Doodles and Scribbles

Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul




I no longer chase men
Or strive to tie a broken string
This heart will not set sail again
On the ocean that took them away
Nor will I mirror past mistakes
For I have come to admit:
Whatever leaves, leave.
Whatever stays, stay.

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Mirror hosted by Sumana and  and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #157 by Nekneeraj. Also an allusion to The Daily Post: Acceptance.



A River Flows in Me


River Flows in Me

I dipped my feet in the river
Where our love was baptized
Felt the rush of the water
I was left hypnotized

What could have gone wrong?
What could have we done?
When all we have was one love
Under the shining sun
Was all the fight not worth it?
Where was the love we breathed?
Have let go of our fate?
And succumbed to hate?

I thought our love was endless
Like the river to the sea
But while streams thread the mountains
A river flows in me…

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Image Source:  Favim

In response to dVerse’s Poetics: The River hosted by our guest, Paul Dear.

At first I was thinking of writing about my recent trip for today’s prompt but a single speck of dust that goes by the name of Gina has already wrote what my heart would want to say. Please shower her some love and read her piece, The River. 🙂

Meanwhile, this piece is inspired by one of my favorite music from Yiruma entitled, River Flows in You. This song, though only played without words, begins and ends with so much emotion in every key. Have a lovely evening!

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Magdalene: Iridescence 


Magdalene: Iridescence 

The stars,
They fail to shine tonight
The moon cowers in silence
Two pairs of burning eyes
Latch onto each other
Passion laced with heat
Legs entwine
Dancing lonesome away
An iridescence no darkness can hide
Inseparable from night till day

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image source: Favim

In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #147.

Last year, in my attempt to explore various POVs, I wrote two pieces that may or may not have looked into the ordinary life of a prostitute. The poems revolve around the fictional life of Magdalene (as inspired by the biblical character). You can read the previous posts from the links below. 

Magdalene , Magdalene: The Ritual

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The Soloist


The Soloist

Deeper than the ocean
Higher than the sky
Fighting laws of motion
When there was you and I

You’re the force to my inertia
Heartbeats accelerate
Our actions and reactions
Are signed and sealed by fate

Alice couldn’t help but smile at the sound of the man’s voice. She knew that soulful tone for as long as she could remember. How could she not when she calls her ‘dad’?

They are not homeless nor do they live a pitiable life. But her dad has always been a great man. He would rise early in the morning and take out his guitar ensemble out to the center of the town.

“This world could use some music”, he would say.

Looking at the audience gathered around the soloist, she does agree.

Word Count: 130

Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sunayana MoiPensieve. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt. 😀

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Take Me Not To Dreamland

Take Me Not To Dreamland

take me not to dreamland
to the lands of make-believe
but lead me to a place instead
that swathes of artistry
where faces ashen to the sight
of reality
where pointing fingers curl in guilt
and men spring to take the blame

amuse me, bemuse me
but not with fantasy

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photograph by David Levene/Eyevine via TheNewYorker

In response to dVerse’s Poetics: Amuse me! Take me for a ride! hosted by the lovely Lillian.

P.S My apologies if this one digress from the fun. 😅 As an avid fan, I couldn’t help but think of Banksy with today’s prompt. In 2015, the world was shaken when the artist opened his bemusement park, Dismaland. Situated in the Weston-super-Mare seafront, the themed park displayed demented assortment of bizarre and thought-provoking artworks from Banksy and more than 50 artists around the world— from street art, spoof fairground rides, derelict Cinderella castle, grim reaper exhibit, a dystopian model village and many more. Ah, if only I could teleport! 😦

You can find more info and images of Dismaland from these links: Colossal, Reuters, The Guardian

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If I Could Build A House


If I Could Build A House

If I could build a house
I would build one not for mine

A house of warmth for those in the cold
Sprawled on the streets, no one to hold

A house of strength for those who are weakened
No mortar or bombs can ruin again

A house of light that beams in the night
For the lost and weary to cast away their fright

A house of love for the lonely and hopeless
Who threw away trust and second chances

A house of peace for the hate-filled heart
Who’s trying to keep from falling apart

If I could build a house in a snap of fingers
I would build a home for each rat that lingers.

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: DIY Building by our guest host, Sara McNulty.

Your challenge for today is to imagine that you have been given free rein to design any type of building you wish. What would your building look like?

Banksy is back with a brand new project called “The Walled Off Hotel,” where people can literally sleep inside this work of art. Located in Bethlehem, Palestine it offers the ‘worst view in the world’ with windows overlooking the controversial barrier wall that separates the West Bank from Israel territory. The image above is one of the wall decorations in the room. Banksy is <3.

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A plea to luna


A plea to luna

On the third night she rose again
To find the crescent moon
Atop the mountain ledge she rest
And listened to the noise

The crickets sang a melody
The frogs played a tune
The wind hummed a silent song
Her heart played along

She prayed the night to take away
The pains of this world
To filter all the wickedness
And leave peace alone

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: magic4walls

In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #145 by Yves, here’s a follow-up to my previous post, Luna(cy). For the love of the moon. ❤

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It started with five seconds
The sudden meeting of the eyes
On that tiny wisp of time

And then there was a tug-of-war
Your arms wrapped ‘round my waist
I came to be your willing prey

It ended with a blue ribbon
The one you tied around my wrist
My only keepsake of that day

Those seconds may have long passed
Your arms may have set me free
And the ribbon’s knot may have loosened
But in this heart there once was you and me

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: One Memento hosted by the lovely Mish.

Here is a true story for today’s prompt where Mish ask us to write a poem about one memento. I’m grinning at the moment remembering the past. Haha. Was it too foolish to keep that ribbon? *hides*

“You may use a souvenir from your travels, a photo, a keepsake from a special moment or event, perhaps a small token that is dear to your heart. Let it channel the emotion and significance that it holds for you. Give us a little piece of your past, a glimpse of who you are. If you find this perspective too personal, feel free to use a fictitious memento and/or voice.”

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The Tale of the Mad Cow

The Mad Cow

It was a perfect time for rocking chair and morning coffee when suddenly his grandson came barging in from the backyard.

“Grandpa! Grandpa!” Nathan yelled, his face flushed from the sun.

John let a sigh and spoke sternly, “Kid. I told you… No running inside the house.”

“Grandpa, you would be proud.” Nathan said abruptly as if not listening. “I found a mad cow in your herd and I set the cows free! You should have seen them. They were running so fast. I knew they were so scared of—

“Wait, what? What mad?” John knew his grandson is too hyperactive for a seven year old but he must have heard wrong.

Nathan, his eyes brimming with pride, led him towards the backyard. “Remember? The one you and Uncle Jerry were talking about—mad cow disease! I found one who never stopped staring at me. He was totally mad.”

And then John was at lost.

Word Count: 155

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by MajesticGoldenRose. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt. 😀

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