Doodles and Scribbles

Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul


Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

In The Quite Of The World


In The Quite Of The World

The world can scream to my ears
That I have the wrong kind of skin
That I have the wrong kind of love
That I am never enough

But there is madness within me
That long to be set free
No more casket for my worries,
Hiding a heart on a sleeve

I will plunge underwater
Where noises are muffled
And in the quite of the world
I shall find my voice

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photography by Natalia Fadejeva

In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #171 hosted by Nekneeraj.

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An Inch Closer: The sins we make


An Inch Closer: The Sins We Make

Take your step
An inch closer
And hereafter let’s walk away
Shake world that immures us
Hand in hand,

You need not drown
Yourself in longing
Crave for sweetness—I’ll be the insulin
In a cloudburst of joy we will radiate
Sin slovenly,
I’m your chocolate

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: Favim

In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #161.

After another hiatus in the blogosphere, I am back and instantly inspired to write by two awesome poets: 1) another romantic piece from Charles entitled, Chocolate To Me, and 2) a sensual piece entitled,  What I’ve Become, from a newfound blogger, Holly. Make sure to check out their works! 🙂

Also I’ve decided to add this poem to my little collection of An Inch Closer series which you can find here: An Inch CloserAn Inch Closer: Renegades and An Inch Closer: What lies beyond

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The only thing I have to fear…


The only thing I have to fear…

The only thing I have to fear is living a life with my soul tethered to a thread of lies. That in each move I make, each path I take, the strings crisscross. That without me knowing, I have weaved a delicate fabric of pretense.

The only thing I have to fear is not having the will to cut the thread. That I get at ease with the charade, and life, in its most cunning way, has tied the strings tighter. That I am left clothed with a skin-tight, glossy façade.

So here I am, trying to befriend my weaknesses, tending over my scars. Here I am, cherishing my passion, reaching out to my zeal. For the only thing I have to fear is living somebody else’s life while throwing away mine.

The wind’s kiss reminds
To live an untainted life—
Be yourself and smile

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to dVerse’s Monday Haibun: The only thing we have to fear… hosted by Toni and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #161 by Nekneeraj.

This stirring photo by one of my favorite surreal photographers, Oleg Oprisco, reminds of my fear of living a life pretense. I will forever be a work in progress but I am glad to say that the thread has started to loosen. 🙂

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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.



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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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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Tired Souls Wait On Riverbanks


Tired Souls Wait On Riverbanks

Tired souls wait on riverbanks
Tired souls wait for a welcoming heart
Lost in a kudoclasm of what lies ahead—
A knot of fear in stomachs tighten.

Will there be sparrows singing songs of hope,
Or an ominous hymn from a murder of crows?
Will there be walls and deadbolts on homes?
As they somaticize grief—naked and cold.

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Painting by Ally Saunder

In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: Ally  Saunders – A Closer Look hosted by the lovely Mish and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #140 by Yves

I still can’t get the world’s distressing news out of my mind. The second I saw this particular painting, my heart immediately went out for the victims of war and the poor refugees. 😦  So here’s a little follow up to my previous post, Have we had enough? *Sigh*

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I Dare You


I Dare You

I dare you to move.
Plunge into my love and I will not resist nor will I stop you from swimming the depths of me. I will hand you the freedom to bathe in my warmth but be careful not to drown. For my love can be still as water or can come in waves.

I dare you to touch.
Wrap me in your arms and I will not fight back. I will build no solid wall so that our souls can stare right into each other and that our touch can reach beyond the skin. But do not attempt to own me for I belong to no man.

I dare you to fall.
If, by this time, you have swum my depths without drowning and you have touched this soul without owning, I dare you. There is a reason I keep a warning sign to this heart. Proceed at your own risk— you have been warned.

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved. Continue reading “I Dare You”




Two feet trudge towards the yew tree
Grasses, silver-green in the night, prickling her soles
Looking up, in toes pale and cold,
She whispers a psittacism that sounds like froth

People mock her lunacy
But the moon hears a prayer that no one heeds.

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Illustration by Tang Yau Hoong

In response to dVerse’s Quadrille: Whisper quadrille hosted by De and  MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #138 

Let’s softly sneak in the word whisper. Or shout it. Noun it. Verb it. Slip it an extra letter or two. 🙂

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