SYW – The Untamed

So, I’ve decided to join the fun at Cee’s Share Your World Challenge. Here’s for Week 1.

What one word describes you best?

Untamed. I was once asked before in the Rule of Eleven tag to give one word that describes me and I think this hasn’t changed through time.

What is set as the background on your computer?

I do not have a computer with me and my laptop’s long dead so I’m sharing my phone’s wallpaper instead.

This is my phone’s lock screen which reminds me of the things I love, books and poetry. I also love the mystery behind this photo. It makes me think that, like our phones, one needs to know the password to get to know us more.

If you have been to a foreign country name those you have been too?

I haven’t been outside the PH yet. But it’s on my list come 2019. *fingers crossed*

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

Before 2017 ended, I decided to go on a solo trip. I’m used to being alone and doing stuff by myself but that was the first time I had to cross oceans just for a sweet escape. I went to see the gorgeous hills of Alicia, Bohol and I came back with a heart filled with joy. I have learned not to let people or circumstances disable me from doing things that I want. That I should live in my own pace and not with somebody else’s. And lastly, that I should not look for happiness but instead create it.

 

YAY! That’s all the tidbits for now. 😉

Breathe

Breathe

Slowly, she pulled the loose thread from the fabric that wrapped her for years. Stitch by stitch the knots loosened, the seams that held her started to come undone. In the corner of the room, she fell to her knees amidst the tangled strings. Beneath the light of the moon, she smiled for she can finally breathe.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: Favim

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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 2: Details in Fabric by Jason Mraz

The Introvert’s Solace

The Introvert’s Solace

Most people saw her as dark and gloomy
A somber prisoner in four walls
Little did they know she was bright and cheery
In the comfort of her nook she had it all
No stolen gazes from head to toe
Or honeyed words laced with a smile
Just solace from books, poems, and music
Amid the silence, the sound of her heartbeat.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Illustration by Gemma Correll

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Today’s Filipino word prompt is “kaulayaw” which refers to “a pleasant and intimate companion”. 

I have the room for two days since my roommates are gone for the weekend. This means that my “kaulayaw” is none other than me, myself, and I. YAY! That gorgeous illustration above just  summed the places I’ve been wanting to go. ❤

Come on! Write a poem or a fiction
Snap a photo under the sun
A six-word tale or a long post, perhaps?
Let’s all get word-high this July!

Want to join the fun? Find the prompt words HERE! Don’t forget to pingback & use the tag WordHighJuly. Mazel tov! 😉

Morning Glory

She was morning glory personified
Beautiful and stunning
Her radiance glows with the sun

But more than being a hardy vine
A scenic perennial flower
Morning glory symbolizes her life

She’s a hopeless romantic
Who loves in vain—
Even a forbidden one

Spent all her waking days
With a hopeful heart
To an unrequited love, she smiles.

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DAY 8: And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). It’s Friday, and writing poems isn’t easy! So let’s give ourselves a break with a simple prompt today. Poets have been writing about flowers since, oh, the dawn of time. So today, I challenge you to add your own poem to this long tradition, by finding a flower, and versifying in its honor. Happy writing!

I like flowers but I don’t really have a specific favorite. I got this idea from my A to Z post a while ago and I couldn’t be happier with the choice. I never thought morning glories have interesting meaning and symbolism behind its gorgeous petals!

Did you know that it morning glorry could mean?
Unrequited love
Mortality of life
Love that is in vain
Restricted love

To read more about it, click here. Photo credits goes to the author website.

Read more 2016 NaPoWriMo entries here!

C is for Cacoethes Scribendi

GIF source: Wordstuck

Cacoethes scribendi (Latin) is the insatiable desire to write.

Cacoēthes (“bad habit”, or medically, “malignant disease”) comes from the Greek kakóēthes. This phrase is derived from a line in the Satires of Juvenal: Tenet insanabile multos scribendi cacoethes, or “the incurable desire (or itch) for writing affects many”.

Cacoethes scribendi is a mania for writing, or writing regarded as an ingrained bad habit.

Hopeless
Endless
Madness
Loveless
This hopeless romantic
Writes endless prose
Verses of madness rhymes
With loveless rose
Her desperate attempts
And infinite scrawls
A cry of folly
From empty halls
Chain her hopeless heart
cease her endless thoughts
End this futile madness
Save this loveless soul

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Read more 2016 A to Z Challenge entries here!

 

Tears & Solitude

(c) wehearit.com

On empty bed, tears she shed

A lonely waking day she dread

If only moon shines eons long

A sinful night won’t be so wrong

They say I ought to be ashamed

Of solitude, am I to blame?

When I am but a forlorn soul

 Denied of ever being whole

 

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A random thought inspired by a lovely blogger’s six-word story. Thank you, Lori!

24 Gloves

Leap Day marks the opening of the path to Castle Peak- a medieval castle demonstrating the power and significance of its Lords- to every maiden in Naga City. Every four years, on the 29th of February, all maiden above sixteen will walk the unsteady pavement, brave the roaring waves, and  fight the gusting winds in search for a dashing prince or a knight in shining armor.

This year will be her third try. Hesitant, she stopped on the side of the path and stared down her shaking hands.

“Lisa! The ball will start soon. Why aren’t you in dress?” asked one of the girls passing by.

“Ssshh! Don’t you know? It’s her third time this year. A shame!” whispered the other.

“Come on, leave her and her gloves alone!” called out the rest.

With tears in her eyes, she decided to walk away from this place, tossed twenty-four pairs of gloves into the grey sea, and  forget the path to grandeur.

“Love will find me, if it’s meant to be.”

Word Count: 170

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Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This photo prompt from TJ Paris reminds me of my first love. The I-have-no-idea-why-I-like-him-but-I-did-anyway kind of guy, born on the 29th of February, who turned me down (unknowingly). Ha! I moved one. I moved one. I- fine… maybe just a little bit bitter. I should just shut up here! 😀 😀 😀

P.S  According to ancient history, St Brigid struck a deal with St Patrick to allow women to propose to men and any man who refuses a woman’s proposal has to buy her 12 pairs of gloves to hide the embarrassment of not having an engagement ring. (Source)

Thanks for another fun prompt, PJ! 😀

Enjoy more stories here:

 

Jealousy

In response to Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge.

© eagle4176.deviantart.com

In tears,
I wished you’re mine.

Hiraeth

Credits: Priceless Joy

The rain poured down hard and the wind whipped sheets of water against the glass. Trees bent with the wind, bowing to a greater power. The sky flashed with lightning, and thunder roared, loud enough to quiver the windows.

You stared at the blurry world beyond the glass.