Wishes
Marrisa Jun 2017
She wished for death again and again.
She wanted it more than you could imagine.
Until one day Death himself showed up on her doorstep.
"Hello there. I don't think we've met," he states.
The longer they conversate, she starts to deny her fate.
"I'm not ready. I don't want to die," she'll cry.
"It's too late for that, my dear."
The tears will pool from her eyes.
"Well, surprise, surprise, another whose told a lie."
He knew she told the fib, but her soul was what she had bid.
It was the secret he hid.
Promises of death were too sweet for the girl to leave.
Her soul was the key for him to set her free.
Jun 2017 · 240
Just Another Love
Marrisa Jun 2017
The stars suffer, the sky is darker,
The sun is lower, the light is gone.
Except... my love has grown.
I thought it was going to be easy just to let them be.
If it was not for him, I would have blown away.
Just like the leaves in fall, they're no longer needed to stay.
Fluttering down to the ground, and surrounding them both.
I started to lose my hope.
I knew you weren't mine,
But it still hurts to be reminded that I lost the battle.
I disappeared just for you to find me.
With my emotions smeared,
I don't want to be seen as this mess that has appeared.
I was your nightmares and you were my dreams.
So it goes to shows: This life is not what it seems.
Jun 2017 · 233
Our Difference
Marrisa Jun 2017
They all shine brighter...
They keep the darkness away from them,
While I'm that one who welcomes it.
I let the monsters come and feast on whatever is left of my humanity.
My light has shone bright once,
But from that day it went out,
I've never found a spark that'll keep me going again.
Jun 2017 · 665
Slave to the Lost
Marrisa Jun 2017
You thought it would be best
To leave her for the rest;
Did you see how broken she was inside
Or how she was unspoken and ready to die?
She got misty eyes as the tears fell from her face
It made the townspeople hang their heads in disgrace
Except you just kept on walking
Like nothing was happening.
Did you see the way she cared,
Even though she was scared?
Like all others you left her there
To drown in her own despair.
You just kept walking
As she stood there and stared
Remember it's her blood on your hands,
But the townsfolk already know you don't give a dåmn.
Jun 2017 · 322
Consequences
Marrisa Jun 2017
"The next thing I was aware of was falling.
Around me, all that was familiar crumbled into dust.
And still I fell, tumbling on an endless journey to nowhere.
Then all was motionless and I was imprisoned in a void.
I had dropped to my knees, my head bowed, my wings broken and bleeding.
I couldn’t lift myself off the ground.
The light began to fade until a suffocating darkness surrounded me, so dense that when I held my hands before my face, I couldn’t make them out.
In this sepulchral world I was left alone.
I saw myself as the ultimate figure of shame, an angle fallen from grace.

A shadowy figure with blurred features was approaching.
At first my heart leapt with hope at the possibility that it might be someone come to rescue me.
But any hope was dashed away when I sensed instinctively that whatever it was should be feared.
Despite the pain in my limbs I crawled as far from it as possible.
I tried spreading my wings but they were too damaged to comply.
The figure was closer now and hovering above me.
Its features materialized just enough for me to see that the smile on its face was one of ownership.
There was nothing left to do but allow myself to be consumed by the shadows.
This was perdition. I was lost."
Jun 2017 · 207
Band Nerd
Marrisa Jun 2017
Music flows from the instruments in hand,
From the students marching in the band.
Flutes, as gently as the breeze,
With their sound so sharp, like a high pitched sneeze.
Long black and elegant are the elements of a clarinet.
The sounds so smooth, makes you want to move.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, the saxophone does.
A reed in the woodwinds will bend.
It can break or chip, even cut your lip.
Shiny and loud, who drowns out the rest,
Trumpets are certainly not the best.
Deep, low noises the tuba cries;
It’s large and heavy, which makes it hard to carry.
French horn, trombone, euphonium.
Brass instruments overpopulate the crowd.
Their heads are always up in a cloud.
Drums beat in rhythm with cymbals who clash overhead.
Snares issue to start or halt the marchers, tempo sets their speed.
Thump, thump, thump, we’re done for the day.
Soon we’ll be off to another parade.
Jun 2017 · 144
Confined
Marrisa Jun 2017
Love is like a chain:
It can hold you together,
but it can also rust and break.
Never let go of the broken chain.
It will last as a memory, a warning.
The world isn't like it used to be.
Watch out for what others throw your way.
They can come along and break it.
You might want to check the chain before connecting it;
It could have been too fragile to begin with.
Jun 2017 · 197
Behind the Layers
Marrisa Jun 2017
Staring at your reflection
Pointing out your imperfections
Not smiling but riling yourself up
The thoughts inside your head
Should be good but instead...
There's a blade. It made things hard.
Now you're glancing at those imperfections
Instead of dancing with your reflection.
Your beauty is your “duty”
But you cut because you were called at mutt.
At a sound in the kitchen, you raise it up.
Did I mention?
You were never alone.
He called you amazing but instead, you were raising
The blade that made it through.
Who could of guessed, you?
With a shout and a holler
There's no doubt... You couldn't get out.
You are His, A beautiful creation,
Made from His mind eye.
No more torment, that’s dormant.
I was there so I knew what He can do.
Jun 2017 · 248
It’s Useless
Marrisa Jun 2017
What's the use in trying?
When it's always my blood drying?
You get up in a fuss, all you leave behind is dust.
I tried to pack my bags but all I got was ****** rags.
You strike, smash, and scream;
I was the one who made you steam.
Don't take out your anger;
Come back and sit, please don't hit.
I won't bite, well I might…
I don't want to fight,
I want to survive tonight.
Take a seat, release some of that heat.
I can't survive this abuse
While you just smirk and lurk;
A demon possessed,
A beating obsessed,
But still a little depressed,
Human.
It's hard to leave someone you love even if they hurt you. What a very mysterious thing love is.
Jun 2017 · 270
Fighting Society
Marrisa Jun 2017
I had my life together, like a bird with its feathers.
Then I heard something very interesting…
I pursued it, not caring where it led.
It stopped my healing and I held my head.
Hearing it made me wish I was dead
The whispers of a hater opened the door.
I'm a disappointment, that's for sure.
But somehow I felt like I belonged a little more...
I knew what they were feeling and saw the cards they were dealing.
Instead of walking away, I decided to play.
Their smart remarks felt like sharp knife driven into my heart.
Tears made things worse.
I vowed that day never to let my eyes leak.
I didn’t want to seem weak.
I slammed the door shut, but I still hear the voices.
Please stop the noises, I can’t handle them anymore.
Jun 2017 · 280
Unknown Delays
Marrisa Jun 2017
Flying above the sky, the lonely Dove.
It hovers and waits, but its mate is late.
What shall it do?
Parade around, looking for who?
Day grows darker, the stars brightening.
The lonely Dove is fighting.
What shall it do?
With a flash of lightning, it hides away.
Only to see the late mate it's been waiting for.
It's stuck out in the storm.
It's not very warm.
The wind grows strong and the battle rages on.
What shall it do?
What if it's wrong?
Oh, poor, late mate. It's gone...
Jun 2017 · 256
Hidden Away
Marrisa Jun 2017
I closed my eyes,
tired of all those lies.
Nobody knows what's going on.
I wanna keep it that way,
but it doesn't work anymore.
I guess I got a little bored;
I just couldn't keep my emotions in store.
I had to let go and you never said no.
It's the mess I made.
I'm not Jade, I'm the Shadow,
in the meadow, where my body was laid.
You could have stopped me
but you left me be, all alone;
In the darkness, with the devil's empress,
who filled my head with nothing but lead;
Made my blood boil, as I hung from the tree.
It was always me, the one in the meadow.
I was your Shadow, the one you couldn’t escape.
You can't get rid of the body you hid.
Jun 2017 · 573
Lost Identity
Marrisa Jun 2017
Who am I?
Was I sent here just to die?
Have you found my lost and wandering soul?
I came to find what this world has to offer,
But I guess I was mistaken.
While my heart was breaking
I had no other place to go;
Alone in this beaten place
I came to face
The one who held me in His embrace.
But I still ponder and sometimes wonder
Who I am...
Where I began...
Am I home?
Or was I mistaken all over again?
Jun 2017 · 566
Blotz
Marrisa Jun 2017
This is a synn.
Synns live in scary sculptures under spider webs in spooky science labs.
Synns eat sour strawberries, smoked sausages, and snapdragons.
Synns send smoke signals, stare at nothing in particular, stalk their prey, and swim in the sea.
Synns like to sing sad songs, to sit around campfires, and to grin at strangers with sharp smiles.
This synn scratched symbols on my arm.
It slings sharp objects at me and stands over me while I sleep.
Jun 2017 · 675
Wanderers
Marrisa Jun 2017
Smile and wave,
Pretend it's a normal day.
Don't stop to look down,
There are people all around.
Stand tall and fair,
Even if they stare.
Be nice and polite,
Don't go picking a fight.
Hide your true feelings,
Pretend like your heart isn't peeling.
It isn't you who they want,
It's the monster inside they hunt.
Act normal and laugh,
Hide your other half.
Don't show yourself,
Let them see you're in good health.
These lies won't hurt them.
Just don't look into their eyes,
That's where they can tell these are lies.
You can never truly hide yourself. No matter how hard you try.

— The End —