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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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 ..
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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..