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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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Poets

Poets are mostly introverts

Whose emotions they pour over

Art

Music

Poetry

Stories

They do not seek attention but would like the world to know they exist

We exist!

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They see beauty in the sorrow

Turn ugly into pretty

They cry silently though

Their tears they turn to inspiration to others

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They are dreamers

They are poets

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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

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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

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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