Marea has been writing poetry, short stories, and songs ever since she was a small child. In fact, many of the poems you will find here on Helium were written when she was just a teenager. (All non-fiction articles were written after 2008.)
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+ more bio informationSleep my darling Motherfor we know you'll soon departMay your slumber be a blissful onemay comfort fill your heart. Sleep my precious Motherfor His Grace has set you freeMay your respite be a peaceful onefor all eternity. Sleep my lovely Mothereven though I"ll miss you soMay your journey be a good oneeach and every place you ... More..
Deep in the earthwhere no man can dwellIs a tortuous cavernnamed Hades and Hell. Where people are deadyet fully awareAnd all they can hearare screams everywhere. From the sizzling bodieswrithing in painLast minute beggingunheard and in vain. Climbing and clawingtheir way to the topMistakingly thinkingit isn't as hot. But the ... More..
Hands so softas only a Mother's could beSo warm and so gentlereaching out to me. Eyes full of loveso tender and brownTwinkle like diamondsbig bright and round. Face of an angelso perfect in formFine flawless skinso sweet and so warm. Heart of a Saintso perfect and trueI couldn't have imaginedhow much I'd miss you. My beautifu... More..
Few things in life are more difficult than trying to break the cycle of abuse in families. Typically, these behaviors have been going on for several generations, and with most family members "sweeping everything under the rug", the chances of breaking the cycle once and for all can look pretty dismal. That being said, it IS s... More..
Convince me, conform meand do what you mustTo help me survivein a world of disgust.You blind me, confine methen tell me I'm freeTo do what I wantto choose what I see.You put up your bordersdivide up the earthWho gave you powerto say what I'm worth?Another statisticis all that I amA number designedto conform to the plan.Just l... More..
There was once a loving woman who was Mother to her earth And through the pangs of death she would experience a birth. She had a wonderous garden that was constantly in bloom But she had this little flower that would perish very soon. She could not understand it as she had given it as much Of water and of tendering and of n... More..
No more are the oceansthat once before were turquoise blueFor man in all his carelessnesshas left a brownish hue. No more are the wetlandswhere wonderous creatures used to roamFor man in all his greedinessput a building in their home. No more are the forestswhere once before the deer ran freeFor man in all his wickednesshas... More..
I know I'm going nowhereand I'm travelling pretty fastDepending on the futurebut still living in the past.Thinking that tomorrowI'll start another lifeToday I'm just too busywith my worry and my strife.Wondering what I'll be likein another month or two.I'll start to change tomorrowyes, I know that's what I'll do!Well tomorrow... More..
Sanity beckoning meto reside withinBut a mind too riddledwith sicknessRenders me unableto play host. Sanity inviting meto attend its partyBut a soul too litteredwith debris of past hurtsHas disabled mefrom attending-even fashionably late. Sanity waiting for mebehind a doorthat cannot be answered.Pleading with meto at least lo... More..
To allow psychologists to prescribe drugs to their patients would actually be a disservice in that it could eventually eliminate one of the most, if not thee most, important components in the road to the restoration of good mental health; the counseling that is so vitally needed; not only because of its use in diagnosing vari... More..
Marea E. Johnson
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