"You, God Are Holy"

Hey, gems.

So, lately, I've been struggling with something in my life that is somewhat private. I won't name anyone, but do you ever have that girl (or boy) in your life that they're just...outwardly perfect? Everyone likes them. They're good-looking, funny, sweet, and unless you look a little deeper, there's no visible imperfection.
But you know that person inside and out. You know their flaws and downfalls, and you've always been there to pick them up. In fact, you've always picked everyone up. But no one remembers when you sat down with them while they were crying, picked them back up, brushed them off and helped them when they needed it most.
No, sadly this world is so bent on outward looks that it's nearly forgotten how to look on the inside.
I have someone like this in my life. I see this person a decent amount of the time, and it just...kills me to be around her sometimes. So many people want to be her friend and know her, and just...talk to her, every guy we pass is either checking her out or flirting with her. Am I insane to hate that no one has ever looked at me like that?
And no. I don't want some guy checking me out, but I want someone to see me. See me for who I am inside. I know that's cliché.

So, the point of me telling you all this is that I've been trying so so hard to trust God through all this, and to try to comfort myself, I say under my breath "You are holy, you are holy, you are holy" as if to remind myself that no matter what happens, He is holy.

I wrote a sing about it, so here you go.

You God Are Holy

"You, God, are holy
My foes are lowly
Your arms they comfort
And stay with me

My heart is heavy
My face downcast and
My emotions get
Away from me

But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name

You, Christ, are lofty
Though my heart pains me
I trust in you, cus
You loved me first

Heartbeats - they weaken
The sun will sink and
The dark will set in
But you remain

But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name
We praise your name

You life me up above
And down below
To show your love
So we can know

Your garments torn up
You drank from hell's cup
To life us all up
To show us love

But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name"

There you have it. I hope you liked it.
Thanks so much for reading. If you liked my poem, subscribe, follow me in G+, and you can find more of my poetry on hellopoetry.com. My name there is Marisa Lu Makil.

Thanks again for checking this out.
Many blessings,
Marisa 💜💜💜

"When Peace, When Sorrow"

I wrote something for you guys! :)

I'm not sure if I posted it, but I wrote a poem with a similar title, and I didn't realize it until after I had already written the flash fiction, soooo yeah. Haha

Fall is a strange time of year. The wind blows, the cold rushes in, and the leaves fall off the trees. But for some reason, it all has some kind of...Euphoria that makes everyone love it.

Maybe it’s the idea of the holidays getting closer and closer, or maybe it’s the fact that even nature can’t maintain its perfect, lovely facade forever - everything has to fall apart sometime.

Whatever it is, Elsie Lincoln was the only one whose spirit fell along with the red leaves from the trees, that day. It was not a particularly grand day. They’d had school pictures, so everyone was dressed up in their cute fall clothes and scarves, makeup dumped on the girls, and cologne on the boys.

Elsie wore what she always did: A black pair of jeans, brown knee-length boots, and a too-big hoodie that had belonged to her boyfriend who had died 2 years ago. Her monroe piercing still smarted from a week ago when it was implanted, and the silver of her five other piercings were like bullets of ice on her skin.

She stuffed her cold fingers into the pockets of her garments, and faced the wind as she walked home.

Anyone else looking at her would have seen a random High School girl walking home to her dinner, but when he saw her, he saw her. He could hear her heart beating slower than the average girl, and he could feel the hurt welled up in her throat, and stitched into her heart. He stood beside a lamp post, leaning casually on it, observing those who passed by, one lonely person at a time. But this girl was different. She was...composed on the outside, and a frenzy of chaos on the inside.

Marcus had been able to feel auras since he was young. His mother - a woman who was skilled in seeing auras had pushed him for years to see them himself. But he never could see the rainbow array of colors that she could. When someone walked past him, he didn’t see what color they were, he felt it. He had grown used to the waves of happy, angry, upset, etcetera, but nothing this huge had every happened.

So when Elsie walked past him, and he felt a sadness as big as an elephant-sized tranquilizer, he had to look at her. He drew his eyes to her face, and much to his surprise, she was already looking at him. Her black eyes bored into him like a drill, and he couldn’t look away.

Elsie finally blinked and released him from her spell.

Marcus ran his fingers through his raven hair, and blew air from between his lips.

This was going to be an interesting day.

I hope you enjoyed. :) I might write more of it, I might not. I am trying to get back into the habit of writing closer to daily, so this felt really good to do. I am hoping that this is the beginning of many more stories and poems. If you have any ideas for flash fiction, please send them my way. I would really love to hear them. :)

Thanks for checking this out.
I hope you all have a great week even though school has started. ;)

Blessings,

Marisa

"Lonely Nights"

Hey, gems.

I wrote flash-fiction!!! :) I thought I'd share. It's only a couple pages. Not very long. (Is that still flash fiction???) ;)

Anyways, it's called "Lonely Nights".

Here you go. :)

Elise walked out of Subway - her third job in the last year - And intertwined her fingers with his. Half-smiling over at him, she swept her thumb over his knuckles. As they continued on their way home, a thought shot into Elise’s head.

“Adam?”

“Yes?”

“Can we have an emotion conversation for a minute?” She heard him smile fondly.

“Of course, Lise.”

Elise sighed and gripped his hand a little tighter. She couldn’t get close enough. “A year ago, when I was 19, and really for the couple years before that, I never thought I’d find anyone.” The dark prevented Elise from seeing his smile disappear, and become replaced with knit brows.

“Why?”

Elise bit her lower lip. “Because...” she sniffed her tears back, “I never had. And the world kept saying...’not pretty enough...not smart enough...not tough enough.’ and finally, I believe that I would never be enough of anything. My friends-they were all getting in more permanent relationships, and Janis, living with her, and watching perfectly decent people throw themselves at her, and get rejected...I just...how could I ever be that amazing?”

Their fingers tightened again, providing comfort for her as she continued.

“I...have never loved anyone like I have loved you. You’re just...too good to be true.” She felt a kiss light on her head.

“I love you, Lise.”

The tears could no longer be held back. They filled her lower-eyelids and finally began dripping into the dirt at her feet. “And I...I will never get tired of hearing you say that. I love you all the more for always reminding me of that.”

Silence followed for a few minutes, only filled by Elise’s occasional sniffing.

“I know...that I say I love you a lot. I’m sorry...that I’m difficult, and not as pretty as some girls, and that I need to to try several times before convincing me that you love me back, and that I am good enough for you, and I’m so...so sorry, Adam, I just love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Elise. I always will.”

More tears spattered on her toes. “Never leave me?”

“Never.”

“Oh, Adam,” she said, whispering now, and holding his hand as tight as she could, “You’re so too good to be true, and I wish...I wish...”

“I know, Lise. I know.”

Sobs wracked Elise’s body as reality set in.

“Adam, I wish you were real.” the tears came freely now, she didn’t even try to hold them in. Anyone watching would have seen the dark silhouette of a crying girl walking on the sidewalk. Elise wept, hoping against all hope that maybe her wish would come true. She sighed, and blinked away the remaining tears from her eyes.

Please, Adam. Please be real.”

Her fist finally closed, breaking the charade she had carried so far, and finally admitting to her heart that there had never been anyone there.

There it is. I hope you guys enjoyed. (Yes, that's the end.) I thought of it while I was on a walk tonight. :) Please give me feedback!!! :)

Blessings. Have a wonderful week :)

Something Near, Something Far

Hey, guys! Sorry for the silence. I went to Washington state for two weeks, and didn't have WiFi most of the time.

Sooooo all of you need to go because it is absolutely gorgeous. There are mountains everywhere, and wet went to Pike's Market (look it up if you don't know what it is) we visited Lion's Rock, and we went to the ocean. It was so beautiful, and serene, and everyone should experience it. We saw a lot of our family, and it was just thrilling.

That's not what this post is going to be about, though.
So I found out that a friend of mine from online may be coming to see me.
Now before you judgers out there judge me (XD) yes, I made sure he's the real thing.
So I am really excited to maybe meet him.
Do be careful, though, when meeting online friends, and giving out info about yourself. It is dangerous, so always be careful. But that's not too say that your should hide in a hole your whole life.
If you meet someone online who you know is legit, and who you seem to really click with, by all means, meet them in real life. Who knows; you may be making a really good friend.

Another thing I have been thinking about lately is marriage. Not because there's anyone in my life right now (there's not) but because I'm getting around the age that most of my friends are getting in permanent relationships.

And like you guys don't even know how much I want to get married one day. I don't necessarily have anyone in mind, just in general.  😉

So I guess this whole post is all too say that even if something is scary, or you have to drive a long way to do it, adventures are always worth it. Always.
Never be afraid of a little adventure.

If you guys are going on any adventures of your own of any kind, please let me know. I would love pictures, or just to know how happy it's making you.

Blessings.

Have a wonderful week.

Mine, All Mine

Hey, guys. So I was just curious about something. Recently two friends of mine (who didn't know each other until one stalked my Facebook and found the other) started talking. They are both close friends, and this probably shouldn't bother me, but I really dont like them talking. It just really bothers me. I guess I was curious as to whether it was just me.
So, I guess let me know what you guys think about it. Am I completely overreacting? Should I tell one of them?

Thanks so much for reading. I would appreciate your input. :)
Have a blessed weekend.

Guardian Angel

Hello, gems.

I have to make this kind of brief because I have to get to work, but I was wondering what you guys believe about guardian angels? I guess I've always believed that everyone had their own angel to watch over them. Not that a single angel couldn't manage to watch several people at a time, but I've always found the thought of my own guardian angel kind of comforting.
Obviously God watches over us, but do you guys believe that guardian angels even exist? I know there are some bible verses that say something about them, but isn't it kind of vague?
I don't know. I guess I'm just wondering.
Sorry for being so brief. I probably could have just posted this on my G+ and called it a long post, but I didn't think of that. Ha-ha
So like this post, subscribe, follow me, and give me your opinions on guardian angels! I would love to hear from you!

Love you lots! <3
Have a blessed weekend
~Marisa

Reaching People

Hey, everyone. So I know that before this morning I hadn't posted anything in awhile, and so I guess I've found a topic. There's no great way to say this, so I'm just going to say it. I had over 400 views on that poem, many people who said they loved it, and plenty of comments within the first seven hours. It means millions to me that I am reaching so many people. When all those emails popped up in my inbox, all I could think was "God is using this to reach people!" I just cannot believe the response to that poem. It is so amazing to me that so many people from so many backgrounds and so many places with so many different, beautiful, lives are all reading one thing and saying "This. This touched me."
So I guess to all of you who shared, added, trended, liked, and commented on 'God made me...' Thank you so so much. It was a pleasure to write it, and I hope that in each of your individual ways, it touched you, and helped you along the narrow road.

On other topics, first of all, I was in Holland MI today. I carved my name (Marisa Lu Makil) into a little black table ticked away in a courtyard down the road from Francesca's. It is the table of to the side by itself. If you sit in the seat in the corner that faces the road, the whole table tips. If any of you guys can send me a picture of my name in the table (you can be in the picture, too.) 😉 then pm me and we can get together for coffee or something.

Second, Hannah is coming to visit me!!! If any of you guys will be in Holland MI this weekend, come to 269 Douglas ave on sunday anytime from 9:30am until 9pm. There's a huge annual youth group/party. Any and all are welcome. Ask for Emma, and she'll tell you where Hannah and I are. I hope some of you guys can come.
Many blessings to you all as we wrap up summer.
Ew. School. 😂

I hope you all have an amazing week. I know I will. ;)

God Made Me

I wrote this a little bit ago, and thought I'd share. I was thinking about flaws and such, and decided to write this.

God Made Me...

God made me loving
So I would love everyone

God made me broken
So I could make sure I never break someone else

God made me hurt
So I could heal others

God made me anxious
So I could learn to trust

God made me motherly
For those who don't have one

God made me uncoordinated
So I would know that balance
Is not always physical

God made me compassionate
So I would know his love for us

God made me faithful
So I would know what it's like to be betrayed

God made me insecure
So I could tell others that no one is perfect

God made me human
Flawed
Broken
Anxious
And uncoordinated that I am

So He could prove to me
That He is stronger than my ups
And
Downs.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. If you want to check out more poems of mine, go to hellopoetry.com and look up Marisa Lu Makil. Have a wonderful day. :)

My Real Birthday 2015

Hello, lovelies.

So, my birthday is in exactly 2 hours, and I will be 17. I don't...really remember if I said when my birthday was, but yes. It is July 14th. This is my real birthday.

So, I figure I kind of have to do a birthday post, right? I mean, it's not like I have a lot of other things to tell you guys about. Haha.
So, basically, I guess today I'm going to talk about stuff that has happened since my last birthday. Significant stuff. Not like...little things, but things that mean a lot to me. Here goes.

1. I got over the literal longest crush I have ever had. It took forever, but I finally did it. With the help of my trusty cousin. Ha-ha I am just so glad not to have to worry about it anymore. Crushes and relationships just seem like a huge hassle to me right now. In fact, I don't plan on being in a relationship until I'm out of high school. So sorry to all of you (imaginary) gentlemen who keep asking me out. I'm not available. Ha-ha

2. I became tons closer with my little brother and sister this year. I am so proud of that, because I was so angry at the both of them for so long, and I am just really glad to have them close.

3. I became closer to my God. I'm so thankful for that. Enough said.

4. I have lost a friend. Now, you may wonder why I am listing this under the great things that I have done this year. Yeah, this guy was a great friend - or so I thought. He meant a lot to me, and I am glad I had him in my life for awhile. I hung out with him when I was lonely. But...the thing is, he...for whatever reason...didn't think of me as a friend. He thought I had all these flaws, and I am flawed - we all are. But he went too far. One day, he just...stopped talking to me. He went behind my back and started talking to our friends about me, and I just...I'm glad for the time I had with him, but looking back, I should have seen it coming. And also, I would rather have a loyal, honest friend than a gossipy, ungrateful one any day. I'm just glad that I found out somehow that he didn't like me as a person. I think I would have rather heard it from him, but instead, I heard it from someone I love which may have been better - they put it gentler.

5. I have written tons of stories

6. I have made 2 new friends. Congrats, J and A. You guys are officially on my blog. :) feel special. ;)

7. I started reading the Harry Potter Series. Yes, yes, I know. "Best series ever" et cetera, et cetera. Ha-ha it's really not as great as my brothers keep telling me. I put this one down because I have never read a book that my dad suggested, and now I have. Ha-ha

8. I have in the last year, counselled 12 couples/people pining after another person in the last year. There's probably more. I have kind of lost count. Ha-ha and, I am kind of proud of this because I have never been in a relationship myself, and my advice generally seems to work, so yay me. Haha Also, I put this down because I have been asking my mom to help me with said advice this last couple times. I was angry at my mom for a long time for a couple different reasons that I won't go into, but I can honestly say that right now, I'm not angry at my mom at all.

9. I LEARNED HOW TO FRENCH BRAID!

10. I got a Hellopoetry.com. I am so so happy I did this. There is no describing how nice it feels to have somewhere to dump all of my poetry.

I think that's about all I can fit...for those of you who don't know, my cousin and I share a room, and will be pulling an all-nighter. So feel free to join me, and do a countdown the last five minutes. :)
Thanks so much for reading. I will be posting my 17 favorite poems that I have written on my Google plus of you want to read more.

As always , like, subscribe, follow me, and have a wonderful night. :) <3

Blessings. 💜

My First Zombie Story

Hey, Lovelies.
So I wrote a story about Zombies for a friend, and I thought I would share it with you. I don't have a title for it, so if you have any suggestions, let me know. :)
This is my very first story about Zombies, so be sure to tell me how I did. ;)

Alison walked this route every day. Two lefts from Mike's and straight past the old greenhouse.

Then, there was the old Matheson house. Everyone knew the story about that place. James Matheson was the one who had killed the three blondes. They found the bodies 2 years later in his basement. Or...what was left of them. Which wasn't much. The cops said it looked like James had pulled them apart with his bare hands - only one of the girls survived.

Alison shuddered at the memory. That had been one year ago.

She didn't tell many people this, but she had been one of the victims. The scars across the back of her neck itched whenever she thought about it.

Alison shook away the thoughts and continued on her way.

Reaching her porch, Alison looked to both sides as she climbed to the door. She bit her lip once more, anxiously, and walked into her house.

"Mom, I'm home!"

"Okay, baby." She walked into the room with Alison, wiping her hands on a towel. "Honey, Sam forgot his keys, and since you have that thing tonight, no one will be home. Could you drop his keys off, please?" She tossed a bundle of keys to Alison who caught it expertly with one hand.

"Sure, mom. Have a good night at work. I'll see you tomorrow."

Alison walked back out the door, once again checking both sides.

She exited the front porch and made her way to the Lumber Yard where she knew her brother was working these days.

When she got there, she was shocked to see Mr. Matheson hauling wood with Sam.

Alison yanked Sam aside by the arm.

"What is Mr. Matheson doing here?" She whispered,

"Working, Al. What does it look like he's doing?"

"Why is he here, though?"

Sam scoffed. "Bill can hire whoever he wants, Al."

She rolled her eyes, and shoved the keys into his hand.

"Mom has work, tonight, and I have that thing at school in an hour, so you'll have to let yourself in."

She waved and jogged away from the work site, hoping that no one would see her.

No such luck.

"Alison, hi!"

She sighed. "Hi...Mr. Matheson... What are you doing here?"

"I'm workin. Bill over there was kind enough to hire me."

"Oh. Well...I have to get going. I'll...see you later."

Mr. Matheson smiled. "I sure hope so, dear."

Pursing her lips, Alison made her way to the sidewalk once again. She rushed past the  powerplant, and toward her house again.

Sitting in her house alone, Alison opened her science book and read the title of today's chapter.

“The brain”

She lay down on her stomach, kicking her feet back and forth on the bed.

Alison jumped when she heard a thump at her window. She stared continuously at her darkened window for five minutes before she saw a tree branch knocking into the window pane. She laughed at herself and checked the clock.

Time to get ready.

Fifteen minutes later, she was on her way.

As she passed Mrs. Rosewood sitting in her rocking chair, Alison waved good naturedly.

"Careful, dear."

"Careful of what, Mrs. Rosewood?"

Mrs. Rosewood frowned and wrapped her arms around herself. "There's something in the wind tonight. I don't like it."

Smiling kindly, Alison waved again. "I'll be careful."

When Alison had gotten as far as the field by the school, a bitter wind rushed in to wrap around her.

She shivered and walked a little faster hoping that the heat would be on at school.

She rubbed her arms as she walked trying to keep warm.

Her dress caught on something in the dark, and when she reached down to untangle it, she found herself falling into the ditch.

The last thing she heard before she blacked out was, "I found it. I...found...braiiinnnnsssss.."

Alison screamed, but a leather-gloved hand clapped over her mouth, digging into her skin around her lips.

"I...found...you...."

And Alison fainted.

When she woke up, she could feel her hands being held above her by a chain. The all-too-familiar pain at the base of her skull roared up and down her spine.

Hot tears dripped down her face as she tried to open her eyes. Nothing. She whimpered, and it was greeted by a slap across her face.

She wailed into the gag she felt in her mouth. It was happening again.

+

Sam got home, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and plopped himself down on the couch. With a deep, satisfied sigh, he turned the TV on.

When the phone rang, he groaned and went to pick it up.

"Hello, Sam speaking."

"Hi, Sam. This is Miss Tans. Is Alison home?"

Sam frowned slightly. "Uh, no. She went to a school party tonight. She was going to make a speech, why?"

"She never showed up..."

Sam didn't hear what the lady said next, he was already hanging up to dial 911.

"Hello, 911, what is your emergency?"

"My sister! Alison, she was the victim of a serial killer- James Matheson. She is missing. She was supposed to be at school, but she's not!"

The man was obviously uninterested.

"Listen, son, we can't do anything unless she's been gone for a couple days. Have you tried her...BFF's house? Maybe they're having a little girl-on-girl time."

"Give the phone to officer Max Lucas."

"I can't-"

"Just give him the phone!!"

There was a sigh on the other line. "Hold on."

"Hello, this is Max."

"Max, Al's missing."

"I'll be there in ten."

+

"Please..." Alison pleaded, weakly. "James...stop..." He plunged another needle into her neck, etching new designs into her skull. She blacked out again.

When she rose from the darkness again, she found she could open her eyes. James stood in front of her, kicking things over, and throwing others across the room.

"It doesn't taste right! Tastes like steel!!!"

Alison's panicked mind reminded her about the implant she had. James had damaged her brain, and she had to get an implant to shock her brain sometimes.

James's outburst pulled her from her thoughts.

They were in a dark building. There were wooden boxes everywhere. James threw one at her, and it broke against her, driving splinters and a nail into her arms. Alison screamed with pain through the gag. An idea struck her. She bent her hand over, painfully grabbing the end of the nail. She began shoving it into the lock on the chains, hoping against hope that she would somehow shift something in the lock to unlock it.

When she heard other voices nearby, she screamed at the top of her lungs. James turned to her, took a syringe, and began slashing at her skin with it.

Screams and wails ripped themselves from her throat like the nail in her skin.

+

Sam and Max had 20 men out looking for Alison. They had been searching for hours with nothing to show.

A couple men had been asking to go home seeing as this was all volunteer work-it was after hours.

"Come on, Al. Hang in there. We're coming. I promise. We're coming."

"Max!!!"

One of the officers yelled in their direction, "Something's been dragged over here. It's not much, but it's the only lead we have."

Sam's gut twisted. He had to find Alison. His mother wouldn't be able to take another loss like their father's.

All the men crowded to the path, shining their lights at the ground. They walked for a half hour before they came to an old factory.

"Surround the building. Sam and I will proceed slowly."

Max took Sam's hand and placed a pistol in it. "Safety's off, Sammy."

A scream echoed through the air.

"ALISON!" Sam darted toward the building

"Sam! Wait!"

Sam kept running.

+

Alison shrieked when she felt the syringe pound over and over again.

Finally, Sam charged through a door in the wall. Sam. Sam.

A shot rang out. Two. Four. James didn't stop. He ran at Sam, and smashed him into a wall, ready to kill when Sam pulled out the foot-long knife he had gotten for his birthday, and he chopped James's head off.

Sam ran over, grabbed a key from James's coat pocket and released Alison. She toppled into his arms.

Before she passed out once again, she heard Sam say, "It's okay, Al. I've got you. It's okay. I've got you." And then to the open air, "Thank you, God."

Alison rested her eyes knowing she was safe in her brother's arms.

+

Sam carried his sister outside where Max took in the scene and called an ambulance.

A few blocks away, Mrs. Rosewood shook her head, clicking her tongue.

“I told her to be careful.”

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed! The laptop I am using right now is acting up, so if there is formatting issues with the post today, I apologize.
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Blessings.

XOXO