Is it possible to be living and dead
Is it sanity to always be living in your head
When shadows move and voices talk
Is it any wonder iv lost my spark?
Mania is a complex beast
My Neuro cells have increased
Chemicals floating in the brain
Not one of them helps me feel sane
Be alone or mix with others
What is the best way to recover?
Medication can only help so much
Meadows and faries I want to touch
Grounding myself as the voices take hold
My body shaking, I feel so cold
Music playing in my head
Am I half a sleep or am i half dead?
This mania couldn't be stopped
It's a new mindset I have to adopt
A benzo a day to stave it away
But the voices and shadows will be back to play
My body hurts, my mind so torn
Agitation has now taken hold
Now my speech is totally affected
Everything about me is disconnected
So on I go for another day of turmoil
Another day I wish I could just smile
Pills are taken let's just see
Will this mania defeat me?
My eyes swerved to someone
magnified my attention,
mesmerized in hyponsis,
felt like popping of faries bubbles down my mind,
couple of ladders to my comprehension,
I'm sliding smooth but hasty,
like adrenalin,
caught off guard.
Smelting of this cold layers on my motion,
lays softness to my curiosity
Thought future was fate determined,
yet this here shreded my expectations,
I don't know whether
I'm falling or drowning,
just can't seem to be landing,
I'm gobbling on gusts of my breath,
choking but in looping sequences,
sudden sinking to my understanding.
Can someone turn off this heat,
this wave burning and
pealing only in my presence,
just way beyond for me to contain.
Wish I could paint this image for the universe eye
but I'm without paint and brush,
in me is just some catastrophic
of epic proportions
#Poetic_Ink
Juices on my heart, like honey, this is sweeter than honey, faries on my mind, ease my heart, unangage my mind, tag my soul and lead me into your own fairytale, teach my legs to walk into your inescape. Lend me your painting brush, wanna paint the glow in my heart, to dim this surrounding with gloom of tender.
Seductive essence, like shivers down my spine, transcending my mood to cloud 9, roaming and oozing butterflies in my stomach, empties my worries, loopholes in my heart fills, ease the volume, I'm overflowing now,
I'm stepping with ease, like a child, this untrample snow on my heart door, makes me wanna not loose a step, less I trip and be covered by your overwhelming charms, less I fail to antangle myself out of your mazes of beauty
Palm my hand, blind fold my eyes, in you I let loose, my locks unlocked, keep walking, wake me not from this fantasy, say the words, whisper my name and I will follow your voice, with my heart in your care. Caress my mind, cuddle my dreams, with baby steps I follow your aura of infiniteless discoveries, your treasurers presence, take me, I'm yours forever
#Poetic_Ink
A bucket of passion-with a spray of ambition.
Can be a foundation for sparkling things...
A first flight -a college degree, a newborn cry.
Gracefully treading nightmares in black-finned nights.
Turning a death rattle into melodies in pearl.
Strung along the gilded wings of infinity.
A greying wish is an opaque endeavor.
It lends the hands to idling.
Creasing the satin of reality.
Old wishes dangle wearily from the ceiling.
Like dying Faries in a cobweb dream.
In twilight rooms
mischievous fairies
steal my thoughts away
as if they were babies.
I think they want me
to talk to them,
but I know that
that would be a mistake,
for although they love us,
they do not like us,
and if we
misspell just one uttering word,
they will pinch our lips together.
Yet if we sit, stand,
or lay our bodies down quietly,
then their little love buds
(like lilliputian bubble wrap),
will pop all over
our most sensitive places -
that is their language,
and we are their dictionary,
one they are still working upon.
Alexa, that smart speaker,
takes notes.
When later you ask her about the fairies
she just giggles,
as if you were telling her
a very saucy joke.
A slow death marinated.
In half-prayer and long goodbyes.
So much suffering on this cobblestone of lies.
To think it all began with a silky lullaby.
The Faries and unicorns soon drift from our lives.
Replaced by tarry intentions.
Oozing from cinderblock faces.
Bridges of hope undercut by trolls.
Silky dreams slip into eclipse.
The sun's last breath kisses the necrosed lips of our nothingness.
"I love you as much as
A billion dollars or more.
I wish you a Merry Christmas,
My favorite Mom! Xoxo."
Marissa Faries
Circa 2004 (Age: 10)
A poem I wrote on a Christmas greeting card to my mother.
"Mom and Dad I love you.
Because your like doves.
You are the greatest parents
That a girl could have.
Mom you a are sweet
Like a dolphin.
Dad you are handsome
Like a gentleman.
I love you. Xoxo."
Marissa Faries
Circa 2003 (Age: 9 Years Old)
Dedicated to my parents.
Tiny feet scamper across dewy seas
Firefly eyes dart amidst blades of dark green
Moonlight shines softly on faces that tease
Tiny feet scamper across dewy seas
Bopping and hoping between limbs of trees
Teeny folk dancing that no one has seen
Tiny feet scamper across dewy seas
Leaving no footprints to tell where they've been
Stars have shown up
Baby,please now come upto me
Oracle seems ro be prefect
Baby,now we both should just meet...
I long u everyday,every prayer ,every thought
I....
Have felt you in my dreams ,Now
I want to live it in real
All I want to say is
THIS IS THE TIME
Its alrarady late,we should just buck up the speed
Can you come up to me first and take the lead
Coz I...
Am litllle concious of You,How you would be?
Just grab my hand to yours and lets live this dream
YOU and ME
ALL I WANT TO SAY IS
THIS IS THE TIME
faries build up these stories,above the sky and over the.seas
I m all your waiting for my kings roar...
I had been in a long sleep
Take me with you, let the world Us to see
Coz I....
All I want to say is
THIS IS THE TIME
Her garden is the one we love.
It's as if she knows we're here.
She has statues like us all around.
And flowers to bring us cheer.
At summer solstice it's party time.
Shaded by trees from bright sunshine.
We faries join the pixies.
The gnomes bring summer wine.
She has paths lit by candles.
to guide us home again.
Toadstools along the way,
should a drizzle spoil our play.
Surrounded by mature trees.
No prying eyes can see.
Us merrily dancing on our way.
Home to Tir na nOg go we.
Land of Youth is where we live.
Beneath her garden, out of sight.
The intoxicating scent of her roses,
sometimes bring us back at night.
Once upon a summer day
in a land
far far away
in meadow fields
where faries play
a girl child
not one of the fey
somehow
did find her way
to where the
shining unicorns lay,
and in that magical place
she did stay
for a golden
summer day.
6/17/2013
What a strange thing to compare yourself to.
Something that slips from water to land
tastes the sun, slipping into the muddy dark again.
What a strange comparison
woman and reptile
warm and
cold-blooded.
Things that carefully harbor their eggs
let the sun run a hand of life over their hearts.
Lead them to the backwaters so they can grow into their shells, then fend for themselves.
Woman and reptile
deflecting the man jaws of living.
Retreating, then snapping a wary eye on the dark beak of life.
A favorite backwoods pond rimmed with Faries and such.
A favorite log to rest upon.
(me?)
Then what, a shadow comes along, then plunk-plink again.
Leaving purple ripples around these hungry hearts.
For now I ride out of darkness
To your screaming calls
To fight back your endless fears
To throw them to their fall
For I shall ride to you in white
With a crown upon my head
Riding of a horse of white
For this is what is said!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
For they hurt you, killed you, burned you.
For you were not ever them
They came to bring the new good news
For now this is their end!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
For the ancient wonders built
Destroyed due to their cross
Men, Women, Children felt
The coldness of their loss
For the cross with christians coming forth
with swords and hatred raging
killed children, women, men a'many
The reign of Cross now ending!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
Rise up ye old and weary souls!
Let the bells now ring!
The Gods have arived at last!
Oh hear the trumpets sing!
Faries from the lakes and rivers
Nymphs from oceans deep
Angels from the other world
Join us in their defiet!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
Your light
Glowing from your heart
With all that you held dear
Now as bright as your smile
Healthy with no fear
Show me the way
I need to go
Be my heavenly fairy
My lovely Rachel
Your life, like looking in a mirror
Your life, like looking in a mirror
My lovely Rachel
Be my heavenly fairy
I need to go
Show me the way
Healthy with no fear
Now as bright as your smile
With all that you held dear
Glowing from your heart
Your light
~ A Land Of Faries Contest Entry~
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