Tag Archive: writing


Draft

It’s there

Staring at me

A blank page

Then, a bit of words and some sentences

But it’s not finished

It’s incomplete

And then, writer’s block

So it remains as a draft

But only for now.

©Maria Michaela

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In Search of a Pen

A pen, a pen, oh! I searched for a pen!

But I found none

Not one that worked at all.

I needed to write it down

Needed to write again

But how could I when no pen was in sight?

The paper lay waiting

Hoping I could find a pen, so I may write on it.

-Maria Michaela

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

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

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

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And the canvas is blank once more

What will it be filled this time?

I Wrote About You

I’m off to somewhere and all excited

But somehow my thoughts go back to you.

A stroke of genius

Or maybe not,

Yet I knew I had to put it into words.

So I wrote this just to let you know that I thought of you.

– Maria Michaela

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

End Of…

He smiled,

And I saw poetry

It became the end of me

unbolt me

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