Look Back

Let me look back and tell you of my fond memories

My memories of my childhood

When things were simple and fun despite most of it not going all too well.

Let me tell you of how the old days were

Of how there were more trees than skyscrapers

Of how fresher the air was.

I look back having remembered some of the things that happened during the war

How we hid

How we heard the bombings while huddled and hidden.

I remember my teenage years

The dances, the friends and even some of the funny stories

I remember my teachers and look back being thankful for them.

I look back hoping you’d share my excitement too

One day, you too will be looking back on your life

And I hope you remember me when you do.

©Maria Michaela

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Meant To Be

You and I were meant to meet each other

But just in passing

Just a glimpse

Not even to really get to know one another.

I know your name

But you might never know mine.

I’ll be that familiar face you’ve seen from somewhere

But that’s all I will ever be.

You and I were destined to meet each other

But not meant to be together.

©Maria Michaela

Just My Imagination

It’s just me, I know

Creating scenarios in my head

Making up stories as if you ever notice me

I’m assuming, and I know that

But a girl can always dream.

I just thought I noticed something different

Some glances here and there

Or simply passing by where I can see you

Or maybe so you can see me?

But as the song goes, it’s just my imagination

Still, I gladly welcome my day dreams of you no matter how silly it is.

©Maria Michaela

Draft

It’s there

Staring at me

A blank page

Then, a bit of words and some sentences

But it’s not finished

It’s incomplete

And then, writer’s block

So it remains as a draft

But only for now.

©Maria Michaela

Dear Santa

It’s a little early, I know

But letters do travel a little slow

And I wanted to make sure you received this on time

So I’m also trying to make this interesting by doing a rhyme.

I appreciate you giving gifts to kids all over the world

And doing it all in one night is quite bold

But for this year, could you please include

Not just the young but also the old.

Not toys, necessarily

As they only bring joy momentarily.

If you could please hug those whose hearts have been broken

Those who thought no opportunity for them would be open.

Hug the one’s who lost someone

To help remove the frown

And save the milk and the cookie

To those who are in poverty.

Spread your ‘Ho, Ho, Ho’ and merriment

To those who has lost hope, be their testament.

Thank you, Santa for helping out

I know you’re going to do great, without a doubt.

©Maria Michaela

Unsure of Myself

Sometimes I feel pretty

Sometimes I feel ugh

Rarely do I feel sexy

Often I just need a hug.

At times I ooze confidence

Mostly I just shy away

I kind of like my bit of independence

But not all days are good like today.

I look in the mirror and often say, “meh”

But everyday I’m learning to love my ordinary face until I say, “oh yeah”.

©Maria Michaela

In Search of a Pen

A pen, a pen, oh! I searched for a pen!

But I found none

Not one that worked at all.

I needed to write it down

Needed to write again

But how could I when no pen was in sight?

The paper lay waiting

Hoping I could find a pen, so I may write on it.

-Maria Michaela

Traffic and Waiting

Standing in line

Waiting for oblivion

Ages it would seem before I get out of here

The standing

The waiting

As everyone else seem to go by

This is me

Waiting for a jeepney

-Maria Michaela-

Allowed

You’re allowed to be lazy

You’re allowed to take time

You’re allowed to think of yourself first

Or be selfish every once in a while.

You’re allowed to find the calm and hide from the chaos

You’re allowed some alone time

Or simply just lie back and do nothing.

You are allowed to slow down

To simply take time for yourself.

-Maria Michaela-

I Didn’t Feel Like Working

It was the end of the week

It was the end of the work month

My spirit was high but I didn’t feel like working.

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I was in a good mood

Listened to some good tunes

I wasn’t feeling down but I didn’t feel like working.

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I hummed along to a good beat

Last song syndrome on my mind and on repeat

My menstruation was done but I just didn’t feel like working.

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The hours crept by and then the end of the day

My heart sang with glee as I hopped my way out of the office

Finally!