Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul



Swaying Purples


Swaying Purples
A Free Verse

Cup-shaped blooms
Loved by a Rose
Acres of verdant fields
Swaying purple grows
Of grace and regal
It’s beauty shows
‘Neath the cerulean skies
Simplicity glows.

A flower of love—
Undying and passionate
No wonder why a Rose
Fell for a tulips
For she, herlself, is beauty
And grace intertwined
She glows in simplicity
Sways with love ‘neath the skies.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

To read more about Tulips, click here. Photo credits goes to Favim.

I’ve been away from blogosphere for quite some time because life happens. Well, life still happens but I’m happy to be back!!! How is May going on for you? Here in PH, May is celebrated with it’s Flores de Mayo (Flowers of May). 🙂

So this one’s for a very special flower from my garden of blogger friends, Rosema of A Reading Writer. She’s an exquisite poetess and storyteller, a sweet and charming friend, and a kind soul with a heart that listens when you need one. Thank you dear Rosema! *hugs and kisses*

The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 4.0: Hobbies

In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are.” – Ovid

This week’s chapter on The Great Book of Lists is another favorite one. Chapter 4.0 is all about our HOBBIES!

We all love to do things besides our jobs and family obligations OR if we are lucky enough, job and family obligations include our hobbies.What are the activities you enjoy, that make you happy, that empty and quiet your mind, or trigger a creativity outburst ? Or in the contrary, what activity makes you run away, backwards, take on a perpetual subscription to terminal procrastination ?

As for mine, I’ll just let the photos below do the talking. ❤ ❤ ❤

1. Poems


2. Junks & Scrapbooks

3. Music


4. Random sketches

5. Anime & Manga

6. Books


7. Friends

8. Me-time


9. Family


How about you? What are your hobbies? I would love to hear them, too. 🙂 🙂 🙂

If I should have it my way…


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If I should have it my way…
I’d etch in your skin the letters of my name with a serrated knife


No. You don’t deserve a plain sharp blade.
I want the edges to grab the layers of your pale skin, one after the other, digging deeper at every thrust. If I should have it my way, I’ll maim you very slowly so you would feel the throbbing pain I endured as you carelessly (or cautiously) stabbed me from behind.

No. You don’t deserve clean cuts.
You will bleed a great deal until you drown in the depths of your despair and misery. If I should have it my way, I will leave your mangled heart and soul in the cradle of the cold, heartless night so you would suffer the grief of an exile with nothing but puddles of tears by your side.

Have I marred you enough?
No. You need to remember my name. I want you to trace every letters etched on your skin.


The name you once thought was synonymous to weak, naïve, pathetic, and misfit. The name which once reminded you of a woman who loves green, mature yet childish, loud but quiet, rough yet sweet, smart but easily deceived. The damsel in distress without her knight in shining armor.

I want you to trace those very letters and look me in the eyes—to see a monster. No. Don’t think too highly of yourself, dear. You didn’t create me, I have a monster deep inside. You simply awakened the beast.

Now, if I should have it my way…
I’d shower you anguish. Feel my wrath.

This is madness scribbled on a piece of paper. After I saw my friend’s post in Facebook with the “B” word, I knew then that her beast-mode is on. The monster is unleashed.

Argh! I dread the distance in between us! I haven’t heard the whole news from her yet but here’s how I imagined her wrath must be. Love you, Fat(P.S. She really is a naughty angel most of them time!) 

Flakes of fire


Friends are flakes of fire

I shiver to heat, not ice

With them, winter’s gone

Written for Written for RonovanWrites’ haiku prompt #90: Friend & Shiver

Cheers to all our best friends. The funny, crazy, frustrating, and loving ones! ❤ ❤ ❤

Je suis désolée…

Because I feel so bad for missing some of her posts & comments, here’s to one of the sweetest bloggers I admire and I’ve come to get to know, Rosema… ❤ 😉 😀


Roses are red, violets are blue
Only this lovely lady can paint my day with every hue
She is sweet, kind, and charming who writes from the heart
Every piece that she posts screams of genuine art
My lovely friend I thank you for always being around
A blessed day, I believe it was, the day that you were found


For years I have stopped asking for more

For there’s nothing else I could possibly ask for

When, on Earth, I’m one of the richest person

With a happy heart and a happy soul

I have a treasure box of memories

Of the good times and even some bad ones

Friends whose worth are more than gold

And a family whose greatest wealth is love

But most of all, a loving God

Who never failed to protect me

Lend a hand when I needed strength

Who, despite my flaws, stick until the very end

The 15th of February is my very own Valentine’s Day

A day that reminds me where real bliss lies

For my riches are in people, my treasures are in love

What more could I possibly ask for

When I have more than enough at twenty-four.

Sending everyone  kisses and smiles. Please, go on, take a slice! ❤ ❤ ❤

Perfect Spot: A tribute to Barbara

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She thought she found the perfect hiding spot,

…and a perfect spot it really is.

The setting sun dropped a little lower, shifting the skies to a golden palette of colors that stretched across the horizon. She could feel the sea slowly creeping over as she walked towards the water and felt the crashing waves at her feet. Beautiful, she thought.

Her happiness rolled in like the waves of ocean echoing their gaiety as she recounted the treasured moments of yesteryear like times past held delicately between her fingertips—the myriad highs and abyssal lows, the surge of love and the grief of loss, the rise and fall, the fear and peace, the infinite procession of life. She remembers great friends, lovers, families, and acquaintances with passionate embraces, then departing with fond farewells in hopes of meeting once again.

Taking a deep breath, she realized that she wasn’t really trying to hide, more likely, she sought to be found. And in finding her being, she found her peace. Slowly, she walked towards a large tree near the shore and sat beneath its shade.

“Goodbyes do often come in waves.” She softly whispered as her lips curved into a smile and saw the last remnants of the day fade.

As a tribute, I’ve decided to use my very first entry to Mondays Finish the Story entitled, Perfect Spot.

My experience with Mondays Finish the Story prompts goes beyond the number of posts I have made and the tales I have weaved. It became a place for meeting brilliant minds and quarters for learning and fun. All praises go to Barbara Beacham. Thank you. You will never be forgotten.


A clandestine


Zed’s face lights up whenever he starts talking about Mia.  Sometimes love finds you in unexpected ways, and little did he know that he would find it in the hands of an auburn-haired, fair-skinned, smart, kind and exceedingly gorgeous woman he’d met in the outskirts of Raleigh. Continue reading “A clandestine”

To a love signed and sealed

I remember a girl I once knew. She’s a kind and gentle one, almost too good to be true. She loves her family more than anyone else and her friends more than herself. She treats everyone nicely and have such strong faith in God. I‘ve always admired her, envy her even for I know I can never have a heart as pure as hers. I almost couldn’t believe we’d be very good friends and it’s something that I’ll forever be grateful with.

I remember all our dreams, all those genuine wishes of a beautiful future and even the crazy, far-fetched ones. All those innocent dreams we marvel that the stars in the night sky bear witness– the lives we‘re gonna live, the jobs we’re gonna have, person we’re gonna be, and the love we’re gonna find.

Love. Love is something I am yet to understand but it is something that I am glad she has found. I could still remember her first smile as a woman in love and her tears as her heart broke into pieces. I couldn’t be any more proud seeing her battle the fears and doubts of falling in love. She made me believe in second chances, a chance to allow yourself be happy again.

Then came her knight in shinning armor. Everybody knows how much he loves her. It, too, was quite a wait and I admire him for that. My hopeless romantic in a nutshell celebrates in delight as these two love birds sealed their promise of love.


I wish you well on your day 1 Mr. and Mrs. Ladera and to the days onwards. Sorry Ritch. There is a myriad of memories and feelings that words cannot condense and it‘s somewhat frustrating that I cannot say this to you myself. I’m afraid I‘ve never been a good friend enough because lately I haven’t seen neither your smiles nor your tears. Unlike before, I know nothing about anything anymore. I hope you forgive me and I hope know that I love you. Always. It breaks my heart not being able to hug you on your special day. I missed so many things yesterday, most of all, I missed seeing how happy you are. I promise, though, to see you through your happily ever after from now on. God bless you and JJ. 😥 ❤

Credits to Ralph Piezas for taking these photos. Beautiful. Thank you.

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