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Ildio

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Ildio
A Haiku

Let the fresh wind sweep
All plight of uncertainty—
Bask beneath His grace

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photo Credit: Magic4walls


Written for Written for RonovanWrites’ haiku prompt #101: Fresh & Wind

Flaws

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Flaws
A Free Verse

I am made entirely of flaws
Of calloused palms and scraped knees
Jaded by years of mistakes
Failed struggles—a catastrophe
But behind every flaw is a beauty
Behind calloused palms is a talent
A scraped knee from wildly running kites
Mistakes from trying a thousand times
Behind every struggle is a lesson learned
A catastrophe stitched with excellence
I am made entirely of flaws
An imperfection held with pride

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #117 and The Daily Post prompt: Struggle.

The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 5.1: People Who Inspired You

I’ve waited for this day to post this specific TGBoL chapter. Chapter 5.1 is all about the people who inspired you. It’s not about Descartes, Churchill, Coelho or any other inspiring thinkers whose quotes flourish the internet and the social networks. No, this chapter is about a list of real people, unknown (or almost) to the world who had a real impact on our life.

As for me, it’d be:

  • God, inspite of failing him most of the time, He never failed me
  • My family who are my great source of strength and inspiration
  • My college professors who pushed me to my limits, for they knew we were meant to grow
  • My treasure box of friends- my high school bffs, my college buddies, my “UTODIAN” friends, my favorite love-birds (Rinabel & Red)

~ Continue reading “The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 5.1: People Who Inspired You”

The Show

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Mine is a circus,
a one-man show.

I’m a ringmaster
‎­     In-charge and in control
‎­     With my whip and a rein
‎­     I lead life proud or vain
I’m a bouncing acrobat
‎­     Swinging on a trapeze
‎­     Breathless on a tightrope
‎­     I slip or somersault
I’m a clumsy juggler
‎­     Of choice and relationship
‎­     Of job and passion
‎­     And of yeses and nos
I’m a Poi dancer
‎­     Flirting with the fire
‎­     I either burn or tame the flames
‎­     Grasping my desires
But most often than not
‎­     I simply clown around
‎­     Amid twinkling lights and dusty trails
‎­     I smile for better days

Life is a circus,
it comes and it goes.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: Even Monkeys Fall from Trees and The Daily Post prompt: Circus

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The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 5.0: I am currently…

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Still catching up with TGBOL’s chapters. ^^

Chapter 5.0 week is about the snapshot of our day. It’s going to be a portrait of you who are, what you do, and what you plan. Here’s mine:

I am currently…

Loving… the idea of being back in here in blog-o-sphere.

Eating… cream-o for breakfast. Yep, I’m a certified cream-o-holic!

Drinking… a hot cup of Swiss Miss dark chocolate drink. ❤

Watching… the  ceiling. We’ve had a long weekend due to Memorial Day and I don’t feel like working yet. Ssshh.. don’t tell my boss! *wink*

Going… to start blog-hopping ASAP. I’ve been gone for a while and I missed a lot.

Reading… Patricia Cornwell’s Portrait of a Killer: Jack the Ripper—Case Closed. I’ve had a reading break and  I’m happy I’ve read a lot. I’m stuck with this one though. It’s been giving me nightmares for two nights. Such interestingly disturbing book. Geez!

Texting… my high school and college best friends. Ah, how I missed the old days.

Playing… dead. Yep. Staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to hold my breath for as long as I can. I need a longer weekend! Bloody har har. XD

Working… on learning more about  my new found interest, calligraphy. I’m back in sketching too but I’m trying to tame my fingers for calligraphy these days.

Listening… to Hillsong United and Casting Crowns these days for inspiration. And Yiruma keeps my mind at ease.

Thanking… God for a long list of reason. I just couldn’t thank Him enough for everything and for never giving up on me. ❤

Buying… nothing (as long as I don’t lurk too long in the bookstore). I’m trying to save for something BIG. *fingers crossed*

Planning… to take another leap of faith and grab the chance at self-growth. Yes, career change. I’ve already let two chances slip right before my eyes. There will not be a third (I hope so).

Visiting… home. Soon! It’s for my parent’s 25th anniversary and I just couldn’t wait. 😀

Wondering… what to do first. Haha. I’m really stuck!

Feeling… happy. I love mornings as much as I love nights. Somebody’s playing upbeat music in the office. The sun’s gorgeous today and I believe it’ll be a lovely day. I hope you guys have the same! ^^
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How about you? Can I get a snapshot? I would love to hear them, too.:):):)

Sunny Day

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Sunny Day
General Fiction

Derrick was sitting on an empty park bench, staring at the towering buildings across the narrow waters. It was a cloudy day but the sun still tried to break through the grays.

“What I’m saying is there are no guarantees.”

Yes, that’s what his oncologist said earlier that day. Derrick is a twenty-five year old aspiring young artist who has always looked forward to sunrise and waited for sunsets. The sun, to him, was his muse. He could paint a heron gliding over the horizon smeared with colorful hues. He could sketch magic in sunlight, make the images come alive— until leukemia took its toll. He had already lost his hair. Today, he woke up losing his hands. He couldn’t control them, shaking and trembling as if saying they’re too scared.

With tears in his eyes, he said a silent prayer. Above the towering buildings across the narrow waters, the sun still tried to break through the grays, streaks of rays piercing through the clouds.

Now that’s a guarantee of a sunny day. He smiled.

Word Count: 175

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


YAY! Great to be back in the tale-weaving world. ❤

Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Barbara Taylor. Thanks PJ for another fun prompt.:):):)

Enjoy more stories here:

 

Coruscant Soul

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Artwork by Demar Douglas

Coruscant Soul
A Free Verse

Forces of the world
Hammered her soul—
Failures, setbacks, and life’s puzzles
Failures burnt in smoldering heat
Shackled by setbacks, constant defeat
Lost in the void of life’s puzzles
Yet she surfaced like a crystal
Shining after searing fire—
Glaring and bright
A coruscant soul
Forged after chains of
Breakdowns and cries.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to Shapeshifting 13 #52 KICKOFF: This week, in exactly 52 words, your challenge is to write a story or poem inspired by and using the following word(s):

“FORCE” & “CORUSCANT”

April has been a hiatus for me and I only managed to finish two colors (Red and Orange) for  the series, Ghouls on Rainbows. This month, may the force be with us all so we may dwell in blog-o-sphere in peace and harmony. *fingers crossed* Happy to be back in the shapeshifting world! 😀

Tubī Daor

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What do we say to death?
Tubī daor. 

What do we say to doubt?
Tubī daor. 

What do we say to hate?
Tubī daor. 

The night is dark and full of terrors
In High Valyrian, it is ‘Bantis zōbrie issa se ossȳngnoti lēdys’
Dark—for when you’re clouded with hatred and rage,
The shimmering stars start to fade
Full of terrors—for when you play this game of life,
You either succeed or fail
Daoruni gīmī—ērinis iā morghūlis
(You know nothing— you win or you die)

But what do we say to death?
Not today

What do we say to doubt?
Not today

What do we say to hate?
Not today


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Day 17: Today, I challenge you to find, either on your shelves or online, a specialized dictionary. This could be, for example, a dictionary of nautical terms, or woodworking terms, or geology terms. Anything, really, so long as it’s not a standard dictionary! Now write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from your specialized source. Happy writing!

Still working on my day 17 on NaPoWriMo’s day 20. >_<
Arghh! Busy days!! Writer’s block and procrastination aren’t helping either. *TEARS*
So here’s a little something inspired by GoT’s High Valyrian language and a suicide I’ve read in the paper this morning.

P is for Pikit-mata

 

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The sky is dark glittered by the shimmering stars. The air is still. I dream of a faraway land where no one can reach me. Perhaps, a field of prickly green grasses where not a soul had been seen for centuries or a desolate ruin long forgotten where I will wallow in solitude. Beneath a hundred thousand stars with my eyes closed, I surrender. I surrender all my woes. I surrender all my fears. I surrender all my inhibitions. I surrender all my doubts. Amidst the embrace of the cold night with only the whistling of the wind, the rustling of the trees, and the silence of my beating heart, I gave in to life’s infinite paradox.

Mind numb from thinking
Fighting battles from within
Stop and heed His will


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