Marisa Day

Joined August 2018

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Bio

I'm young, in love with the idea of love, and I'm trying my hand at getting better with poetry after years of doing it mediocrely.

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When I Suffer...
when i suffer... my chest is aching my body is shaking my head is spiraling i can't focus when i suffer... my stomach is churning
By Marisa Day6 years ago in Poets
Oasis
There is an abandoned and lost oasis. It was last visited by those Who saw the happiness and peace it contained. The bright eyes, the big smiles,
By Marisa Day6 years ago in Poets
It's Just 'Human Nature,' Right?
PART ONE: If we were to compare our existence to that of beasts, shouldn't the results make us scared? Not because humans think they are superior, but because we simply can't compare.
By Marisa Day6 years ago in Poets
The Embodiment of Hope
My voice is nothing but a moan in the wind waiting for it to be heard. While I wait in the coldness of the winter air, I experience nothing foreign except an unforeseen reply in the west.
By Marisa Day6 years ago in Poets