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If I had those pretentious brains which act faster than this heart
maybe then I would abhore this soul which spreads freely through each verse
maybe then I would impress you with my intellectual grammar and sophisticated words
maybe then I would scrutinize my each and every coma,dot and exclamationmark!
But I would never let that happen,I'd rather go away.
Writing with my mind and not my heart leads only to asylum within the being of myself.
Poetry is my voice,my life,my escape,my each emotion stored,processed in a yesterday
breathing softly in fresh air,wanting to explode in death, love,passion and romance.
Each verse, a thought I'm able to scribe of yet unable to express through spoken words.
Maybe in a tomorrow you might pass by ,tread your footstep on my verse
but maybe in a today,a broken-hearted fool stops by to find comfort in my world
Maybe a prisoner, an insane man,a tramp ,or any outcast to society
would pick these shattered pieces and gather them as whole
and maybe through this scribbled cross-word puzzle finds God'love once again.
Maybe a little child who understands only little words
would turn the pages of silly rhymes i penned
rhymes which speak of moon and stars,angels,dreams and faries
and maybe He would smile, maybe He would laugh
Maybe he would dream ,the way i used to dream
and maybe He would write the most eloquent sonnet
or maybe just simple words about blossoming flowers
And maybe then,my mission is accomplished,and maybe I feel blessed.
Charma
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
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Bipolar is knocking at the door
Now I'm scared, he knows exactly what for
They changed my meds, the shakes are real
Now he's back to make a new deal
11 years taking those pills
11 years my mind stayed sealed
Every now and then he reared his head
But I cant let him in, he's not my friend
We made a deal long ago
One I wish I didn't owe
We promised to live side by side
As long as he promised not to take my mind
But you see his side he did not keep
He stopped me being able to sleep
He took away any chance of feeling happy
He took away me and that wasn't funny
The new meds I'm on have lowered the sound
Meadows with faries are now jumping around
The pills are designed to keep him quiet
But he's knocking at the door to cause a riot
Knock, knock, knock, he's still going
"I know your there, your shadows showing"
"Go away" I shout, "its not your time"
"I told you before, my mind will never be yours to find"
He doesn't like the new medication
It's effectively putting him into hibernation
I'll take the new pills to keep him away
But we both know he's here to stay
I put my music on loud when he's vering me to the edge
"Put your head in the wall", is what he said
But not today my friend, I will win
This battle we've had, should have been a sin
He makes me think I should open the door
Let him take it all, and leave what's left on the floor
Music on loud, now that thought's come through
Bipolar and me, forever its true
So here's the new deal we both have agreed
He can still come and visit me
I cannot stop him, but I will always fight
The battle will always be darkness or light
Iv asked you before don't take my mind
I will always make it hard for you to find
Bipolar and me forever in vow
Bipolar and me will have to make it somehow
The knocking has stopped, he's walking away
But he'll probably be back later today
Bipolar and me was meant to be
Bipolar and me, its the new battle..part three
Will it be him, or will it be me?
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.
This native voice, in my head,
Is telling me what has to be said.
But every time I try to explain,
My tongue messes up,
And my voice doesn't seem
To sound serious enough.
Oh what can I do?
I feel something, telling me to realize,
That there's something I have to save,
But I'm not so sure.
Maybe there's something in me
That means so much more.
At the moment I saw that long garment,
That the Japanese wear,
For their own culture because they really cared, Somehow I feel connected to the Asians.
I feel that the Japanese destiny I see,
Is probably telling me
To embrace my own culture too.
Just like how the other countries and nations knew, But I guess my ancestors
Were probably so lighthearted and wise,
That Europeans and Americans
Taking over was no surprise.
Sometimes the inner native pride in me,
Is telling me to accomplish
One of my pre-made destinies,
But in a world full of different things,
I'm not sure who I am exactly,
But someday I know I'll understand.
Maybe if I were to go to Japan,
And speak to their elders,
I bet they would ask me
Why I abandoned my language and tradition.
Then I'd realized that I'm on a mission, To see what I can do,
Then maybe in the end...
I'll be done and through,
But then again I'm not so sure.
All I'm asking for; is for more...
Time and opportunity,
I don't want anybody rushing me.
Plus I need more inspiration and creativity: To try to evolve my own culture
Into something more.
But what is a girl supposed to do, In a world full of things...
Marissa Faries
Circa. 2010 (Age: 15)
If I had a pretentious brain
which acts faster than my heart
Maybe then,I would abhore this soul
which spreads freely through each verse
Maybe then I would impress you
with my intellectual grammar
and sophisticated words
I would scrutunize
each and every coma
dot and exclamationmark
believing I know best
But I would never let that happen
I'd rather stay at bay
Writing firstly with my mind
and not my heart
leads only to an asylium
within the being of myself
Poetry is my voice,my shadow
The sacred shrine of great escape
Each stored emotion processed
within a yesterday
Poetry is the inner of my existence
breathing softly,bleeding deeply
exploding in death,love
passion and romance
In every verse a whisper
a thought that I would scribe of
a silent cry expressed
Maybe in a tomorrow
you might pass by me
Tread your footstep on my ink
and spit saliva in my face
But maybe in a today
a broken -hearted fool stops by
to find comfort in my world
Maybe a prisoner,a tramp
an insane soul or outcast
would pick these scattered scribbles
and gather them as whole
Maybe through each criss-crossed puzzle
finds a narrow passage
which leads his faith to home
Maybe a little child
whose blissful giggles
depends on little words
would turn the dusty pages
of silly rhymes I penned
Rhymes which know the moons
stars,faries,and the magic land
Rhymes which know each fantasy
and how to be a friend
And maybe He would smile
Maybe He would laugh
Maybe He would dream
Maybe He would grow up to write
the most eloquent sonnet
there has ever been
Or maybe He would grow up
to write simple words
just like me
about daises or dandelions
and expressions to be free
A blossoming evening,serene valleys,meadows and alleys
Cottages in distance twinkling little lanterne lights
Indigo moon peeping from blue black velevet skies
Sparkling diamonds dancing through the night
There i lay on fine grain crystals,in my own solitude
finding peace with myself,watching the spectacular view
of a shooting star in temporarily brilliance,crossing over,
acting like a little child,making a wish upon a star
just one wish,as i watched Ugin approaching me
sommersaulting on white puffed pillowed clouds
He had a globe in his hand,a globe where i could see my future
a globe in where my one only wish came through.
On that night i lay down on golden sands
a palm tree the only companion,supporting my back
caressing me with passion, embracing me to safety
All alone I was ,alone and free,in my long white cashmere dress
feeling the breezin of the wind waftin gently through my long brown hair,
breathin on my neck,kissing my left cheek,passing to my right
flowing under my dress, brushing my pink lips,swifting,in circular movements.
That was the night my fingertips found music once again,
on silver strings of a spanish guitar,as my bare feet played with coloured corals
There i was in my own stolen moments,the universe smiling at me,
the angels in radiant chariots flying over,as faries birthed life
and performed an orchestra of magical moments.
There I was gazing at the mediterranean waves in inward movements,
as sailing boats left the shore,reaching far away lands,finding new horizons.
There i remained,my thoughts not anchored anymore,rowing to the ends of the sea
living in waking dreams,smelling flowers in never ending gardens.
There I was,my journey accomplished ,singing the sweetest song of love.
There i lay between verses of awake and asleep,hearing birds tweeterin in trees
as I watched dawn cover dusk and it was sunrise.
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
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
will you grant me all these wishes?
make all my dreams come true,
Aladdin i'm glad i have a share of your lamp too.
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
sweep my floor and wash my dishes,
bake my cake in oven too,
go to work , back home ironing,
doing laundry ,cook some stew,
is that too much to ask?
much more chores to do.
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
Roby williams singing to me,
Enrique inglesias is here too,
Richard gere,George clooney ,
Minnie's land,looney tooney,
all around me forming circles,
lamp of Genie ,full of dreams come true.
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
chocolate ripple so delicious!
whilst i fall in love-AMOUR !
flowers scenting, sweet odour.
There am i,floating so high,
feathers,faries in the sky,
woolen white clouds smiling ,no more cry.
i'm a girl of hundred wishes
all are sleeping,moon is peeping,
stating"I LOVE YOU"!angels singing
holding harps , violins too,
stars are twinkling,amongst them there is YOU-
Ray of light, shines so bright,stating" I LOVE YOU",
wishes granted,now enchanted,Genie thanks to you
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
rivers lakes, mountain peeks,
all below me,even waving trees,
i'm in the world of Riches,Diamonds ,Gold in my hand!
all exchanged for money,welcome to their END!
Feeding with them Hungry Mouths,
Dying poor -out of bounds!
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
my dreams all coming true!
Power in my hand,Cruella ! Sorry its your end!
no blood,no more war,HEROS WE have it all,
Happy Faces all i see,LAMP OF GENIE come to me
i'm a girll of hundred wishes,LAMP OF GENIE -my last dream!
Everywhere Hugs and kisses,LOVE EXPLOSION,wishes granted,GENIE NOW YOU'RE FREE
--------------------------------------CHARMA
She's a tiny floweret
between buds and orchid blooms
She's a beauty pouring perfume
in light shades of lilac hues
She's a fearless butterfly
A winged vision in the sky
that soars,that flutters by
Spreading spring dew in my life .
She's the twilight's softest music
She's a song that never dies
And Oh , those noichettes eyes
own the glint of fireflies .
She loves to help me bake
She's my true sweet cuppy cake
Mischief 's rose blushes her face
Cheeky girl who knows her ways
Ways to make her mama sigh
and to earn her fond embrace .
She's my daughter,She's a pearl
still protected in my shell
Till that time a day will come
when all faries become myths
and the world would steal such bliss
Till that time a day will come
and I loose my magic spell
But today She is my girl
Our shared rhymes play in her dream
She's a princess ,I'm her queen
Till today papa 's her hero
He's the shadow of her smile
Till tonight, my arms Her cradle
Blissed this dream ,this girl is mine
She's the Present , She 's sublime
She' s where heart and soul entwine.
Dedicated to my loving daughter Christina who is two 32months old :)