Monday, March 26, 2018

Serial Killer

Mother Nature is a serial killer
She has trapped us onto her
Luring us to explore her
Hoping one day we will find something better

But then she brings out the knife
And cuts us off one by one
As we die, we realize she is only a murderer

But what were we really looking for
She is just a mother trying to protect
What us humans are looking for
We are used to winning
And when we lose all we see is the horror.

Not of what we have done
But a serial Killer.

M.A.A


Sunday, March 11, 2018

Getting Better

Sinking into the past or stumbling into the future
I wish those moments would last just a little bit longer
The world stopped moving when you slid that ring on my finger
As I close my eyes I am swept back to when I was younger
I am going to get through this even though sometimes I wish I wasn't getting older
But I realize now that life is only going to get better

M.A.A

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

What is Love

I guess its that moment you walk away from them

That you feel your heartstrings start to pull

Where left is still left but the right doesn't seem right anymore

When you come away from a kiss breathless but still needing more


I think that its in the spaces between the second that really mean the most 

But honestly I don't know

And maybe that's the real secret of love

Its not something you are supposed to understand

Just show

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Holding on

It's the moment you prick your finger on the rose, that second you wake up to see it was too late.

That it's beauty entrapped you. And there was no healing the wound.. No rewinding the moment.

Now you have a choice. You could drag your hand back out of the brambles or grab onto the rose thorns harder..

And for some reason holding on seemed easier than letting go.

M.a.a

Monday, January 29, 2018

What if

What if you born into a world that never lied
What if you born into a world that searched endlessly for the truth
What if this world had confused those things
And what if you were sent to untangle those two
 
m.a.a

Monday, January 22, 2018

Scripted

I wish I lived in a movie
Where I knew the plot would end
I would be able to choose my story
And no one would no who I really am

I wish I could find my prince charming 
and live happily ever after
where I hold a script telling me what to say
always knowing what to expect in the next chapter 

I would not be scared of anything
all my fears would be behind makeup
But Instead I live in the real world
And thinking about it now I could only
 cry 
  when
       they
           called
                   cut ....

M.A.A

Monday, January 8, 2018

Falling

little girl I wish you knew,
there was more to life
then falling back on the things
that hurt you

~m.a.a~