Posted in love, original

To Thee

Edgar wrote of Annabel Lee

Who lived in the kingdom by the sea.

I’d also like to write poetry

About my love to thee.

But feelings are hard to put into words.

How can I make it sweet like the chirping of the birds?

What sort of rhyme must I write

To let your emotions ignite?

Still, ideas escape me

Unlike Edgar who wrote about Annabel Lee.

My paper is still empty

And I still contemplate of that poetry

One that I’ll dedicate to thee.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in miscellaneous, original

Paint The Sky

The stars hid, not one was in sight
The sky looks like a blank canvas

No moon, no clouds
It looked plain but mysterious

I reached out and felt I was in a void
But a wave of peace rushed through

Despite being it blank, I was still in awe of its beauty

Posted in love, original

I was blank

I was blank and he filled the emptiness
I was clueless them he shed some light
I was silent, at the distance, but he took notice

For some reason
And then I realized
It would have been better if he left me blank
Then I would not have filled my thoughts of him
Now, it’s hard to let go

Posted in original, writing

Drew A Blank

I look out the window, looking for inspiration

I drew a blank, I am close to desperation

I went out and danced in the rain

But still nothing and now it hurts my brain

I took out photographs and suddenly flooded with memories

Smiling, remembering the sad and fun stories

Despite all that I still have nothing to write about, no topic at all

So I write about nothing, nothing at all