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Monday Musings: Your Own Kind of Beautiful

It’s easier to laugh it off. To pit women who put on a full make up against those who don’t. This culture of incriminating women of their choices — the way they look or the way they dress — must end. Women can put on make up or choose to bare their freckles and dark spots. They can wear LBDs and stiletto or just plain shirt and baggy pants. Truth is, we can always do both if we choose to. So stop this duality, this sick comparison of nonsense. Because we are our own expectation and reality.

And so much more in between. 🌻💚

One day at a time, anxious person

We will never be enough.

For people who walk hand in hand with anxiety, it will always come as a surprise when someone tells us that we are the missing puzzle in his or her life. Everyday we spend precious seconds tiptoeing, walking on thin glass — afraid that one wrong move would break our hard-earned peace of mind. For us, it will always be a question of why. Why me? Why leave? Why stay? We keep a long list of why’s on our pockets so whenever we feel like we took a bad step and notice the slightest change, we know what to start asking. Why did his tone dropped a little lower? Why is she touching her ears? Why did it took him extra 2 seconds to answer?

People say that we should learn to trust others. But, truth is, they are not the problem. We can hand them all the trust we have, but we can never fully trust ourselves. We will never be a good enough reason for anything. Not smart enough. Not kind enough. Not talented enough. Not pretty enough. Sooner or later they will realize that we are the not the missing puzzle. We are the puzzle. And that is the hardest thing.

But keep going.
Keep breathing.

One day at a time, anxious person. 🌻
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Vignette: Lured

you make me feel
like this is where i belong:
right by your side

It was more than your charm that lured me in. It was your mystery— the way you make my mind wander and wonder. The way you make me a changed person evey single day I spend with you. The way you make me feel like this is where I belong: right by your side. 🍃

Remember, remember

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Remember, remember, the fifth of November. Leaving home by the faint light of the rising sun. Its streaks bathing the canopies with hazy gold, as your feet forged their own path. Clambering down the slope of soil, a long bed of rock awaits. Into the very womb of nature, you walked the forested trails.

Remember, remember, the fifth of November. You fancied seeing him for the first time. Curious as a cat on how he’d talk or react if you ever say poetry or love. “He won’t arrive,” you surmised. Indeed, he was nowhere to be found. And so you remember this day as a matrimony of both happy and sad.


Borrowing this phrase from the English folk verse, The Fifth of November. This one’s for the soul who let me watch V for Vendetta and introduced me to Guy Fawkes. The very same one who didn’t show up a year ago on this day. 😂😊

Pretender

It’s 9:52. The night is young yet the house is full. People are coming in and out of the front door. On a dim corner, behind the gate, a man is throwing up.

“I need a drink,” he thought of storming in but stopped at the sight a familiar face.

Five years— she never changed. Laughing with her head back, he guesses her black shirt still carries a statement. Like “Down With Big Brother” or “Go Queer”.

“Don’t,” the word came late and before he knew it, he was walking towards the one who got away. The dice is rolled. Fuck what ifs and the mutilated could-have-beens.

“On the worst-case scenario, at least I can act as drunk fool.”


Took this photo on a poetry night at a local coffee shop here in Cebu. The place was filled with too many hopeless romantics that night.

Rain, Rain

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Rain, Rain 

The forest is still, not a single bird chirping
And the summer sky is a cumulous of rage
I am drenched in the stillness of remembering
Of what I have lost, of what I still have
But in the midst of the surrounding clamor
The pitter patter and the wind’s howl
My heart remains still— unperturbed, relaxed
Like the eye of a tornado devoid of wrath

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter R.

I am still three letters behind and still catching up with the daily prompt. *sigh*
Hope everyone is having a lovely day still!!

Today’s photograph is entitled Rain, Rain by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence!

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Quest

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Quest

Sunrays breaking through
The drips and drops
In the midst of puddles—
A skip and a hop
Confronting life’s quest
With half a smile
I see through your deep breaths
And untold sighs

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Still trying to catch up, now three letters behind, here’s a late entry written for A to Z Challenge: Letter Q.

Because sometimes a sigh can tell a story better than a smile…

Today’s photograph is entitled I See Through You by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence!

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Past Lifetimes

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Past Lifetimes

There it was again
That old, familiar feeling
Like a déjà vu—
Detailed dreams of us
From different times
And places

That old, familiar feeling
Of being drawn into
Your gaze and smile

An old sensation
Of swimming
In a history of us
From which I do not drown

It felt like a
A once upon a time
Taken apart
And put back together
Again and again

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Now, four letters behind, here’s a late entry written for A to Z Challenge: Letter P. Have a great Monday, everyone! ^^

Today’s photograph is entitled Past Lifetimes by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence!

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Not Letting Go

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Not Letting Go 

Not letting go is the deep sigh on a busy afternoon
When memories poke at your mundane routine
It is throwing a boomerang thousand miles away
Waiting for it to spin right back to you
It is taking a table for two on a solitary night
Sitting face to face with resignation
It is wrapping yourself with those thin arms
Bracing yourself for the cold

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter N.

I am two letters behind and still catching up with the daily prompt. *sigh* Hope everyone is  not as busy as I am. Have a lovely day!!

Today’s photograph is entitled Not Letting Go by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence!

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