My Poetry

Fundamentally happy, bluesy is not my name, still chasing the moon without a blink, exhausted but not blacken out. my sun is still shinning and I am still humming. - MMak
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I love I love ❤️ I've never doubted you. Have I ignored you in my stupid Dream? Whispered back loud and made me heard, Grind me dull by your wisdom Let me sing you One last song and dance you, One last dance. Maria Mak Stay tuned to my upcoming 1st poetry book - Age of Innocence -this summer.

I love I love ❤️ I've never doubted you. Have I ignored you in my stupid Dream? Whispered back loud and made me heard, Grind me dull by your wisdom Let me sing you One last song and dance you, One last dance. Maria Mak Stay tuned to my upcoming 1st poetry book - Age of Innocence -this summer.

My weeping guitar

My weeping guitar

My Poetry, Drawings, Sketches, Art Drawings, Draw, Line Drawings, Pictures, Paintings

Floating around @ one of those weird places Not in between, more like gliding in space  Got carried away by what has been lost I think I can fly    www.mariamak.com

Floating around @ one of those weird places Not in between, more like gliding in space Got carried away by what has been lost I think I can fly www.mariamak.com

A quick sketch and a poem for my beloved Gbro.   "let’s peep, let’s wonder; be bold, be gifted;  be thankful for you and me, have met on the same path, have pounded on the same dream, have soared at the same height;  let's play our pianos, let's write our songs; be fused, be amazed, till the last drop of our tears, till the death of our front dwarfs;  don't bid farewell, don't say goodbye, let’s sit together, on top of our mount green, watching the sunset …maybe the sunrise;   fossils…

A quick sketch and a poem for my beloved Gbro. "let’s peep, let’s wonder; be bold, be gifted; be thankful for you and me, have met on the same path, have pounded on the same dream, have soared at the same height; let's play our pianos, let's write our songs; be fused, be amazed, till the last drop of our tears, till the death of our front dwarfs; don't bid farewell, don't say goodbye, let’s sit together, on top of our mount green, watching the sunset …maybe the sunrise; fossils…

Maria Mak - Mountain's breathing...

Maria Mak _ my poems _Mountain's breathing.

I have come across a face not too familiar : My desire to alienate my pseudo pretence from my true presence. The agitation, the agony, the total nonsense. The distant ship must sail across the seven seas to search for her lost soul. A willow or an oak by the bank ? Both beautiful in her own special way! Miss you mom.  www.mariamak.com

I have come across a face not too familiar : My desire to alienate my pseudo pretence from my true presence. The agitation, the agony, the total nonsense. The distant ship must sail across the seven seas to search for her lost soul. A willow or an oak by the bank ? Both beautiful in her own special way! Miss you mom. www.mariamak.com

才知溫柔是什麽?

才知溫柔是什麽?

listen dearly to the raindrops of my heart, a symphony of the duo, a nature thunder, a whisper sobber, I am just a tiny drop in your ocean of love. -MMak

listen dearly to the raindrops of my heart, a symphony of the duo, a nature thunder, a whisper sobber, I am just a tiny drop in your ocean of love.

The beauty of Poetry... is in the power of illusive interpretation and the openness of both the communicators , the readers and the writers.  Drawing by Maria Mak. Burnaby Realtor  www.mariamak.com

The beauty of Poetry... is in the power of illusive interpretation and the openness of both the communicators , the readers and the writers. Drawing by Maria Mak. Burnaby Realtor www.mariamak.com

I don't understand abit what you are saying  Please play me again  Speechless and rather explain it in the sip of the wine  Found the crack of the time Back to the moment of  You and me rolling on the hill Playing the dead dog  It is definitely not my message  - MMak  www.mariamak.com

I don't understand abit what you are saying Please play me again Speechless and rather explain it in the sip of the wine Found the crack of the time Back to the moment of You and me rolling on the hill Playing the dead dog It is definitely not my message - MMak www.mariamak.com

Pearly hair is whispering your name in my dream Tangled not in the blues  The enlightening light is shimmering all over my bags I am not a willow by the side your creek I am just a withered rose Waiting to be picked. -MMak  www.mariamak.com

Pearly hair is whispering your name in my dream Tangled not in the blues The enlightening light is shimmering all over my bags I am not a willow by the side your creek I am just a withered rose Waiting to be picked. -MMak www.mariamak.com

Maria Mak *Burnaby Real Estate Agent* - Maria Mak/Metro Vancouver Realtor - a poem for my beloved mom.

Maria Mak @ QE Park on Mother's Day 13 May 2012 - thinking of mom. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. If turnips were watche.

Maria Mak *Burnaby Realtor*: Maria Mak. Burnaby Realtor . A poem for my beloved G Bro

let’s peep, let’s wonder; be bold, be gifted; be thankful for you and me… have met on the same path, have pounded on.

*Maria Mak - a poem for my beloved sis*       Steed grazing in the reed, galloping  freely in the favonian wind, sobbing silently in the winter rain, may I honor the secret of our sharing,  shining... on your slumber and on your ardor, shimmering... for the love of our bonded boldest dreams.  * a poem for my beloved sis * - miracle do happen at the end of her journey. - drawing and written by Maria Mak.

*Maria Mak - a poem for my beloved sis* Steed grazing in the reed, galloping freely in the favonian wind, sobbing silently in the winter rain, may I honor the secret of our sharing, shining... on your slumber and on your ardor, shimmering... for the love of our bonded boldest dreams. * a poem for my beloved sis * - miracle do happen at the end of her journey. - drawing and written by Maria Mak.

Fundamentally happy, bluesy is not my name, still chasing the moon without a blink, exhausted but determined, my sun is still shinning and I am still humming. - MMak

Fundamentally happy, bluesy is not my name, still chasing the moon without a blink, exhausted but determined, my sun is still shinning and I am still humming.

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