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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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I Surrounded Myself With Emptiness

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I Surrounded Myself With Emptiness

I surround myself with emptiness:
an empty jar that was once
filled with the sweetest jam
an hourglass whose sands
of time were blown by the wind
a light bulb— unable to shine
with its filaments gone
a wine glass that I sleep with
till my waking days

Call this madness or a hint of desperation
Curse this bed of despair from which I lie
But I surround myself with emptiness
So I can simply forget about mine

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter I.

Today’s photograph is Reylia Slaby’s latest work entitled, I Surround Myself With Emptiness. 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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Art of Hiding

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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! 😀

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Disillusion

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Disillusion

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.

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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.

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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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Battlefield

 

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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.

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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 10: Air by Rayvon Owen.

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Drunken Stupor

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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.

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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 5: Criminal by Fiona Apple

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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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