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Bakit Kailangan Laging May Mang-Iiwan at May Iiwanan?

A poetic duet with a friend, a traveller, an all-time hugotero, an instant love guro, and team bang’s one and only IDOL wanderer. Here’s an early Tagalog hugot about leaving and being left behind…


Idolwanderer:

Sa ngalan ng pag ibig may dalawa kang pagpipilian. Ang mang-iwan o ang iwanan.

Ngunit sino ba talaga ang laging nang-iiwan? Kaming mga lalaki o kayong mga kababaihan?

Maria:

Sino nga ba ang nang-iwan at sino ang iniwan? Sa larong ito, sino ba ang may kasalanan?

Ako ba na walang ginawa kundi ibigay ang lahat. O ikaw na ang tingin sa akin ay hindi pa sapat?

Idolwanderer:

Ha! laro? Anong laro? Para sayo laro lang pala ang akala koy totoo?

Ang sakit isipin at kay hirap tanggapin. Ngayo’y alam ko na, na para sayo ako’y laruan lang at di pala dapat mahalin

Maria:

May totoo nga ba sa lahat ng iyong ipinakita. Kung napakadali mong nagbitiw at naglahong parang bula.

Ang lahat ng pangako mo ay pinanghawakan ko. Ngunit sa isang saglit, lahat pala ay mapapako. Continue reading “Bakit Kailangan Laging May Mang-Iiwan at May Iiwanan?”

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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How I Heal

How I Heal

how I heal is walking
in between scattered memories—
barefoot and sore
risking the odds of tripping
onto a black and white
of stolen kisses, soft touch
love letters and lazy afternoons
how I heal is struggling
towards the water edge
with my bruises itching
in the ebb and flow
darling, how I heal is hurting
until I concede that we are no more.

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter H.

Today’s photograph is entitled How I Heal 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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First, I Was Afraid

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First, I Was Afraid

First, I was afraid of your promises
Petrified that I’d make a mistake
But I let your lies poured into me
As I clenched my heart tighter
I braced it for the sudden fall
Or the slow, agonizing torment
Of a heart too blind to see
That the love has drifted away.

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter F.

Today’s photograph is entitled Your Promises 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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A River Flows in Me

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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…

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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!

Head over here to join the fun:

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Joanna

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He slammed the front door shut, leaving her a name that echoed in the four corners of the room—J O A N N A. Joanna sounded like his ‘I love you’. Joanna tasted like his kisses. Joanna felt like his touch. There were no tears in her eyes just lips closed tight. She should have known all along.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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Written for November Notes hosted by two lovely and awesome writers, my dearie Rosema of A Reading Writer and Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies. Come, join the musical fun! 😀

Music Prompt for Day 4: Between the Lines by Sara Bareilles

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Broken Things

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Broken Things
Realistic Fiction

“You are the weirdest friend I’ve ever known!” Selena exclaimed, staring at the dilapidated statue in Taylor’s yard.

They’ve been bestfriends since childhood— ever since the world begun. Selena’s been practically part of Taylor’s life as much as Taylor’s been part of hers. They’re two opposite poles, so much like two sides of a brain. Taylor is odd and quirky and artsy and lost in the clouds while Selena is everything Taylor’s not.

“Lena!” Taylor’s eyes beamed. “I bought this for three-dollars on a garage sale. You like?”

“I like?” she yelled, giving an unbelieving stare. “Why would someone have the nerve to sell this and why would you buy such scrap?”

“It’s my latest hobby, remember? I collect broken things.”

“Ever since Jacob broke your heart,” she argued. “You can’t mend it with those, Tay.”

Taylor’s eyes flickered with a hint of tears as she proudly spoke, “Watch me.”

Word Count: 150

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


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

Enjoy more stories here:

 

 

Not a Walk

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I didn’t fall into love, I walked in it. No. Walk doesn’t quite describe it. Is there a word for treading upon a rocky road with your soles hammering against the rough earth?  As each foot advances over the other, another wound pierces its way onto your skin, leaving a scar that’ll last a lifetime. That what you once thought as a languid walk became a perilous one instead, is there a word for that? There must be.

Among love’s paths, I chose the one with an unforgiving darkness. Not a single light to guide my way—just a merciless void. I heedlessly marched towards you, despite being out of sight.  For I know that every road leads to an end. For you, my love, are my beginning and my end. So I walked into love’s perilous path until I bumped into a hard surface with my face slamming into a solid wall.

I didn’t fall into love, I walked in it. No. Walk doesn’t quite describe it. Is there a word for trudging upon a lonely road after reaching a dead end with your aching soles, weary heart, and exhausted soul? Yet you chose to find your way out, tiptoeing from puddles of tears and sweat you once left on your way in. Your eyes, once blind, are now accustomed to darkness so you could pick the broken pieces along the road. Until, finally, you see the light. Is there a word for that? There must be.

Her broken pieces
An indiscernible mess—
Beautiful mosaic

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Haibun Monday #13: Walking.

At last, I am able to join this year. Phew! I hope I’m not gate-crashing the poet’s pub? Thanks for hosting this, Bjorn. 😀

P.S. This one’s for one of my college best friends who is undergoing a “moving on” process (Yes dear, I’ve read your post rant). The photo above was from her HK trip.

 

S is for Sillage

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Until we walk down the street,
With your hand clasped in mine
The streets are no more streets
They are home to old memories.
Until the pavement of the road
Felt our feet side by side
The roads are no more roads
They are dreams frozen in time
Until the ink kissed the walls
With your name next to mine
The walls are no more walls
They are witnesses to our love.
The long winding stretch of
Crowd-filled streets,
The silence of the woods on
Dim lit roads,
The burst of vibrant colors on
Rough and cold walls,
Are no more than streets, roads, and walls-
Until they remind me of ‘You and I’


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