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Monday Musings: Something beautiful and cruel

The next time you question the existence of love, look into an old photograph. See how love is written from that fading black and white. Travel back in time when love was patient and slow. When you don’t need technology to keep up real time. Listen to an old song. Notice the way your eyes smile or how your heart beats with the music. A once inaudible sound now carries snippets of laughter and tears.

Do you still not see?

Love may have left the front door shut but some fragments will forever remain. Memories. These are our only evidence that something beautiful and cruel like love exist.


I am 99.9% done with re-categorizing my old posts and as I was checking my unpublished tab, I realize that there are still too many scattered thoughts that need my attention.

This one is from 2018 that I wrote for A to Z challenge. For some reason, I dropped the idea (hehe). I’m sharing it now since I have two girlfriends who currently might relate.

What Visits In The Night: The Healing

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What Visits In The Night: The Healing

Another night has passed
Of whispers and deep sighs
But she no longer hides
From the fears that now subside
The memories still linger
They flicker like the stars
These visits are what heal her
So the bedroom door’s ajar
MS


In response to dVerse’s Poetics: Leave the porch light on hosted by Lillian. I remember writing for MTB before about the memories that visits in the night. These are memories that don’t just leave because the other person might have. What would you do? Do you let them build you a ruin? Or do you let the night be your healing?

Image Source: WeHeartIt

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We make the floorboards creak at night…

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We make the floorboards creak at night…

We make the floorboards creak at night
You and I— tiptoeing, barefoot
Your whispers tickling my ears,
Hands slithering my back
The crickets chirp teasingly
As we dash to the grassy field
Ah, how can the world sleep
Without watching the moon and stars?
MS

Art illustration by Anders Røkkum


In response to dVerse’s Quadrille #43: Creak hosted by Grace.

I remember when I was a child, I used to sneak outside just to watch the night. I would climb the rooftop — careful not to make a noise but the roof always manage to betray me. There, in the open, I would lie to watch the moon and stars with my mom shouting at me to get back down.  “Five more minutes” , I used to ask.

Here’s to the lovers of the moon and stars.

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What Visits In The Night?

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What Visits In The Night?

She hides beneath the sheets
As if the fabric helps
To chase away the kiss
That memory has fetched
The bedroom door’s ajar
To let the nightmares out
That visits on her sleep
Within the midnight hour
MS


In response to dVerse’s MTB: Trimeter hosted by Frank with his piece, Blaming the Moon. This piece is inspired by a senryu entitled, Happening,  written by Davy  D.

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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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Past Lifetimes

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Past Lifetimes

There it was again
That old, familiar feeling
Like a déjà vu—
Detailed dreams of us
From different times
And places

That old, familiar feeling
Of being drawn into
Your gaze and smile

An old sensation
Of swimming
In a history of us
From which I do not drown

It felt like a
A once upon a time
Taken apart
And put back together
Again and again

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Now, four letters behind, here’s a late entry written for A to Z Challenge: Letter P. Have a great Monday, everyone! ^^

Today’s photograph is entitled Past Lifetimes 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!

Shadows Smile

Shadows Smile

Each night I am reminded of how long I have been walking alone. As the moon casts its light and my shadow walks with me, I count the days, the months, the years. I remember the girl who once strolled lazily with a wistful heart. I remember the girl who once walked in haste, too eager to find the comfort of her pillow. I remember the girl who once staggered, too tired with the intricacies of her world. I remember the sudden stops at the corner of 6th street to see the moon.

Now, all grown and wise, I see a woman behind the dark outline. And I see her for what she really is— a braveheart. Some would say a solitary shadow on a moonlit night is that of a sad soul. But I’d say, most often, the woman behind the shadow smiles.

A silhouette walks
And befriend the silent night—
The crescent moon smiles

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Haibun Monday: The Shadow Knows

I took this photo on one of my solitary walks after work. I’ve always wondered what people see just by looking at the shadow alone. Would they see a sad soul or a happy heart? Only the shadow knows… Thanks Toni for this prompt! I’ve finally wrote something about this one.<3

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Keepsake

Keepsake

It started with five seconds
The sudden meeting of the eyes
On that tiny wisp of time

And then there was a tug-of-war
Your arms wrapped ‘round my waist
I came to be your willing prey

It ended with a blue ribbon
The one you tied around my wrist
My only keepsake of that day

Those seconds may have long passed
Your arms may have set me free
And the ribbon’s knot may have loosened
But in this heart there once was you and me

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: One Memento hosted by the lovely Mish.

Here is a true story for today’s prompt where Mish ask us to write a poem about one memento. I’m grinning at the moment remembering the past. Haha. Was it too foolish to keep that ribbon? *hides*

“You may use a souvenir from your travels, a photo, a keepsake from a special moment or event, perhaps a small token that is dear to your heart. Let it channel the emotion and significance that it holds for you. Give us a little piece of your past, a glimpse of who you are. If you find this perspective too personal, feel free to use a fictitious memento and/or voice.”

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Share Your World – Week 4

Here’s for  Cee’s Share Your World Challenge –  Week 4


Do you prefer juice or fruit?

Fruits. Specially freshly picked. 🙂

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?

I came from a village tucked in the far-most corner of a small town and I couldn’t ask for more. “Away from civilization”, that’s what we jokingly call it. BUT we’re never away from each other. Home is where love and smile is the warmest.

If you were to paint a picture of your childhood, what colors would you use?

Green for the trees, blue for the sky, brown for the dusty road. It was a time of laughter, sun-kissed skin and sweat. Need I say more?

Ways to Relax List: Make a list of what relaxes you and helps you feel calm

• Stargazing and moon-gazing
• Watching animated films
• Doodling and sketching
• Listening to music
• Lazy afternoons
• Reading books
• Long walks
• Silence

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