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Disillusion

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Disillusion

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.

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T0 the man who thinks I’m frail…

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T0 the man who thinks I’m frail…

Bathe me not in your sweet talk
Cloud this head with flattery
Flawed— I am incomplete
Candor is what I need
Heal me not with honeyed words
But trace my scars and wounds
For I am my own warrior
And you are no shield

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Illustration by Camila do Rosário


In response to dVerse’s Quadrille– 18: Cloud and The Daily Post prompt: Flattery

Tending the bar for Poets Pub today is Kim with her piece, Busting Clouds. Please do check it and be inspired.🙂

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Ghosts and Landmines

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I tiptoed on cobbled streets
Afraid that I may set off landmines
Where your memories hide
For I fear the explosion of nostalgia
Right before my eyes
So I treaded the long roads
With a watchful heart
Praying that I won’t get to see
Ghosts of the past

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #126 and The Daily Post prompt: Ghost.

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Pandemonium

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Pandemonium

Inside this body is a storm
a heavy downpour of doubt
strong gusts of fear
and my rage
is a lightning proclaimed
by a silent scream—
thunder

News reports a sunny weather
But beneath this skin is a bedlam.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photography by Anna O.


In response to dVerse’s Open Link Night and The Daily Post prompt: Surface

Tending the bar for Poets Pub today is Gayle with her piece, Linger. A lovely poem teeming with hope (in contrast to mine), I should say. Please do check it and be inspired. 🙂

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To the one that got away…

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To the one that got away…
A Lyrette

Sorry
that I still
write our story
even when we’ve burnt
what we once wrote
together
before

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #124 and The Daily Post prompt: Apology.

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Flaws

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Flaws
A Free Verse

I am made entirely of flaws
Of calloused palms and scraped knees
Jaded by years of mistakes
Failed struggles—a catastrophe
But behind every flaw is a beauty
Behind calloused palms is a talent
A scraped knee from wildly running kites
Mistakes from trying a thousand times
Behind every struggle is a lesson learned
A catastrophe stitched with excellence
I am made entirely of flaws
An imperfection held with pride

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Scent you left by AnnaO-Photography


In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #117 and The Daily Post prompt: Struggle.

Whispered Yearning

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Whispered Yearning
Ronsardian Ode

A life shattered into million pieces
And broken shards
Fearful doubt ascends as faith decreases—
Collapsing guard
Over spilled tears she yearns to start anew
Rebuild a life, a future into view
Leave her holdfast
Escape at last
Transcend life’s struggles and breakthrough.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photography by Oleg Oprisco


In response to dVerse’s Quadrille – 11: Spill and The Daily Post prompt: Rebuild

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The Show

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Mine is a circus,
a one-man show.

I’m a ringmaster
‎­     In-charge and in control
‎­     With my whip and a rein
‎­     I lead life proud or vain
I’m a bouncing acrobat
‎­     Swinging on a trapeze
‎­     Breathless on a tightrope
‎­     I slip or somersault
I’m a clumsy juggler
‎­     Of choice and relationship
‎­     Of job and passion
‎­     And of yeses and nos
I’m a Poi dancer
‎­     Flirting with the fire
‎­     I either burn or tame the flames
‎­     Grasping my desires
But most often than not
‎­     I simply clown around
‎­     Amid twinkling lights and dusty trails
‎­     I smile for better days

Life is a circus,
it comes and it goes.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: Even Monkeys Fall from Trees and The Daily Post prompt: Circus

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Masterpiece in Waiting

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A blank page is no empty space. It is brimming with potential… It is a masterpiece in waiting— yours. A.A. Patawaran

Masterpiece in Waiting

Each day is as blank a sheet of paper
Empty as a white canvas
Quite as a still guitar
Bare as the starless sky
But as magic slides through our pen
Ink drips from our paintbrush
Fingers play with the strings
And stars twinkle in our eyes
‎­     A ‎masterpiece takes shape
‎­     Out of nothing, a glimpse of something divine.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to The Daily Post prompt: Blank

Starting a clean slate today. Happy to back here in blog-o-sphere. Let’s write our masterpieces, shall we? 😉

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