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Liar's Song

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  Liar's Song by Marsha Marie dig deeper bury them away it does no good       to be on display gaze down  ignore me please shut the door      to hide my screams can i tell you that i love you?  can i tell you that i care?  no matter it doesn't matter      i can never be there my cries for you what a liar they are  to tell me true love is just within reach but in truth be so far  can i tell you that i love you?  can i tell you that i care?  no matter it doesn't matter      i can never be there

The Taboo Kiss

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  The Taboo Kiss by Marsha Marie The night is bitter cold. Our shifts started at 11 pm, and the thought of seeing him again was so exciting. We meet up for class as usual and begin chatting. Eighteen years my junior, and all of his attention is on me.  Tonight he wants to go for a walk.  "Let’s go to Fatima Jinnah Park. We can take your car.”  “Sounds great. Let’s go.” The park is just down the road; so not a long drive at all. We park the car and head into the dark mini-forest. My heels clicking in the crisp air. We talk about random things. He is young and not very experienced in life. I already have two marriages and three children. The most unusual of a pairing.  His English is broken but sweet. We discuss life and things about our different cultures. I am an American and he is Pakistani.  The fog from our faces does not bother us at all. Yes, there are others walking around the park, but we don’t mind. They look like couples too, and we just look the other way and continue ou

The Knock

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The Knock  by Marsha Marie I hear a knock at the door.  I roll my eyes. Another solicitor, I thought. I gently look thru the peephole and see no one there.  But I hear a whisper.  Open. Open.  Who are you? I say. I need nothing today.  Open. Open. The whisper increases.  Look inside and you will know who I am.   No. No. I want nothing today. ....Well, maybe just a touch. Just a feeling of warmth against my body. But you cannot. I cannot.  Open. Open. The whisper snickers. You invited me over. Why else would I have come? I wonder who I so unknowingly beckoned? Is it my lover that I have been longing for? Open. Open and find out.  I stretch out my hand and turn the nob. My heart is racing. I open the door just enough to peek. His scent rushes in as a whirl and envelops me, and I begin to fall.  Deeper and deeper. A sensual purple dances around me. The whisper booms thru my body and my heart saying: I am here. I love you. I will never leave you again.   

A Stone

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  A Stone by Marsha Marie A dark beginning My history, a mystery spinning. Mom, my tower of strength and inspiration.  Can I be like her? Such adoration. Teenage years a blur. Then motherhood abounds. But pain my only friend as sadness surrounds. Stabbed, punched, kicked and raped. But alas I did escape. A foreign family I chose to love. Finally peace came on the wings of a dove. The happiness I was searching was a world away. For 22 years, I decided to stay. Surrendering to the man. I shook in fear.  Welcome back to America, I said thru a tear. Aged, withered and alone My loneliness makes my heart like a stone.

Am I in Love With a Memory?

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Am I in Love With a Memory?  By Marsha Marie   A touch down your back. My fingertips are soft and vibrate with excitement.  I lean over and gently caress your neck with my lips. Your scent blinds me with desire. How can I tell him? Will he believe me? You roll over and I gaze into your eyes.  I see the young love you once were. I replay the taste embedded in my heart. I lay in your arms and dream of how I wish things could be. I feel your heart. I feel your warmth. Kiss me and hold me. We unite and complete the passion we once burned. I often wonder if you are thinking of me. Do you miss me? Does my scent linger in your mind? Can you be my hero? Can you help me escape my self-made prison? I close my eyes and still feel your youthful smile. I imagine gliding my fingertips across your lips. Your eyes the window to your soul. I feel as if I am standing in a forest calling your name? No one hears. Not even you. I cry to the leaves to hide my shame. Hide me from the chains that bind. I want

Whisper

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Whisper      By Marsha Marie long ago too far now just a memory is it fair? a unknown voice says, yes wish i were there to keep you warm to heal the scars time has scattered between us again i feel i have hurt you. i cannot reach. if only i could hear you whisper my name. a gentle breathing of our love into existence.  a tender touch to the face a gentle kiss of remembrance but silence is deafening and distance agony a reminder of the judgment called down from high youth trampled and left us searching  but we shall never find …….we shall never find i concede oh great prophets  you have won this round  but in the shadows i will continue to whisper his name until my dying breath…. “daniel, i love you” THAT they can never drown.

Dear Me

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  Dear Me  by Marsha Marie   Dear Me,  I know that at the time you are reading this letter you are only 17, and you think that you have all of the answers for everything. Well, you don't and you are about to make some of the biggest mistakes of your life. You may be wondering who I am, and how it is that I know so much about you. Well, I am you from the future. No seriously though! Yeah, you’re right, I did watch Back to the Future way too many times, but yea, I'm your future-self. So listen carefully. No, seriously, you have got to listen to me.   Soon you will meet a man that will change your life. His name is Tom. He will charm you, and convince you to do things that you will wish you had never done. (Don’t worry, no one else will find out what you did, but you will deeply regret those things.) You will fall head over heals and fall for the stupid shit that he says! He will convince you to marry him, and you will leave the country with him. Yep, that’s right, you are going