Marissa JoAnne

I write to express the tornado of my thoughts. It’s a beautiful and freeing experience. Enjoy 🙃

Writings

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Marissa JoAnne

I write to express the tornado of my thoughts. It’s a beautiful and freeing experience. Enjoy 🙃

Writings

Followers

Following

We Fly

Marissa JoAnne

1 min read

We fly

Adrenaline in our blood

For a moment

More than breathe and dust

They watch us

Chewed fingernails in anticipation

An audience

Eyes and minds full of fascination

The chains

That enslaved this bird have broken

A fiery blaze

The burn to deliver justice is awoken

We fly

Shattered souls seeking salvation

Our dreams

Waltz between imagination and confrontation

Bare feet

Ready to run...

Poetry

Your Affection

Marissa JoAnne

1 min read

What more can I do?

Am I not a beautiful bloom?

I’ve been growing, reaching, yearning

Like a daisy chasing the sun

What makes you untouchable? Unattainable?

Is it me?

Am I the crooked puzzle piece of this fantasy? The awkward, unwanted flower you can’t bear to have in your bouquet?

Am I just another star?

Burning, dying in an attempt to be seen by you.

You’ve always been near me, separated only ...

Freedom

Marissa JoAnne

1 min read

Anxiously he waited, scratching at the cage. Wings beating, restless to soar. The girl would be back soon. He knew it in his bones. She would set him free.

The warm sun was beginning to rise. He liked how it chased away the shadows—and with them, his fear.

Dew glimmered on the grass like delicate diamonds. Heather scent was carried on the breeze past him cage.

Then there were the calls of his ki...

Poetry

What Is Belonging

Marissa JoAnne

1 min read

It’s the warmth you feel on a sun-kissed day,

Or the sweetest song of a passing bird.

It’s rain on the sidewalk and dew on the grass.

It’s a tune forever stuck in your head, its melody becomes your anthem.

This is belonging.

It’s the tears that flood your eyes when you’re reunited with someone you love.

It’s the smile you can’t contain when a stranger remembers your name.

It bathes your heart...

Whispers On The Wind

Marissa JoAnne

1 min read

Their warnings float into my mind as I run.

Drifting through the breeze to my awaiting ears.

I attempt to push them away, but who can deny the temptation of love?

Of being loved.

Of being wanted.

I couldn’t.

The wind reminds me of this as I run.

It sings of forgiveness—a falsehood, I know.

A plea arises from its center most being.

I pray for the strength to not turn back.

To them.

To him.

The ...

My Endless Field

Marissa JoAnne

1 min read

This is my endless field,

A place only I know.

And the umbrella that i wield

Acts as my sword.

Here I fight my demons,

That sprout up in the heather.

They come when I am dreaming

And many a storm they weather.

The wind acts as our audience,

Gusting in delight.

A witness to our deadly dance

Who only wanes at night.

I love my endless field,

Dispite the pain it brings.

For, in time I will heal

And...

Poetry

The Revelation

Marissa JoAnne

1 min read

I saw them there

Tall and strong

Without a care

Or single wrong

Shining bright

In all their glory

A blinding sight

Oh so holy

What they came to reveal

Such terrifying truths

Horror they could not conceal

Has scarred my youth

They showed me the darkness

The treacherous night

A world full of brokenness

No longer able to fight

Rivers of tears

The misery of many

Plagued by fear

Destruction of ple...

Poetry

The Potato

Marissa JoAnne

1 min read

Brown as the dirt it grows in,

Rough skin tells of where it’s been.

Warts and scars tell many stories,

Battling bugs and birds receives much glory.

Up from the ground it goes,

Taken from its soil sanctuary to be exposed.

Its children cry out from the roots below,

Afraid to be alone in the coming snow.

Thick coats of armor are peeled away,

Leaving fleshy skin in its place.

Boiled and mashed and sli...

Poetry

Humour

Chained Claus

Marissa JoAnne

1 min read

Since I was young, I’ve heard the tale. The tale of Chained Claus.

Nobody knows when the great demon Claus got his chains, but everyone knows why.

The hunger driven beast would show his face once a year, claiming the lives of hundreds of thousands of children in a single night. Slipping down chimneys and luring them with his voice; delivered to each house by a chariot of ferocious reindeer. And ...

Horror

The Reason For Christmas

Marissa JoAnne

1 min read

A young girl chosen by God.

An honorable man given a dream.

An unexpected journey.

A full inn.

A humble stable.

A trio of kings.

A startled herd of shepherds.

A glorious choir of angles.

A savior is born.

A prophecy fulfilled....