Miss Mary Jane : Writing

Deep Earth:Forests of Home

Deep Earth:Forests of Home

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane


I just mailed this off for the Joyce Kilmer Forest 75th Anniversary Poetry Contest. I hope you all enjoy..
The Settling of the Dawn.

The Settling of the Dawn.

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane


Uncertain of who you are, wandering, with paper and pen.Writing on every surface you see, the attempt to attain bliss.Fleeting moments, a glimpse in h..
Fallen Dawn: A Memory

Fallen Dawn: A Memory

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane


Our song played softly, echoing through the empty halls.A dream floating, mindlessly, a memory without seams.Strong hands of dreamer, broken, crippled..
The Darkness of the Dawn

The Darkness of the Dawn

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane


In the fleeting rays of the darkest night we've known,I lost a friend, a dream on the end of string.Like blinds being pulled in front of these saddene..
Equinox

Equinox

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane


Tear stained, with blood on your lips.Forget this, mountain filled misery.Go back to the better side of you,be surrounded by your volumes of sand.Dese..
We'll Take You Down

We'll Take You Down

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane


Running through sunshine, with laughter surrounding me.Memories, painful, beautiful.I release you, mislead you.I've lost my way back to the garden.Thr..
unknown

unknown

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane


Running in circles, swirls, whirls, will you wake up from this vivid dream?A scene you are corrupted and compromised in, a separate sin.
Deep Earth: Lost In The Mountains

Deep Earth: Lost In The Mountains

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane


Wigglin' toes in the hot southern clay.Red like her hair when the sun hits it.Will you miss this, surrounded by hillsby sweet hillbilly sounds.Melodic..
Gypsy Queens and New Orleans

Gypsy Queens and New Orleans

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane


Soft, luxuriant sounds,something so mild it makes me high.I can feel the heat and hear the slow ocean waves.The birds they sing, oh ofGypsy Queensand ..
A New Mother Nature

A New Mother Nature

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane


I don't think I'm done just yet with this piece. May turn it into a story.