marahmarie: Remember these? (typewriter)

’T is so much joy! — by Emily Dickinson


’T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the victory!

Life is but life, and death but death!
Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
And if, indeed, I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can prevail!
And if I gain,—oh, gun at sea,

Oh, bells that in the steeples be,
At first repeat it slow!
For heaven is a different thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o’erwhelm me so!

Us

Apr. 15th, 2013 01:45 am
marahmarie: my initials (MM) (Default)
I think we're crazy to do this
Even crazier to want to the rest of our lives
I think had we done it way back then
We would've been envied above all:
Him, the beaming handsome man carrying off
My young blushing self, so enthralled
And so clueless how to make it work at all.
But that's what he always liked about me,
How enthused I was, quite easy
With letting him call all the shots
I was happy that way more often than not
But here I am now in a world of change
Letting decidedness wrap me in chains
Until he turns to me, then the pain
Etched across his face makes me wish
My old, more careless ways,
Which I still have no trouble invoking
Could soften even one fine trace,
But I've tried and they're not working.
There is no ignoring nor walking
Away from it, no scolding nor coaxing
Nor giving chase to it,
Pain is the one thing he's got
That's stronger than me
I think we're crazy to do this
I think we're crazy
marahmarie: my initials (MM) (Default)
I love him more than he loves me
Need him? No, it's needlessly
Want him? Just to be with me
But I love him more than he loves me
I love him more than he loves me
I love him more than he loves me
I love him more than he loves me

When he loved me more than I loved him
I liked to indulge in every whim
Felt free to look away and disregard him
But he loved me more than I loved him
He loved me more than I loved him
He loved me more than I loved him
He loved me more than I loved him

Again the weights are balanced unequally
As he looks down on me so easily
The day our hearts meet willingly
Is the day they'll earn their liberty
The day he won't love me more than I love him
And I won't love him more than he loves me
We'll find the truth that sets us free
marahmarie: my initials (MM) (Default)
7-11-2004

Sheiks in satin and silk,
Kings and all their ilk,
Could not tempt me,
If only you'd hold me -

Knights in full armor,
Angels in realms calmer,
Could not charm me
If only you'd touch me -

The treasures of heaven,
Stars falling by sevens,
Could not move me
If only you'd kiss me-

Earth's awesome beauty,
All riches, power, and glory,
Could not sway me
If only you'd be my baby -

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Jan. 28th, 2013 10:41 pm
marahmarie: my initials (MM) (Default)
Fight the war with me
Stand by my side
There is no alacrity
In knowing Eternity
Depends on what we cannot see
In our souls we know
It's not over yet, we know, we know

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Jan. 28th, 2013 10:34 pm
marahmarie: my initials (MM) (Default)
I finally found my dream
Her name was Serenity
She brought peace where there was war
Healed our scars and stopped anymore
From scabbing over our hearts;
She was kind and sweet and smart
Freckled and auburn and taught
Us to lay down arms and reap our destiny;
She has saved you if not me,
But she'll be mine for Eternity

OK, so weirdly enough, I had a dream about her the night after I wrote this (not the same night but the following one). And she really does have my freckles and then some - but they look so much nicer on her. She was standing in what looked like my current kitchen and the first thing that caught me about her as she looked at me was she has exactly my eyes in both shape and expression (no small feat because I have 'doll eyes': I own a brown-haired, brown-eyed porcelain doll only because my mom bought it after realizing its eyes look like mine, which uh, they do).


She was about sixteen years old, well-dressed, clean and calm-looking, a few inches taller than I am, and her hair was a perfect cloud of soft long brown spirals. She had my mouth and high cheekbones and this wide and beautiful face, and yeah, that face, it had nothing to do with me, but I think I know who it had something to do with.