M.A. : Writing

I write

I write

A Poem by M.A.


I write to understand Passion. Do you know such a feeling? A consuming sensation, seeping out of one’s soul. Infusing into the air s..
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More

A Poem by M.A.


You probably think me ignorant. Considering I can’t perform coherent sentences. A novice to words. No one has brought about such..
A Trick of the Eyes

A Trick of the Eyes

A Poem by M.A.


I am a villain with a soul.A compassionate monster. Though, with each passing sneer, They faded… I protected you with my atrocities,..
Untitled

Untitled

A Poem by M.A.


Gliding through still water Obtuse to the world beyond the sea Sensations crash through me As your eyes fall in my direction I w..
Untitled

Untitled

A Poem by M.A.


Ah love… Such a fickle thing Twisted and haunting Warm and inviting Together they prosper Cannot have one without the other ..
Part II of The Box (The Girl)

Part II of The Box (The Girl)

A Poem by M.A.


A girl….But not a girl…She is not unique.A mere creature hidden by the masses.Hallow gray orbs.Convey little to no emotion. Lifeless a..
The Box

The Box

A Poem by M.A.


Time is scarce. Why waste it on those who want you to conform to their ideals? People who only see what is practical, and the unconvention..
A Poet No Longer

A Poet No Longer

A Poem by M.A.


They used to flow with ease, mixing with the blood in my veins. Now they lay idle beyond reach. No longer can I be the Bard at the ta..
Words

Words

A Poem by M.A.


Words… Are they flat and lifeless? Do they mean anything anymore? Must we rely on actions? Show me how much you love me! Sh..