Category: writing


Sometimes I Write…

…About happiness

And then sometimes I want to write about sadness

Sometimes it’s a song about love

And then at times about heartbreak

Sometimes it’s about life and acknowledging the existence of death

Then sometimes I write about nothing

About no one

About myself

About others

About the world and the beauty it has despite the darkness it also holds

With all the sometimes, often I write with the aim not to please others

But just to bring joy

©Maria Michaela

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Over

The world is not as cruel as they made you believe

People are not as selfish as they seem

And it’s never too late to start over

A Poet’s Canvas

Why do sadness fill a poet’s canvas?

There are words of love

Of hope

Of giving

Of joy

.

But most of the walls are filled with tears of hurt

Of betrayal

Of scars from fighting fears

Of darkness

.

And the canvas is blank once more

What will it be filled this time?

Hard to Write

I wanted to write something for you

I wanted to, just so you’d know.

But I can’t find the right words to say

I choke and I’m dismayed.

But I’ll keep trying like before

Because you are worth writing for.

Anonymity

No one sees

No one knows

Gain the popularity

But keep the anonymity.

.

All the fame

All the attention

Become a celebrity

But still keeping the anonymity.

He made me write poems when I was brokenhearted

He made me rhyme when I was excited

I thought that I was a no one who found someone

Turns out he was my lesson, that love is not for everyone.

I learned and moved on, finally able to let go of the hurt

My reply to the heartbreak was at first curt

But when the dust settled

I matured and won the battle.

He made me write poems…

Plot

What is the story all about?

How do you write it?

Where to begin and where to end?

Armed with a pen and a mind full of imagination

Your power is limitless

Lost Touch

I lost my touch, haven’t I?

Words on a high

They all seem to fly

Away from me

Away from me

I’m drowning slowly, this I know

I’m not sure how far I can go

I’m not sure if words can still take me there, so

This could or might or should be the last

A Title Is Needed

I am no poet and this is no poetry 

I write no songs, I share no story

I am mortal and yes I worry

About life, about love

About the moon and stars above
But I am no poet as you can see

I just write whatever comes to me

Touch

I used to write about poetry

About love, why I’m happy

Now, it seems I’m always in agony

Sharing about misery 
Maybe I lost my touch

As I drifted away and such

Maybe I never really had much

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