Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul



Art of Hiding


Art of Hiding

You used to dread the storm
Used to pull me under
Thick blankets and
Wrap yourself in my arms

I look at you
Expecting to see you flinch
But your eyes marvel
The series of flash and close
To hear the thunder rumble

I had no alibi
I left you in the cold for so long
That you no longer fear the storm
That you no longer need my warmth

So here I am—
One with the rain
In the art of hiding
The tears trickling down.

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Happy poetry month, blogosphere!! April has finally come and it is a high time for the A to Z Challenge. This year, I am happy to share that I have teamed up with the talented Reylia Slaby. I will be using her photographs throughout the month.

Today’s photograph is entitled The Art of Hiding. You can find more of her works in her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence! 😀


Read more 2017 A to Z Challenge entries here!




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.



A River Flows in Me


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!

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At her kiss, something ached inside the tattered corners of his heart. His knees weakened with the weight of memories that started to unfurl but before he could say a word, she was gone. Her absence pierced down to the marrow of his bones; silence never sounded so loud. He sat, side by side, with the memories of whispers turning to shouting and shouting turning to tears. Since when had this safe haven become a battlefield? Hands stretched, he reached out to something… reached out to love.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: Favim

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 10: Air by Rayvon Owen.


Drunken Stupor


carrying the throes that life throws
and the weight of the wait
i long for you and my world whirled
as I whine at my wine again
a maid made of sin from sole to soul
i had no alibi
forgive me, too, if there were two
in my heart there’s only you

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: Favim

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 5: Criminal by Fiona Apple




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.

Image Source: Favim

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





I sit by the bedside table, hands tapping above the desk. The room is dark except for the faint light creeping from under the door. It’s 2 AM yet my heart and mind are still debating, “Should I ask you again?

I look at my phone thinking maybe you’ll change your mind. Maybe you’ll remember the laughter.  Maybe you’ll remember the stories that we shared together in those five years. Maybe you’ll remember our small fights that turn to cuddles at night. Maybe you’ll remember the places we’ve been into and the places we wanted to go. Maybe you’ll remember me. Maybe you’ll remember us.

Maybe, just maybe, “we” still matter to you.

Most people would find this absurd— to keep on waiting for someone. To stare blankly at your phone, waiting for that one single text saying, “I still do.”

I know you might have woken up and decided you can’t do this anymore. So you stopped answering. Chances are I overwhelm you. Chances are I am a walking mistake to you.

But then this maybe that I cling to, might be an exception.

So, I waited.

Because maybe, somehow, we could start anew.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photo Credits: Anna O. via Raspberry Dreams

I find it a breath of fresh air listening to other people’s love story instead of mourning over mine. Lol. Love, I learned, is both beautiful and terrifying. But always, worth it. Here’s a little something I wrote for a friend whose love story is riding on a roller coaster. Today marks their 5th year anniversary. I wish to the stars that they’ll get through love’s bumpy ride.

Memories and Smoke


Adam settled into his favorite bench, took out his pipe and lit it, and then filled the afternoon with recollection of memories and stories, of smiles and tears.

Autumn has come around and the world is bathed into a crisp ocher and golden brown again. She had always loved this season, he thought. His mind wandered back to the time when he came home to find Eve nestled in the heap of tawny leaves like a bird curled at the core of its nest; her lips arched into a smile. He kissed her the way a prince would have kissed sleeping beauty—only that she never woke up. Eve lay cold and lifeless as he broke into tears and disbelief.

He’d never seen autumn that dreadful. Since then, part of him died each day when the leaves fell from the trees. Lost in memories and smoke, he waited for winter.

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:


Ghosts and Landmines


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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