Grace Marshall

 

Despite Your Instinct

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, September 19, 2017

 

Redness tainted her cheeks
He thought she was nervous
He couldn’t read her mind
That her blush was guilt

A hint of shame and unrest
At the thoughts that flowed
That hit her mind like a bullet
When she spotted him there

She'd never felt such feelings
And the disgust that filled her
The desire to harm him so
Startled her into unrest


And while she wouldn't act
Wouldn't follow the desires through
She was still embarrassed
She could think such things

So maybe innocence was more
More than she had realized
It was being pure in deed
Despite your first instinct

~Grace Marshall, poem "Despite Your Instinct"
(*Photo from Pixabay)

 



 

Starlight

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, April 18, 2017

As she walked away, one step at a time

She told herself she was right

She would find it, and make it

But as she glanced toward the sky

The starlight felt cold and unfeeling


As if it was mocking her choices

Declaring it would ever elude her grasp

 

~Grace Marshall

(Picture from Pixabay)

 




 

Quiet Whirlwind

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, February 07, 2017

 

Simple, small, deprived, strong-willed

Brother of a normal child

Lover of beauty, life, freedom

Who feels alive in a wagon, Freedom with walking, Sadness with death

Who fears being left alone

Who would like to see caring love

Resident of a temporary body

Quiet whirlwind

~"Quiet Whirlwind"

Grace Marshall

 





 

Angry

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, January 10, 2017

She felt her fist clench
Her mind reeled ahead
Without a second thought
Nothing more said
He was sprawled
Fist mark on his head

~Grace Marshall


 

 




 

Alive

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, October 18, 2016

 

I feel alive, awake
Every day is a mystery
Every step an adventure
I'm twirling in freedom
 
~Grace Marshall
From Poem, "Alive"

 



 

Life

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, June 28, 2016

All the world
Calling to my soul
Incinerating my hopes
Devastating me

Reeling in a whirl
A completely empty void
In and out of consciousness
Not knowing lies from truth

~Grace Marshall
Poem "Acid Rain"



 

Keep Our Memories

Grace Marshall - Saturday, May 07, 2016

 

"While riding Mr. Freeze
We've held each other's hands
We've turned into tomatoes
While sculpting in the sand

We've given and taken lessons
While swimming in a pool
We've tutored each other
When we cared about school"

 

 



 

Way Out

Grace Marshall - Saturday, April 30, 2016

"Broken inside
Trying to run
Trying to hide

Battered and bruised
So desperate for healing
So utterly used

Crying and sick
But even while dying
There is a slap and a kick
 
Trying to see
My body shaking
I wanna be free"

 

 



 

Another Chance

Grace Marshall - Friday, April 29, 2016

"So this is another chance
Just another
Another one of those chances
Like the sun
Getting another chance to brighten
The world
Like the deer
Getting another chance
With its newborn fawn
Like each brand new day
Getting another chance
To be brand new
Before the next day
And the next"

 



 

Vietnam_Boy

Grace Marshall - Monday, April 04, 2016

 

"It wasn't that I knew him
I couldn't bear to know him
It wasn't that I thought him dangerous
I had to believe he was

It wasn't that I liked violence
I was used to blood
It wasn't that I wanted to fire
I didn't have a choice

It wasn't that I had courage
I was too afraid not to
It wasn't that I enjoyed war
I hated it as much as it hated me

It wasn't that I was used to rain
I continued to hump forward
It wasn't that I was used to mud
I had to carry it"

~Grace Marshall
From my poem, "Vietnam Boy"