Marisa Dinsmoor
Poetry, Stories, Tunes
Another way that I express myself creatively is by writing music, essays (personal or other), poetry, and journaling for myself. I am currently working on compiling and publishing a collection of nonfiction work - a series of essays and poetry I've written about love, family, nostalgia, nature, and growing up. I also like to write about animals and create statement pieces that have influence on environmental or social issues. As far as music, I have been hired to write music for short films and Youtube TV Shows, using my midi keyboard and my own vocals. My style, although I am still exploring it, tends to be zany, mysterious, wacky, and spooky. Below is a sampling of my writing of various sorts.
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If you want to commission me for writing/music/lyrics, email me!
MUSIC
End credits for Ozwald Zhow
convenience store at 3am
Original Score for Horror Film (short)
depressing sci-fi ghosts
End Credits and Intro Music for Sockberg Law (series)
ragtime post-work beers
**DISCLAIMER: I use a midi controller for instrument voices and this is NOT the final product. Professional musicians will record the tracks I wrote to make it sound better than digital brass and robotic bass.
WRITING
salmon creek
secret, sacred
the most vibrant of green
life here seems untouched, untainted
sunlight bouncing off rocks
clear ice cold water feels serene
from the top of the waterfall
dripping with soft moss
an endless dark abyss swallows fish
and challenges a barefoot boy
to jump and not be lost
tucked in a corner, touching the sky
yellow flowers climb rocks with ease
a steady, calming thunder resounds
echoing across green ripples
muffled by the groves of emerald trees
a hidden gem in my backyard
that I could’ve called my own
one that went forgotten from childhood
I am reacquainted with sweet serenity
all this time, it went unknown
in the mountain city
I feel alone
Guided by your beacon of warm familiar
I am safe in the arms of simple apathy
I dream of tomorrow
In the town by the ocean I am empowered and alone
The rose tinted glasses slide down my face
And I can see the sparkling sea with the fog rolling in on the horizon
The possibilities of tomorrow if I can escape today
I will never stop loving you
You live in everything I see
I am because of you
I’ll always be because of you
this love is a razor
a rush that leaves me bleeding
I don’t want to give up
Even when I know tomorrow will never come
So I keep holding on, freezing in this twilight
For the sun that never rises
Poetry
I see the point in
The abundant rows of emerald conifer that overlap
Coat rocky mountains like the scales on an ancient dragon
I see it in the impossible true blue that floats like the sky
Decorated with glittering life that seems so completely foreign to us above
Where you couldn’t drown if you tried
But will swallow us whole if we overstay our welcome
The endlessness of discovery in our own backyard that will never be
completely known
Because it doesn’t belong to us
But I see the point in looking, dreaming
Taking it all in as much as our little brains can muster
And wondering how we got so lucky to be part of this beautiful mystery
The point is so easily missed now that everything we build is a brick in a wall
Isolating us from it all
From where we came from
And where we belong
Our games we manufacture inside our walls distract us from the point
Separated from the source
Bottled up crystal
plaster toxic ink images to make up for your missed adventure
Keep us from it
Forests up in flame to keep the cement box warm
The blood welling up from inside a parasite-inflicted wound and spilling out,
choking the body we live upon
Make us forget
How simple our happiness is
How simply it could be
An arm around the ones you love as the glowing embers fade over the horizon
We are lost in the game we made and have missed the point
i cannot think outside the box
of what i always dreamed my life should be
they are a nymph
adorn with sunflowers and
earthly beauty
a mind full of art
the words of a bard belong to them
eyes implore me
see potential
a force to be reckoned with
the pretend archeologist
i didn’t have a crush on him
i wanted to BE him
strength and stubble that swing across a sea of snakes
in my living room
i used to be a tiger, fearless and to be feared
stronger than ten men
i am not feminine enough to be desired
and not masculine enough to be taken seriously
two sides of me
soft, sexy, dance
dark, strength, power
sapphire sea crashing into yellow, flowering cliffs
grey peaked mountains in the foreground of a thunderstorm
i guess i will one day marry a man
tucked into their neck
a scale balanced out
"that is how things should be"
but i cannot think outside the box
of what i always dreamed my life should be
i ended up in a physics class
on accident
letters numbers force work
tidal wave over my head
washes over mind numb
grappling with gravity
the nature of our universe
in terms of long dead men
you called what we have kinetic
and suddenly it all clicked
the equations into place
this is what it means, it’s
to move too quickly from one thing to the next
to bounce off of each other
to have my very own thoughts verbalized by you first
to fall
to do work
to be energy
The force
Once forged
Becomes the most precious lethal thing in the world
At first naively and so deeply desired
And desperately sought
Until it is first turned against you
You have forged your own destruction
And will not be so quick to do it again
soulmates
not many can say they met their soulmate at birth
grew up together
always together
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the comfort I find in your long honey brown hair
your ocean eyes
your sea glass filled hands
and your rose quartz heart
I have never known and will never know
Anything as genuine as what we have
why is marriage between two lovers
if you are my soulmate?
you shower me with words of love
with gifts of the heart
and when you say “I need you”
I’m there. I need you too.
my standards for love tower because of you;
unsheathing your sword at the scent of inadequate men
radiating power of an extraordinary star
you create worlds I want to live in
inside of your mind
creating a safer reality within a fantasy
your kind nature makes me want to kill
those who weaponize it.
You are the fairest goddess of care and peace and growth
with big eyed bugs and lizards
snoozing safely in the crooks of your arms
we protect each other
would take away pain for each other
drop everything for each other
we share dreams
of luscious green grass sprouting wildflowers
around a weathered white home
bleating sheep and mewling cats
bees and frogs gardening for us
we share thoughts
of mushrooms
sprouting from logs
and lichen hanging like hair above our heads
as music echoes around the forest
we share love
of the perfect song to capture our feelings
of the sweetest treat a recipe can craft
of the ideal day spent foraging
or singing, or writing, or unraveling the universe together
I’m my best when I’m with you
I want to share my whole life with you
Because our souls intertwine like
the tides curling, a sleeping child, into the soft sand
the evanescent clouds whispering through the curves of the ever changing moon
the vines of shimmering, sweet jasmine twisting onto a rusty trellis toward the sun
the music floating through a ballroom that spins dancers through space
no matter the distance, we were destined to always be
soulmates
Writing a poem by candlelight
Why do i not wish for power to return
Honk shoo honk shoo
When it came on, fleeting for a moment, my heart sank ?!
I no longer had the excuse to do what I really wanted but what my addiction stifles
No choice but to dive into a book
No choice but to bust out arts and crafts and do something real, something good
Humbug !
Doom scrolling kills my non renewable battery, no internet, no fomo !
I am only left with what is real
The glowing gray sky
Hushing relentless rainfall lulling me into the story
Glimmering lights barely penetrate the dark so I can remember what the human experience was before all the noise that made living so easy you could forget you were doing it
There is no mechanical buzz when the power is out
So all you can hear is your thoughts through the sound of the falling rain
Recollection of Early September
I wasn’t thinking about what might happen. All I knew was we were like Earth and moon, and among all the other planets I was drawn to you, and you to me. I remember I lied sprawled on your bed and let my words trickle down to where you sat below me, your head leaning against the wall and your blurry-sighted eyes smiling up at me. I remember we spoke slowly and carefully, not because of nerves, but because of what vodka does to words. I remember the crisp, cold night encouraging us to leave our friends and walk a mile back to your room. I remember we only talked, orbiting each other. I remember what you looked like sleeping alone. Your narrow body tucked in a zig zag as your hands cradled your head, resting above the covers, delicate yet defined like the strength in a bird’s wing. I remember the next time we stumbled to my room, with the intent to quell our late night hunger, and we lost track of our intentions and fell onto the softness of my bed, which was an identical twin to yours. I remember our arms and legs resting together, naturally intertwined like vines in a garden, snakes basking in the sun. The cool blue lighting illuminated your smile and I remember I closed my eyes when I laughed. I remember thinking I would add a gentle lull in our conversation, just to see what you’d do to fill the void. I remember the shock of your lips against mine; I thought it might happen, but I didn’t expect it. Yet, I can’t remember if that was the moment when I decided I wanted to be with you. I just remember it was the first time it felt good to be kissed.