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In The Quiet Of The World

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In The Quiet Of The World

The world can scream to my ears
That I have the wrong kind of skin
That I have the wrong kind of love
That I am never enough

But there is madness within me
That long to be set free
No more casket for my worries,
Hiding a heart on a sleeve

I will plunge underwater
Where noises are muffled
And in the quiet of the world
I shall find my voice

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photography by Natalia Fadejeva


In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #171 hosted by Nekneeraj.

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The Hiding Place

The Hiding Place
A Realistic Fiction

Her favorite author once wrote, “Life has many ways of testing a person’s will, either by having nothing happen at all or by having everything happen all at once.” This day, she believes, happens to be one of those awful tests. And she is on the edge of failing.

Maya always strives to be a better person— to be a better version of herself at least. She wants to learn kindness and patience, and give humanity a chance. But one glance at the corner, a woman snickers at an old homeless man. Apathetic of his shaking empty hands. On a bus ride home, men talk about war and how this world is better off without Syria. Unthinking that those people, too, are victims. And to add to her outburst, someone just carelessly wrote all over the sketch she’s been working on for days!

With all the patience she could muster and all the kindness she could hold, Maya took a deep breath and hike to her hiding place. “Now this is what peace looks like.”

Word Count: 175


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Pamela S. Canepa. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt. ❤

It’s been a month of hiatus and glad to be back (hopefully for good this time). So… someone just carelessly wrote all over the sketch that I’ve been working on in the office and I badly need a peaceful place like this. Sigh. How could some people be inconsiderate?

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Happy Tire(d)

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Happy Tire(d)

I’ve been dragged through mud
Treaded over prickly grass
I’ve soiled smooth-covered floors
Spinning round and round and round

I’ve seen good days and bad
Rough edges and perfect curves
When I asked for a cleaner life
I was born for the grime

But I never complained
Though my head spins with air
For when I’m old and jaded
I have you by my side

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: Favim


In response to dVerse’s Soil Poetics hosted by Bjorn.

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Biliran in a day or two: Waterfalls, beaches, and memories

I’ve been out of blogosphere for quite some time because… life happens. BUT so much for that, I’m happy to be back! It’s been a while that I have shared some vignettes and snippets of my life, too. So here’s a little treat for all of you… 🙂

Ladies and gents, meet the gorgeous Biliran.

Biliran is an island province in the Philippines located in the Eastern Visayas region. It is one of the country’s smallest and newest provinces. Formerly a sub-province of Leyte, it became an independent province in 1992. This island province of lush mountains, countless waterfalls, and pristine beaches in the east of Visayas is a hidden paradise that is slowly making its name in the Philippines.

The waterfalls

Biliran is surrounded by mountains which explains the province’s abundant waterfalls- the number of which is not yet known. While there are over 10 waterfalls easily accessible to tourists, local mountaineers talk about more waterfalls that can be reached through longer treks, and even about unexplored ones.

My friends and I were able to visit two waterfalls, Ulan-ulan falls (image above)  and Recoletos falls (image below). We would have loved to visit all but time is tissue.

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Rain, Rain

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Rain, Rain 

The forest is still, not a single bird chirping
And the summer sky is a cumulous of rage
I am drenched in the stillness of remembering
Of what I have lost, of what I still have
But in the midst of the surrounding clamor
The pitter patter and the wind’s howl
My heart remains still— unperturbed, relaxed
Like the eye of a tornado devoid of wrath

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter R.

I am still three letters behind and still catching up with the daily prompt. *sigh*
Hope everyone is having a lovely day still!!

Today’s photograph is entitled Rain, Rain 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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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. 🙂

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My Name Means Gold

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My Name Means Gold

I am my own smith
And life is my crucible
The longer I set myself on fire
The more I am purified
Unmined— my heart rests
Hidden beneath the inferno
Needing no affirmation
That my name means gold

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Here’s a late entry written for A to Z Challenge: Letter M.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter.  I’m sorry I haven’t been able to reply to all of your comments, it’s been a busy week. And oh, I’m on a RED ALERT! I have ran out of scheduled posts for the A to Z. Gaaaa! So here I am, dragging my lazy butt (and muse), trying to catch up. -.-

Today’s photograph is entitled My Name Means Gold 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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Unceasing

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Unceasing
A Realistic Fiction

A piano sits in the empty room where Amy used to play with her heart poured in every key, her fingers tapping to the tune of Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, and Debussy. But one accident and, in the blink of an eye, those days were gone.

“Do you know the first thing I did after I find out I have ALS?” A voice came from behind and she turned to find her mother’s weak smile. “I started swimming. I lived my life doing the thing I love the most. I swum rivers, beaches, and pools until this disease finally took away my strength. That morning, I felt like I died a thousand times and all those years of fight were pointless.””

Her mother paused, catching her breath. “But there are things that even death cannot take.” She walked slowly towards Amy, with eyes brimming with tears. “Love. My love for water never ceased… And so should your love for music, my child.”

Word Count: 162


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt was taken from a hidden paradise near our place. It was not until last year that the locals discovered how beautiful this river was.

P.S. My deepest condolences to PJ and her family. You have my prayers and love. Please take care and stay strong PJ. ❤

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Becoming Myself

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Becoming Myself

I have long roamed the earth
Searched the streets for a soul
That would look beyond the mask
See the woman behind
The fifty shades of beauty
The cherry tainted lips
The long, curled lashes
And make me realize that
My unbecoming is the becoming
That I’ve been waiting all along

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter B.

Today’s photograph is entitled Becoming Myself 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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