I often envisage love
as snowflakes-
Each of us have it different
but it’s really just the same
with its imperfectly etched beauty
only few can comprehend
Its beauty can never be
expressed in words
or even a sliver
of what it’s worth
The snowflakes are piling up
and the shivers are ethereal
we don’t even realize
that it drives us delirious
The snowflakes keep piling up
but it doesn’t end here
it’ll drown us in its avalanche
and leave us gasping for air.
-m.j.a
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
I don’t think
I could ever forget
the twinkle in your eyes
whenever you talked about
your love for the stars
Or how we dreamt
about traipsing our way
into the distant galaxies
and naming them as ours
I love how we talked about the universe-
even though we’re worlds apart.
-m.j.a
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
When I view our love
in retrospect
all I can see is the lush
of roses-
the sunflowers are filled
with luminosity
and the fragrance drives me senseless.
But when I view our love
in this very moment
all I can see are thorns
in what were once roses-
all the sunflowers radiate
are darkness
and all I can smell
is the scent of
cypress.
-m.j.a
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
I desperately
want to build a bridge but I
don’t want to cross it.
-m.j.a
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
I poem my way out of everything.
I disguise all the misery,
euphoria, contempt, and solitude
into the beautiful form
of poetry.
Losing myself
in the world of
twenty-six letters
is my enthralling form of
escapism.
But no matter how many
sonnets, haikus, free-verses
or six-word stories
I do;
I could never
poem my way out of you.
-m.j.a
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
I broke three wine glasses this morning.
It was all your fault-
I was immersing myself
in bottles of numbness
when suddenly-
Your voice was ringing in my head your eyes were
staring right at me your fingers were touching my face your
eyelashes were tickling me your lips were curled up at the edges
your whispers of promises were in full volume your scent is driving
me insane your head was resting on my shoulder you are all I
see, hear, taste, touch, smell.
You were everywhere.
I broke three wine glasses this morning.
At the end of the day,
I’d have broken everything into a million pieces
and you’d find my house in ruins.
You’d find fragments of the moon
and pieces of the sun on
your way home.
I may break all the wine glasses,
the houses, the moon and the sun,
but it is still nothing compared to
how broken I am.
-m.j.a
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
When a single stone
falls on water,
the impact is far more
than we ever know.
It would create
astounding ripples
and the particles of water
would inevitably change
in direction.
I am not water
and you are not a stone.
But a single drop of your love
would ripple throughout my
entire soul.
-m.j.a
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
I thought you were perfect
and so I loved you.
The dots on your face
make a brand new
celestial universe
You were an enigmatic
planet- and I’m still not through
in exploring your
inimitable realm
But then I saw the
perilous black holes
in your solar system
and I was inevitably
****** into its vortex
when i gradually deciphered
your mysteries-
I saw cracks in your world
I’ve never seen before
but I would gladly be
the cosmic energy
to lessen the night
inside your abysmal soul
and I would help fix
the cracks in your
catastrophic world
And even if I’d never
mend your brokenness
or solve your clandestine codes,
I’d know that you’re imperfect,
and I’ll love you even more.
-m.j.a
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
I don't understand
how hearts work
after they've been scathed
and shattered
over and over again
or how someone
who gives you strength
makes you weak in the knees.
I have often wondered
why people never get tired
of waiting for nothing
or how they pour
everything to someone
and leave none
for themselves
I don't think I could ever
understand the things
people do for love
or the things I do
for you.
-m.j.a
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
i read an excerpt once
that if you read something
over and over
it loses its essence
pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty
pretty
it becomes meaningless.
you do the same things
again and again and again and again
and again and again and again and
again and again and
again
one day you'll forget why.
loving you
is the only thing i do
every minute,
every second,
over and over again
i'm sorry
if the day would come
that I'd forget the reason why.
but then i realized
there was no why to forget
for there was never even
a why
in the first place.
I take back my apology.
-m.j.a
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC