Poems by Marcia A. Newton

There's a place called home where everything feels right,
a place that's enchanting and beautiful and its own paradise,
a place of wonder and excitement and its own playland.
This place called home is known as wonderland.

Laughter and love overflow in wonderland,
where hopes and dreams are fulfilled as planned.
Delights and marvels are awaiting in utopia
where blissfulness and surprises are part of euphoria.

Wonderland is a dreamworld of make believe,
a place of beauty and fantasies.
It is a world of myths and magical things
beyond the Earth where Heaven begins.

Wonderland is happiness and infinite inspiration,
a space to live a love story or a wild obsession.
My wonderland exists wherever you are.
My heart is with you no matter how far.

In wonderland we are never apart,
and thoughts and desires keep us young at heart.
My soul craves a time when it's not a fable
to live a charmed life as long as we're able.

Is it just a fool's dream to feel this way
to cross into a world different as night and day?
All I need is a vivid imagination
to take me to wonderland on any occasion.

Picture this: 
being my someone special to love
being the one I want to take care of
being a part of my very soul
to be the one I'd never let go.

Picture this:
being a companion day or night
being a partner in my life
being a friend that I can trust
to be a lover that I can lust.

Picture this:
being the reason I want to breathe
being the one I want and need.
being the reason my heart beats
to be my everything when our lips meet.

Picture this:
being the love I was destined to find
being the music that soothes my mind
being my shelter when I need calm
to be my home when in your arms.

Picture this:
being the one who holds my heart
being together when each day starts
being the one in my life's next chapter
or to be my happily ever after.

Why do I fade to gray when everyone else is bright?
Why am I without color living between black and white?
Why am I held captive in a place that is unknown?
Why am I invisible and living in the gray zone?

There are no right answers, and there are no right choices.
There are too many brain knots with too many voices.
Not enough trust in the forces of life,
and no one to save me or be by my side.

It's being afraid to stay and afraid to move.
It's a struggle between two sides in a waiting room.
It's hard to let go and let life just happen
or break away from what was or what I imagine.

But, I must find balance and self-acceptance
by moving past mistakes while living in the present.
To break free from the gray zone and completely let go,
I must clean the slate and reset life's flow.

In my life's reset, I can be free
to be the person I am with a life meant to be.
I'll be ready to adapt the narrative of my life
and leave the gray zone behind to be colorful and bright.

We never saw it coming when our friendship first began, 
but it became a sweet romance that set off destiny's plan.
Having a love to treasure and a love to defend
is the fire and passion in a flame and a friend.

Our friendship started the fire which burns us with desire
and continues to inflame us like a raging wildfire.
With souls on fire and hearts untamed
it's all or nothing when our passions are unchained.

Only a flame and a friend know the language of the heart,
they whisper in silence when words fall apart.
Love lives in the heart where worries have no place.
and friendship's tranquility cannot be erased.

As moments are stolen in the arms of a friend,
our souls are finally freed as love transcends.
Time together becomes a heaven we embrace
as we lie together face to face.

A touch, a kiss, the look in our eyes
reflect feelings inside we can't disguise.
We are taking a chance wherever it leads
because love is worth everything and all that we need.

Broken in spirit.  Broken in heart.
Broken in pieces just falling apart.
Emotional pain.  Deep in despair.
No one to love and no one who cares.

Overwhelmed in sadness.  Life out of control.
Feeling empty and lost down to my soul.
Tired of the struggle.  I'm not that tough.
Always feeling like I'm not good enough.

Imprisoned by fear, I'm ready to fall.
Feeling forgotten and feeling small.
Caught in the middle in a storm of pain,
I search for the sun, but am lost in the rain.

I need to change something, but I don't know how,
because it's hard to focus on the here and now.
I need to take care and try to be brave
and not dwell on the past mistakes that I've made.

Being broken and wounded shatters my heart,
but its part of my story that I need to restart.
God, help me to find strength to keep on going,
and I'll take a deep breath and keep on coping.

I cherish the moments we once shared,
those were the times when Heaven was near.
But now I linger in the in-between
torn between the past and a future unforeseen.

I am without you in this state of transition,
reflecting on my life in this intermission.
Without you in the in-between, my world is cold and strange,
a broken heart that needs to heal because everything has changed.

My past is but a shadow and my future out of sight.
I am lost in a strange space where nothing feels quite right.
It's a waiting game I play yearning for something better,
learning to say goodbye and hoping to find closure.

While I search for answers to questions I don't know,
I wonder if the in-between will ever let me go.
Living in the in-between is the hardest place to be,
but it's where I need to find my strength to set my heartache free.

While living in the in-between, I hope to find new purpose
through a journey from fragility to a place of strong resilience.
I hope to find my joy and find my inner peace,
in this pause between the pain and where all struggles cease.

And when the dust settles and this weight lifts from my soul,
I will face life without you with a new dream and goal.
I will carry the lessons learned of heartache and of struggle
as I leave the in-between behind and surface from the rubble.

Be careful what you wish for is what I hear them say
it could be your downfall or lift you up one day.
Be careful what you wish for it just might come true
It may bring you happiness or bring you sorrow too.

Wishing upon a star at night to make your dream come alive
may turn into your worst nightmare that you might not survive.
You need to be careful for any wish you make
it may be just what you want or be a big mistake.

Know that any wish you make has the power to change your life.
but once the wish is spoken it might cut you like a knife.
You may wish for a carefree life with more love and happiness,
just know that any wish you make may have some consequence.

Some wishes that you make may not be what you seek,
and any wish can make you strong or it can make you weak.
There is a chance that any wish can make a dream come true,
but has the power to twist your life in ways from what you knew.

Be careful what you wish for, it can change your fate.
It could be everything you want; it's a risk you'll have to take.
Any wish you make can bring you hell or bring you heaven,
it can bring you nothing or bring anything you imagine.

Be careful what you wish for or so the fable goes.
It may lead to something special or lead to paths unknown.
Be careful what you wish for; a lesson to guide you through.
Some wishes that you want may not be what's best for you.

If your heart is true and your wish is good and kind,
you may find that any doubts are yours to leave behind.
Embrace the life you have, for it's yours to make or break.
What you do with your life is your own fate to shape.

I can't be certain, but I believe we have met before.
There's an eerie connection between us; of this I'm very sure.
You seem so familiar like our paths have crossed somehow.
I wonder maybe in a dream or a memory long past now.

I don't recall when or how, but know this has happened before
in another life, another place through a time dimension door.
Could this be a glimpse of a world split into two?
Maybe I am just experiencing a case of déjà vu.

I feel an uncertainty having somehow lived this moment;
remembering echoes of the past though I've never known it.
I'm not sure if this is real or if it's just a feeling.
I seem to sense this moment is from another reality.

I'm uncertain if this is chance or if it's destiny,
or an out of body experience, or the past catching up with me.
I have no clear recollection, but I feel an odd sensation
like a karmic energy is summoning me like an invitation.

Time stands still, yet the clock keeps ticking as the timeline shifts,
a fleeting sense of déjà vu and unaware of how to own it.
In this suspended space like a ghost trapped in a room,
I reach out but I can't touch what I can only presume.

Is what I'm experiencing a gut feeling or intuition;
a fragment of a memory or is it my imagination?
Did our souls once make a pact destined to start anew
or are these just echoes of dreams, memories or déjà vu?

Inked in attitude, it's clear to see
in the way you glance and step towards me.
A body detailed in intricate tattoos,
marked in confidence as you own the room.

Each tattoo is a blackwork creation,
a living masterpiece; the epitome of perfection.
Every inked line telling your story,
revealing the path where you claimed your glory.

You know who you are; you know what you want.
Unapologetically bold, no one dares to confront.
Your tattooed canvas depicts a man of few words,
your truth inked in skin where silence is heard.

You've always been comfortable in your own skin,
with a body created for the art of sin.
Your body beckons a devil's temptation,
the cost of my soul is the price of damnation.

A wink of your eye is your silent command
a domineering presence; a force I understand.
I feel the pull; the heat of your desire,
the art of seduction igniting the fire.

My heart beats for this man of ink
He's the art I want; no time to be weak.
His tattoos turn me into a true art lover,
hoping to become the next ink he'll uncover.

When power meets surrender, a contract is made,
consent is granted to trust and obey.
A willingness to submit, to relinquish control,
to surrender the body, to yield heart and soul.

A contract is sealed with clear intent,
in this kingdom of power where no rules are bent.
A shared understanding that mastery reigns,
with dominance granted and submission contained.

When power meets surrender, dynamics extend.
With safeguards in place, the scene begins.
In this moment as their desire grows,
a thrill of control between them flows.

As limits are set with a safeword as oath,
a rope of trust connects them both.
A collar of devotion to follow commands,
a leash of trust held firm in sir's hands.

In giving control, freedom is surrendered,
a form of strength where needs are centered.
A promise of loyalty, a consent to uphold,
a devotion in submission as the contract unfolds.