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The only thing I have to fear…

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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. 🙂

Head over here to join the fun:

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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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Read more 2017 A to Z Challenge entries here!

Buried Wealth

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In the middle of the night, like a thief,
fear came with a bending sickle

and so here lie
the untold stories,
unwritten poems,
unsung songs,
unfulfilled dreams , and
unrealized greatness

an immeasurable wealth buried six feet beneath.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to Shapeshifting 13 #75 KICKOFF: GHOUL FESTIVAL! and Poets United Midweek Motif: Wealth

Visual Prompt: “Garden of Death” by Hugo Simberg; 1896; Watercolor and gouache

Audio Prompt: “Piano Sonata No 2 in B Flat Minor, Movement 3 (The Funeral March)” by Frederic Chopin

Ildio

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Ildio
A Haiku

Let the fresh wind sweep
All plight of uncertainty—
Bask beneath His grace

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photo Credit: Magic4walls


Written for Written for RonovanWrites’ haiku prompt #101: Fresh & Wind

Mama

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Mama
A Classical Haiku

Furious dimmed skies roar
Rain’s hammering the cold earth—
Mama, please be home

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photo Credit: Ana Rosa via Pinterest


In response to Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.

This week I love to challenge you to create a classical haiku following the classical rules:

  1. 5-7-5 syllables
  2. you have to use a seasonword (or kigo)
  3. you have to use a cutting word (or kireji) (like (:), (,) or (-) just punctuation
  4. your haiku has to describe a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown into water
  5. try to catch a deeper meaning in it
  6. and last but not least, try to create a haiku in which it is possible to interchange the first and third line

The theme is “prayer”.  

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L is for Lakas ng loob

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GIF source: Wordstuck

Lakas ng loob refers to one’s courage or bravado.

Most days things crumble to nothingness
And she’s pushed to stumble and fall
All alone— on her feet wounded
Layers of bruises and scars
Left to dwell on rotten breakdowns
Staring at the mirror— soul in shards
Most days she’s scared and terrified
But she lives and survives; fight a good fight


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Read more 2016 A to Z Challenge entries here!

Seconds: A Vignette

It’s a shame I didn’t get a chance to partake in our Writing 101: Poetry course until the very end.  It would have been a tremendous experience for me, well, it still is (though I only managed to sit and write until DAY 3). 😀 I guess WORK got its toll and defeated the poet inside me during that time.

Currently, I have 22 pending post in my drafts, some of which were for this course. I know it’s TOO LATE but it would be as waste not to share them. So here goes something… 🙂 🙂

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In a gaze, a startling meeting of the eyes

Two hearts stopped drumming; a sudden smile

Two hour hands slowed and came to a halt

Two souls collided and shared a divine dance

And in that second, a fleeting moment in time

Forever started and ended at once

Hearts resumed beating; hour hands began ticking

Two souls too frightened, let their chance slip by


Day 4: Seconds

Prompt 4 is a courtesy of a lovely friend, Rosema of A Reading Writer. DANK JE WEL! 🙂

Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. Relive the few seconds when you held your eldest child for the first time. Recount those seconds when you were waiting for big news that was about to change your life.

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In response to Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge.

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He was too close— but quit.

Fright Night: Fears

In response to The Daily Post promptWhat’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?


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In general, I believe we all have common fears: the fear of death, whether of our own or of someone we hold so dearly (God forbid); the fear of realizing our dreams– or not (reminds me of Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist); the fear of failure; the fear of the unknown; the fear of falling in and out of love… and the list could go on. As for me, a lot of things seem frightening. But most of it, if not all, are manageable. These are fears that I can deal with– after a few deep breaths and a great deal of courage, of course. To give you an idea, here’s a few.

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There are fears that I like to stick around. Like my fear of death-defying rides and my love for such. To spin around dizzying heights at great speed, with feet dangling, heart racing, and voice shrieking in delight. Classic!

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There are also fears that I have to live with– just because. Like my fear of streets, highways, and other thoroughfares. The anxiety and palpitations whenever I’m faced with road intersections or pedestrian lanes makes me stand stiff. Irrational but it’s something that some poor souls have to deal with day by day.

As for the all time cliché, the fear of ghosts and of horror movies and stories, I rest my case. Need I say more? Although, more than the sight of those vile creatures, the sounds and sound effects scare just as much as the thunder over lightning. Those moans, howls, hums, and that ominous thud which makes a preface to a heart-stopping scene. And, yes, my overly playful imagination is partly to blame. Oh and by the way, didn’t I tell you Temple Run is just as terrifying, too? Ha ha, I never really liked the thought of someone chasing me to death and I remember throwing my friends’ phones while I’m at it!

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Finally, the thing that scares me the most. These little plump, soft, squishy, and squirty creatures are my archenemy— be it a worm, larvae, or a caterpillar (to think they turn to be gorgeous butterflies 😦 ). I’ve dealt with slimy snakes, those scared me too, but unlike them I won’t have to worry if it’ll burst the minute I touch it. An exaggeration, I know, but what can I do? I can’t help it.  *Sigh*

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How about you, what scares you the most? 🙂

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