Biography of Maya Took
My Name is Maya and I began to write when I was 16 years old. I studied poetry in the USA with an inspiring teacher. I started to write in English- an amazing language, and than in other 2 french and hebrew.
I'm willing in the future to be read by many people and maybe even to publish a book...
Maya Took Poems
State Of Mind
I sit in class- Your words, from clear formation- Turn into lyrics- From soft lyrics
My Little Cherry Tomato Plant
You will grow my little ones You will rise my tiny ones Into a bush then a tree And to the sky, you will be free!
I have a heart attack you guys! Can't stand to hear all your lies, Though I beat All, I shall say, A list of excuses, will never decay:
In The Cotton Field
Ay cotton seeds, cotton weeds. Grow day and night Through clouds and rain- Grow little trees
The Girl Who Doesn'T Know Self Defence-3
*Salvation Through writing Those poems I wrote Gave me courage-
The Girl Who Doesn'T Know Self Defence-2
Self-Exile Smashed into a wall Tied, with invisible chains of conscience
The Girl Who Doesn'T Know Self Defence-1
An Arrow, you. As an arrow stuck in my heart- and spins slow, goes deep
Days Of Darkness
Darkness surrounds my spirit Gloomness is piercing my heart- My body feels hollow and empty- My soul is falling apart.
Hold On To Illusions
I wanna believe that after death the souls are taken to an immortal land Which is ever green and always shiny With flowers that surround every path that is taken by the
I stand still Hearing your beating of heart Over the calmness of nature Staring accross the sky
I Fear But Musn'T Confess
I'm afraid to wander alone in the dark, Afraid of the neighbourhood trees, Afraid of a non-moon sky, And of the sting of bees.
Ay, My Friend! (A Grief)
One more infront of you my child Holding out a loving hand for you to hold But the only feelings of yours Are cold- cold.
I want to pretend In a far away land- Surrounded by oceans and seas- All in green flowers-
Our Poetry Ruined
C'mon students Let us see What is said In this po-e-try?
Our Poetry Ruined
Let us see
What is said
In this po-e-try?
No, that's false!
your grades will fall