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"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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