Steven
Marshall Horror
"Stephen King is the emperor of horror, Marshall is the law!"
-New Blood Magazine
Poems
By Steven Marshall
A Thought In The Black
It hides deep in the shadows
Within a world all it's own
It's secrets are held secret
It's best when they're not shown
Something there behind its eyes
Touching the depths of its soul
It wants to rise to the surface
Reality keeps it under control
Its mystery enchants the mind
That's why it hides from the light
Its thoughts make its soul restless
Keeps its body awake at night
Its hand reaches out never touching
Its tear a message from its heart
Its laughter but a false pretense
Holding together what's coming apart
It yearns to seize the moment
But never finds the time to act
So until its words are spoken
It remains a thought in the black
Shadow In Time
(I) was just a shaded sketch of someone else's dream
I'm living as a shadow, that's sure the way it seems
I was just an outline of someone else's grace
I may have done all the work, still no one knew my face
My image is a faded one and I cannot reflect
I'm just alive in the sun and I cannot project
My spirit is divine, but my body isn't whole
I'm living in a dream, like a fractured soul
Shadows come and shadows go
But me the world will never know
I'm lost in life and lost in time
My shadow is cast and I'm sublime
I'm just a shadow in time
When I'm in the spotlight, my body will still loom
According to the ways you, life for me has no room
When I go into the night my life will fade to black
Will anyone still be there when I turn and look back?
I'll live and die a shadow that no one ever knew
I'll cast a faded image, my dreams won't shine through
I feel feel like antimatter, living so far out of place
I am but a remnant, leaving behind only a trace
Time Heals All Scars
By Steven Marshall
Time waits, before it heals a broken heart
Memories fade in your lifetime -- like a work of art
You must move on now, leaving your heartbreak behind
You will find, in good time, life you can't just rewind
The rose and its thorns, a sign of beauty
Greedy hands seek your mystique
Magical rose, savage grace flows
Where there is beauty lies a greed that grows
Nobody knows, nobody cares
That you were peacefully lying there
Rose knows, its beauty can shame us with pain
With its last breath it will struggle, for our human gain
Its lying dead now, its memories fading of life
Now this rose feels your pain, it is lost, yet remains
Time heals all scars, life bleeds new wounds
Watching the pain drip down on you
Thorns of a rose, beauty that grows
Breathing the rain inside you
Sadness can wait, plenty tomorrow
And time like fate you can borrow
And life can wait for your sorrow
Life is not fair if you breathe air
Were we aware you had a right to blossom there?
Now we just stare, without a care
But here's a song that we can now both share
Stained Inside & Out
By Steven Marshall
My Flesh a vessel, with skin like milk
A blank canvass, upon which I prick the silk
With color and images I express this art
A story for each, that comes from the heart
My body a tapestry like strokes of a brush
This hot intense feeling gives me a rush
I take this outer shell and paint a stain
Inward my addiction to feel this pain
I'm marked for life, my skin is breached
From the depths of my soul I try to reach
My sadness, my pain, my hate and joy
Inside I'm empty, my love destroyed
You held me down and watched me bleed
My love and trust has died, along with me
My spirit shall rise when my flesh turns cold
Alas this body, a work of art to long behold
My self expression, don't care if its taboo
As I watched you leave, I knew it was through
Yet this ink, this stain, more than a tattoo
Even longer lasting is my memory of you
Now I'm stained for life from the inside out
Removed from love and replaced with doubt
I'm all scarred inside, from my love I hide
The stories of my tats, they all coincide
© Copyright Steven Marshall 2005.
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