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