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Marie @marie
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Marie @marie
1 hr. ago (E)
I used to believe that love had one name.

That there was one person you could love that way, and if you lost them, you were done. That even if you meet others, a part of you would always be waiting for the one you had already chosen.

Then love came around the second time, and then I realized that maybe I was wrong?
I loved again in a way that taught me...

That love was bigger than a person...
It does not run out when people walk away.
And that the significance of its death is like that of a seed, it dies to grow, to multiply.

And maybe in the end, THE ONE is simply whoever comes around and when given the chance, chooses to stay, against all odds.

~Marie.
Marie @marie
09 Sep, 26
I used to be Marie the quiet girl,
the one constantly asked why I am the way I am.
But it feels like one day, everyone became like me.
Everyone is quiet now, living their private lives, and there is nobody left to ask why.

Maybe they got to know me and loved where I am, the quiet place.
I sure hope they weren't pushed into the quiet corner by life, forced to become me
...when they were happier being loud.
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
I think generally in life, if you want to keep your boundaries firm, you have to reduce or stop asking for help. The more people help you and you need them to do so again, even though they be of the same gender, there are certain terms of theirs you will have to adhere to. And some of those are not very respectful.
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
Let there be no blur between the narrow path and the broad road.
Let my life leave no room for confusion.

May conviction overpower comfort,
And righteousness rest upon acceptance.
"I do not want the world to look at me and perceive me to be on the same page with it."
~Marie
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
Maybe we would be happier.
We would be more patient, more willing to live,
if we remembered that we are a constant work in progress,
holding onto hope until we witness its completion.

If we remembered that we were made a little lower than angels,
Maybe we would not hold ourselves to their standards.

Maybe we would be more forgiving.
Because in knowing ourselves, even as we are known,
We would know others even as they are,
not as we wish they could be.

~Marie
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
You can't be great if conventionalism is your life's ideology. There comes a point where you must know what you want, how you want your life to be, and refuse to let that be defined by how everyone else lives. You were put on this earth to live as yourself, not as a clone of someone else.

My biggest flex in life is being able to live as I believe. I will know I have lived if the way I live and experience life aligns with my convictions about it.
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
If nostalgia becomes your campus, how will you grow then? Life moves towards the future. The past is a seductress, calling us to chase a beauty that no longer exists, while drawing our eyes away from the abundance we have today and the greater things waiting ahead for us.
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"

No. What didn't kill me just failed. It didn't apologize, either. Given another chance, it would try again, and I don't know if it wouldn't succeed. It has no intentions of making me anything else other than a corpse. So no, I'm not making peace with it or thanking it for making me stronger. I'm trying to destroy it before it gets another chance to actually kill me. 😂🤣
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
The best piece I ever wrote about myself.
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
At some point I believed I could write the pain away, joy into existence, and love into requital. And that same faith comes around whenever I need words to carry me.
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26 (E)
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
The problem is that our transgressions and iniquities often feel more real on us than they do on Him. We feel them on ourselves instead of seeing them upon Christ. Until He feels them and asks, "Whose are these?" And you say, "They are mine, Lord." We remain so focused on ourselves instead of on what He has already carried.

That is why it is dangerous when the enemy uses your sins and iniquities against you until you begin to own them. Let me tell you: you no longer own those transgressions. You may say, "But I actually committed them." They are no longer yours. They are on Him.

The moment He took those transgressions, the curse fell upon Him. "He was wounded for your transgressions. He was bruised for your iniquities. The chastisement of your peace was upon Him." Whatever robs you of your peace was laid upon Him. ~Prophet Elvis.
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
I knew I was special. 😂
Marie @marie
20 Jul, 26
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26
It is not low self-esteem. I know exactly who I am, and I am confident in that. That's why I don't allow someone else's lack of urgency or enthusiasm towards me to change my character and principles.

Actually, constantly "matching energy" is the peak of low self-esteem because it means allowing other people's behavior shift your entire personality. If every time your true self is not received positively you become someone different, you're no longer acting from your own convictions, you're living life reactively. You have no self esteem because you don't even have a "self" to begin with.
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26 (E)
Me: Late for work.

Also me:
If I don't write down whatever came to my mind at 3 a.m, I might explode and die. 😂
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26
I don't know when we stopped understanding that writers create characters and stories that aren't necessarily about themselves. I think fiction eventually became reality and now, every poem, story, or metaphor started being treated as a personal confession.

As a writer, I can write about love while not being in love. I can write the saddest piece when I'm genuinely happy, and the happiest when life feels heavy. That's the beauty of writing, it allows me to imagine and create beyond my own experiences.

William Shakespeare wrote about murderers, kings, lovers, tyrants, and fools. No one assumed he had lived all those lives. Yet today, people read a figurative piece and immediately start asking personal questions about you instead of engaging with the message you are trying to put out. It's strange that this even has to be explained.

I learned that the hard way when I wrote a piece titled "Confessions of a Reformed Whore" 🤦🏾‍♂️ It was about salvation. 🙌😂
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26 (E)
I watched her walk toward us in white and in blue.
And my heart made a promise right here in this room.
No riches, no crowns, just a name on my breath and a life to be written from this yes to our death.
...Little notes💙🤍
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26 (E)
She's laughter that lingers like a hymn through the trees.
She's hands made of warmth and eyes full of peace.
With footsteps like verses, she rewrites the day.
Every glance she gives is a vow in its way.

And oh, when she smiles, the world bows its head.
Every worry falls silent. Every fear softly shed.
She's not just the moment, she's the hope I now hold.
She walks like a wish that's been kissed by the soul.

I watched her walk toward us in white and in blue.
And my heart made a promise right here in this room.
No riches, no crowns, just a name on my breath and a life to be written from this yes to our death.

When she smiles, even time takes a seat.
Every heartbeat align. Every silence feels sweet.
She's not just the moment. She's the sun's glow on the tide.
She walks like a wish. She is the bride.

The Bride...Little notes. 🖤
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26
I FEAR.
Sometimes I fear that I will get lost in writings,
That I will end up stranded in the world of fantasy, And reality will be forgotten.

That I will lose the meaning of the world in which I exist,
While pursuing a life in realms that exist only in my mind.

I always fear that I will start believing
I can create a fictional world and live in it,
I always find myself there, wandering so long among things I created.

But my real fear is that reality will awaken me, from the dream,
And its face will not be too beautiful to look at.
I will return unable to recognize
The beauty of the world in which I truly exist.
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26
I always feel like I belong to a world with this kind of aesthetic.

It feels like a place from my past or a place in my future, but somehow, but not in my present.
It always feels like home. 🖤
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26
He asked why my eyes lingered on him so long.
I was torn between blaming his impossible beauty,
or the intensity with which my heart liked him.
So, I looked on, hopelessly...
Because the truth offered me no choice, it was both.
~Marie
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26
I don't know whether it is laziness or the obsession with being innovative but there is a way we are failing to solve existing problems, answer existing questions, or engage with real disagreements, and instead spend our energy creating solutions to problems that do not exist, answers to questions nobody asked, and arguments against positions nobody holds.

Once we are overwhelmed by what we've created, we begin to create conflicts, problems, & questions to get a sense of achievement without doing any actual work. We create imaginary opponents and haters, we congratulate ourselves for winning arguments that nobody made and award ourselves medals for winning battles that never happened. 😂 😂

Maybe that's why content creators begin with, "A lot of you have been asking...", when no one asked anything; "Nobody talks about this...", when everyone has been talking about it for years; or "I know I'm going to get a lot of hate for this...", when nobody is even planning to listen.
Marie @marie
20 Jun, 26
She’s beauty, she’s grace
She walks softer than air
Like time slows just to follow
The fall of her hair

She’s a whisper of dawn
She’s a prayer in the light
She’s the hush in the chapel
When hearts feel just right

And oh, when she smiles
The world bows its head
Every shadow grows quiet
Every doubt softly fled

She’s not just the moment
She’s the start, she’s the whole
She walks like a wish
That’s been kissed by the soul

She is The Bride. 🖤 -Little notes.
Marie @marie
20 May, 26
Marie @marie
20 May, 26
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Are we still buying products or simply renting access?

Join the discussion:
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Marie @marie
20 May, 26
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Join the discussion: Wednesday, 20th May 2026, 7-8pm here at DigitalAgendaT