marierosewrites.

she glittered and she glued her spirit to the art of words - her expression stood tall, high above skyscrapers and doves that sought peace in unreachable places.  she was a gem that had been dusted off by paragraphs and sentences written by authors in freshman lectures.  grew and still growing into her own, she owns her expression and spreads volumes of heavy scripts and thoughts on blank slips we refer to as loose leaf sheets ... of paper.  take a look at her journey on this trail and enjoy.

two hundred-nintey six.

faithful as the sun.

you know, there's something about you -
you mimic a certain star that i've seen
almost, well really, every single day of
my life since i could recognize it.

the sun.
you know how it falls,
but you still, in the crevices of your heart,
believe and trust that it will rise again after its fall?
without fail.  without a doubt.  without a worry.
the sun.

yeah, there's something about you -
and that something is you and the sun
share similar habits - you fall, and you
rise with more beauty, creating more beauty around you.
for the sun, its sky.
for you, your loved ones.

the sun and you are so alike.
remember that - when you fall,
you rise more beautiful than ever.
with a hope that is not questioned
or even doubted.

remember you're bright and beautiful,
just like the sun.

you are a star,
just like - the sun.

and the beat goes on ...

two hundred-ninety five.

the weight of the forest.

feet trudging through the

thickness of the forest,

it's layered with leaves and

sticks and acorns - leaving

the feet heavy beneath the

weight of its waste - or its

necessary shedding of weight.

somehow, those pair of feet keep

lugging through, as they are too determined

to allow the shedding of the forest to stop its

desired journey - its journey that's been hoped for

and long awaited, it refuses to stop, 

they continue to move.

they continue,

to move.