Show me your colours of love.
Splash them on your canvas and
me. Would your colours burn
bright with passionate shades of
fiery red, orange and blue? Or
would your colours run still and
strong in a cool turquoise calm like
the sea? Show me while they leak
down from your wrists, fingers and
palms. Show me your shades of black
and grey that you wear in the mid
of day. Are they as dark as others talk
and say? Show your colours of love.
Show me the colours of you* ~

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

Wash me with your love
Let it bubble with passion
Mend my broken heart
Help me make a new start.

Pour your warm gentle words
Let them heal my wounded soul
Cleanse me inside out
See what is still left of me.

Pat me dry with your embrace
Wrap your arms all around me;
Hold my heart gently,
Stop it from bleeding;
Kiss away my tears,
Stop my eyes from crying.

Wash away my pains from the past,
Fill in all the hollowed parts of me,
With your love,
Let me be renewed.

.
•they'd               
come at night•               
these footsteps are               
never light• always                    
heavy and running ar-                      
ound•...they are annoy-                        
ingly creepy..., these aw-                       
ful sounds•every night,                          
after eleven without                        
fail•into rooms,                        

us they would                        
tail• making a                        
din overhead                        
•when all                        
                         should
                        be quiet inste-
                         ad•like barefooted
                          children i would ***-
                          ume...•wandering and
                          exploring into every ro-
                           om•...could they come
                            wilfully•from the cou-
                                ple who live above
                            me•i very much

                             doubt so•bec-
                             ause this much
                             i know...•that
                             the neigh-

bour up-                    
stairs, they're                        
old•frail and meek;                            
never bold•they'd re-                            
tire early•after late, ne-                            
ver a party•now... there                            
the feet go again•drivi-                            
ng me almost insane•                            
on my ceiling now,                            
they're pacing•                        

they know i kn-                        
ow and they are                        
playing•these                        
invisible                        
                        feet•ne-
                        ver would we
                            meet•one thing for
                           sure•this is not a friv-
                            olous tour•determined
                            to tell•that they exist
                              as well•nothing i'm
                               certain but it is clear
                               •i think they really
                              like it here...•

                              •i don't think
                               they're leavi-
                              ng•they're
                 ­              bent on


staying...•