Carissa Marie : Writing

Unveiling

Unveiling

A Poem by Carissa Marie


Tonight I will remove the veilThat has blinded my eyes from the lightThat could have guided the path away from you.I will unclothe the cloak of shadow..
Memories of the wind

Memories of the wind

A Poem by Carissa Marie


This road we are on will soon fade away,And all that we'll get to keepIs the memory of the wind's gentle touch.We have stood here for far too long,Wit..
Prisoner of the Mind

Prisoner of the Mind

A Poem by Carissa Marie


Paranoia has kicked in, And I try to separate what is real from what is not. My grip on reality is slipping away As I drink shot after sh..
Twirling Elephants

Twirling Elephants

A Story by Carissa Marie


"The pink elephant looks pretty right?" Lily giggled as she stares at an empty space."Lily, what are you talking about? Who are you talking to? I ask ..
Drill #9 (Let me cry for you)

Drill #9 (Let me cry for you)

A Poem by Carissa Marie


Let me cry for you.Let me wipe away the tearsAnd the fearsThat the world has forced upon your eyes.The wounds they have inflicted,Give them to me,And ..
Drill #8 (A poem for the dead)

Drill #8 (A poem for the dead)

A Poem by Carissa Marie


I have seen the faces of the dead,I have heard the stories of the old.The have all sang for me,Sweet elegy and sanctityThat cannot be taken to their g..
Drill #7 (Buried in the ruins)

Drill #7 (Buried in the ruins)

A Poem by Carissa Marie


She stands over the mountaintop,Above the clouds of mist,Overlooking the world that was onceAs majestic as the walls which now crumblesBeneath her fee..
Schizophrenic

Schizophrenic

A Poem by Carissa Marie


I hear voices in my head,They whisper prophesies-And of wondrous epiphanies.Blow on the trumpet, they saidThe dawn is comingAnd so will the stars appe..
Of love and art

Of love and art

A Poem by Carissa Marie


She is an artist, while I'm a poet.A painter versus a writer.She will paint youIn vivid colors to make you come alive,While with me you are black and ..
Freebird

Freebird

A Poem by Carissa Marie


We had carved our names into an old oak tree one summer day.We had marked our love that we thought would be eternal.Your hand in mine, as we scratched..