Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul


unrequited love

I Will Look For You

I Will Look For You

I will look for you in beautiful lines of every page I read
In poignant lyrics of every song I listen to, I will look for you
In the tears and joys of an actor in a movie that we may have watched together
I will look for you in gentle melodies of a playing beautiful piece—taking away my fears, like rolling waves, from the shores of your love
Love, I will look for you

I will look for you in every shining star in the sky
In the darkness of a moonlit night
In the touch of the squalling winds
And if I ever fall asleep amidst the crickets’ hymn, I will still look for you
I will look for you in my dreams
I will gamble and play until you’re found
But if a brand new day starts and
As I wake, rise, and realize
That you are not here, I will look for you again.

As a part of my 2016 list of desires, I expressed my want to explore and try our local poetry, to eventually write poems in our local dialect (Tagalog or Bisaya) and share it in this blog. I have written only a few as it turned out, writing in my language was quite a challenge. Sigh.

The poem above is a translation of the Tagalog spoken word I wrote entitled, Hahanapin Kita. I am sharing this for my dear reluctant poet friend, Chuck. Have a great weekend! ☀️😊

Collecting Dust


Collecting Dust

Too late, says the mind
Too weak, cries the heart

She let the words unspoken
Collect dust in tip of her tongue
Cobwebs gather in her ribcage
In the silence of a beating heart

Too late, says the mind
Too weak, cries the heart

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Written for A to Z challenge: Letter C.

Today’s photograph is entitled Collecting Dust by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works in her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence! 😀


Read more 2017 A to Z Challenge entries here!




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.





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.”

Head over here to join the fun:


5 seconds


5 seconds

your stare is but a chasm
drawing me to the depths
i dread those five seconds
i am miserable at best
if i stifle a smile
or blink away your gaze
it’s a way of remembering
that you weren’t mine but hers
so, baby, please steer clear
for this heart of mine is frail
don’t lend me five seconds
if you can’t hand me forever

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: Favim

Written for November Notes hosted by two lovely and awesome writers, my dearie Rosema of A Reading Writer and Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies. Come, join the musical fun! 😀

Music Prompt for Day 1: Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy


Ang Naghihintay


Ang Naghihintay
A Free Verse

Sariwa pa sa’king gunita
Ang pagsilay ng iyong mga ngiti
Mga titig mo’y tanda ko pa
Habang tanaw ang mga bituin
Kaya, giliw, hiling ko lang
Hagkan ka ng mga hangin
Pag-ibig ko’y iyong damhim
Wari malaman mong
Ako’y naghihintay pa rin

~English Translation~

In my memory resides
The thought of your smile
Your stare- I still remember
As I gaze upon the stars
Thus, my dear, I only wish
The winds to kiss you now
For you to feel my love
And know that
I’m still waiting, somehow

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photo Credit: Googglet

Today’s Filipino word prompt is gunita which means memory or recollection.

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! 😉


T is for Torpe


GIF Source: Wordstuck

He stared down
Trying not to glance at her
As if he doesn’t notice
Yet he saw right through her soul
Even without looking

He turned up
The volume in his head
As if she’s not his music
Yet he heard every word she says
Even without listening

He breathed in
The freshness of morning air
As if all memories have depleted
Yet he could sense her scent
Even without smelling

He wore a smile
Trying not to look hopeful
As if his heart’s not racing
Yet he got a tang of her kisses
Even without snogging

He squeezed tightly
The pillows in his bed
As if that is all he needed
Yet he felt the warmth of her skin
Even without touching


J is for J’adore


J’adore is a French phrase that is literally translated as “I adore”.

In order to say “I adore you”, one would say “Je t’adore”, which is <Je> meaning “I”; <tu> meaning “you”; and <adore> meaning “adore”. You drop the “u” in “tu” because adore begins with a vowel.

One day, out of boredom, I decided to revisit my past. And by ‘revisit’ I meant looking through the pages of my old notebooks— my hilarious handwriting, the doodles at the back of each notes, those check marks and ‘x’ marks.

Then I found it.

Deep beneath the heap of test papers, was my twelve years old diary— all dusty and fading, I couldn’t help but laugh. Scribbled on its pages were words and clauses that once screamed how once upon a time, a girl adored a boy.

June 12, 2006, when you started to be the main entry in all of my ‘Dear Diary’.

Dear Dairy, I saw someone today.
Dear Diary, I saw him again.
Dear Dairy, Who is he?
Dear Diary, Finally got his name. Dexter.
Dear Diary, He plays basketball!
Dear Diary, He’s on the Top 5.
Dear Diary, He listens to E-heads.
Dear Diary, Does he know my name?
Dear Diary, He really does know my name!!!!
Dear Diary, He smiled!!!
Dear Diary, He smiled again.
Dear Diary, And again!
Dear Diary, Who’s that girl!?
Dear Diary, I didn’t see him today. Was he sick?
Dear Diary, Please tell me the rumors were lies.
Dear Diary, I saw him today— and her.
Dear Diary, The rumors were true.
Dear Diary, I know basketball now.
Dear Diary, I learned guitar and piano.
Dear Diary, I got an E-heads album.
Dear Diary, I made a poem.
Dear Diary, I topped the exam— well, except Math.
Dear Diary, It’s almost VALENTINES!
Dear Diary, He smiled!!!
Dear Diary, He smiled again.
Dear Diary, And again!
Dear Diary, I saw them, again.
Dear Diary, They held hands.
Dear Diary, They kissed.
Dear Diary, So they’re officially dating.

Dear Diary, What day is today? Oh, Valentines.
Dear Diary, I’m tired.

June 12, 2010 when all entries ended.

I let as sigh of relief and nostalgia, set aside my twelve years old diary— all dusty and fading, deep beneath the heap of test papers. Scribbled on its pages were words and clauses that once screamed how once upon a time, a girl adored a boy in utmost secrecy.


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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.


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.

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