Maryann I: Favorites

Mar 19 Maryann I

Immortality

In the tranquil woods,
I wander,
each tree a thought,
each breeze a lesson.

Remind me,
in every pathway,
I am part of it all,
in this art,
called life.

"Everything happens for a reason, good or bad."
And after watching (a lotttt of times) and analyzing Avengers: Endgame, I believe that they are very right, lol.

#nature #reflection #life #serenity #journey #mindfulness #growth #peace #woods

Mar 19 Maryann I

Blood

Mar 19 Maryann I

Bernice

Blood

Blood!!
Something to show you are human
Interesting isn't it?
Those that you love want you to bleed

Why is blood red?
Too scientific
Why do I feel dead?
Too spiritual

Antarctica is known for it's cold
As I'm known to be rude
Mars is known for it's holes
Just like my mood

Blood flows through you
Inside the veins
But it can **** you
And take the reins

What do I do to me?
To make me not bleed?
Do I change myself for thee?
What do you need?

Life is scary
For those drowning in their own blood
It is unlike a cherry
That is growing from a flower bud

It is like the heart overstimulating
Waiting for the right time
It is like trying to over evaluate
While dying in the mines

It is careless that people bleed
Unless you force yourself to cut
What is the point of our need?
When we feel like part of a hunt

Where is our feeling
In times of gain
When do we start healing
During out times of pain

We grow up too quickly
And our blood flows freely
When death is round the corner
The blood stops flowing forever

Mar 19 Maryann I

Lying In His Embrace Endlessly

Mar 19 Maryann I

Travis Green

Lying In His Embrace Endlessly

Being with him was the best
Thing that ever happened to me
Being with him was a thrilling feeling
My sweet, irresistible loverman
My succulent, enchanting romancer

I couldn’t get enough
Of his unmatched passion
And hypnotic attraction
I craved his breathtaking manliness
I treasured every minute

Being in his seamless arms
Loving him was a breeze
Thoughts of his sizzling hot masculinity
Danced through the canvas of my mind
Turning me on
Calling him my home

I was so weak for him
I couldn’t do without him
I needed him all over me
Feeling his tremendous energy
Kissing his bewitching lips
Lying in his embrace endlessly

Mar 19 Maryann I

~•§•~ Pssst... ~•§•~

Mar 19 Maryann I

Jeremy Betts

~•§•~ Pssst... ~•§•~

Hey you there

It's not just me in here
Oh how I wish you could hear the coconspirator
Or see in a single tear how loud the fear of fear truly can be
And how I'm so rarely allowed to steer

I AM a dark passenger, MY dark passenger
A near prison like constricting atmosphere with no breathing apparatus gear
Life can be so impossibly cavalier
Death is always closer than it should ever appear, regardless of the mirror

In my story I have the glory of a lone fourth musketeer
With a crowded asylum between each ear
So many questions but not a single agreed upon answer will appear
And I've yet to meet this so called infallible puppeteer

Though the hierarchy is clear, it passes through an auctioneer
"Punish thee if thy finds I should ever veer from thy holy 'engineer'"
Hell, they can stay put like a headlight frozen deer
I'd rather be allowed to be the one to disappear

I did not ask to be here

©2025

#witness #inside #self #questions #voices #fear

Mar 18 Maryann I

Hiding From Love

Mar 18 Maryann I

preston

Hiding From Love

She stands at the Well.
But she is not alone.

A voice speaks—
"You have no husband, do you?
Not just one—not two—but many.
And still, you are thirsty."

She freezes.
Because the voice is true.
Because she is seen.

But she resists.

"It’s not just the men…"
Her hands tighten.
"There is another ‘her’ inside me.

She fights. She *****.
She wants destruction and hunger and chaos.
She doesn’t listen. She doesn’t stop.
She is the one who makes me want to throw myself from a cliff
just so I don’t have to deal with her anymore."

"She’s gonna do something crazy," she whispers.
"And I’ll be gone. Like I was never even here."

The voice does not flinch.
"Then let Me meet her."

Silence.

A storm brews behind her ribs.

The "her" within her stirs—
The dark one. The wounded one.
She crouches behind the rocks, clutching her shame.

The other "her"—the one who still believes—
She wades into the water, hands lifted, reaching for salvation.

One moves toward the Light.
One remains in the shadows.

"You see, Lord? She does not belong to me.
She belongs to the dark."

A pause.

"No," The Spirit says.
"She belongs to Me."

The rocks begin to shake.
The water ripples.

Behind the trees, the dark "her" presses her back against the bark,
watching the water, watching the other "her" wade in.
She wants to believe.
She wants to step forward.

But she remembers.

The love of man is dishonest.
The world swallows and devours.
Every time she has trusted, she has been burned.

"The water will steal me," she whispers.
"The light will dissolve me. I will disappear."

But the Spirit does not demand.
It does not chase.
It does not force.

It only knows.

"You are afraid that surrender will erase you," the Spirit says.
"But you have already been erased."

The words cut deep.
Because they are true.

"You live divided.
One ‘her’ in the shadows.
One ‘her’ in the light.
Neither whole.
Neither free."

The dark "her" clenches her fists.
"You don’t understand her," she spits.
"She needs me."

"No," the Spirit says.
"She needs Me."

The trees begin to shake.
The wind rises.

"Come, little one.
I have been waiting for you."

She takes a step forward.
The trees do not stop her.
The rocks do not hold her.

The dark "her" and the one who waits—the one who believes—
They are not enemies.
They are not strangers.

They are two halves of the same soul.

And Love—
Love has come to bring them both home.

The Art of Salvation

River running..
That rushing sound in these parts
spell out the words, crystal-clear..
Tree-lined banks, giving way
to the Dark Hills,  upslope

Giving way,  to
granite-rocked outcroppings
giving way to  elk-hidden quakeys
Surrendering their holy-huddle's
pristine stances
to tall  prairie-grass, waving
wild raspberries  and tall pines

    And I,  myself..
    am surrendering also
She is watching the water, believing
That as it flows,
she will not lose herself in it
That it will not steal,  but heal

That I will not  rage again
within my fear

I am watching her,
watch the water
I am watching the water--  believing
That as I give  of myself
further  into the flow

that I will not become  diffused
by humanity
By the love  of man
and all  of its dishonesty

and all  of its  diabolical treachery

Of its  lack of concern,
or understanding
Or ability to break through
its own,  self-centeredness

Or its need  to swallow me up
    into the mundane.
Her hands are in the air now,
praising..

Worshipping
the true nature  of the flow,
Believing..
that I will let all of this, go
And as she  wades in
I ease, back--

Retreating
up the Dark Hills, *****
Clutching tightly..
To granite-rocked outcroppings,
  weeping.

Hiding in the quakeys,
among the majestic elk
Begging for the tallgrass, cover
among the wild raspberries.
   Now, fully concealed
   in  tall pines.

Her hands
are stretched out,  now..
as if hovering  over the waters,
participating

While I hide  from it all

While I hide,  from humanity;
From the fallen,  love of man

    She is wading in,
    Believing
.
As I am leaving;
Believing

    As the cloud-hidden sky,
    starts raining--

playing the most incredible, of tunes..
https://youtu.be/PgRafRp-P-o?si=1A3rb7ajt_ZPlMW2

xox
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4407079/the-art-of-salvation/

"Little Spirits  were born
with their little  freedoms  intact--
In freedom.. they are only
drawn out  by Love"

youtu.be/i-kHleNYIDc

            ❤️❤️

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4736547/children-of-the-quakies/
xo

#love #childhoodtrauma #fear #pain #hiding #warmth #safety #magic #forgiveness #eternity

Mar 18 Maryann I

Unreplied letters

Mar 18 Maryann I

Peter Gerstenmaier

Unreplied letters

The weeds in our garden
Grew as fast as the pile
Of your unreplied letters

Such a sad race to behold...
REPOST. Written in sep/24.

#weeds #unreplied