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Spotlight Moon

The moon was big and bright yellow
And around it was a halo.

It kept a watchful eye on me, as I walked that early morning.

©Maria Michaela

On Its Own

The night fell silent as the moon rose alone

The stars did not come out, they left the moon on its own.

©Maria Michaela

Half Moon

The half moon was shining bright yellow like a golden smile on the night sky.

I smiled inwardly, as the moon often does that to me.

Though not as bright as the moon that’s full,

The half moon still lighted the way for me.

I’ve always been in love with the moon

And it often reminds me that some changes can be beautiful.

©Maria Michaela

I Wear A Dress

I wear a dress not so people can look at me. On the contrary, I prefer to be invisible.

I wear a dress because I feel like it…because it’s been a while…because I feel comfortable in it.

But then they stare. It’s fine I guess. But there is malice in the way they stare. Sometimes I’m too aware that I dare not look. I’ve learned it’s better to ignore them.

It’s better than being catcalled…better because they don’t touch.

So I wear shorts or skirts. But it’s the same. It seems that when they see your legs, you become an object. It’s like exposing yourself…and you are to blame.

So I wear pants. Walk like I mean business, like I’m up for a street fight. See, I learned that you’ve got to walk like a tough guy so they dare not come near.

For a girl to walk prim and proper in front of hungry wolves, you’re fresh meat. So you have to walk like a tough guy.

But it’s the same. The catcalling is still there, at times. Although not as often as wearing a dress or skirt or shorts, but it’s still there. They still look with malice and sometimes….sometimes it’s hard to hold your head up and be tough because you know they’ll never stop.

©Maria Michaela


Hello earthlings! This is not a poetry but a glimpse of how it can be tough for females out in the world. I’ve been catcalled before which is never a nice feeling when you hear the malice in their voice. But many women, girls, have had it worse. Just thought of sharing what it feels like when something as simple as catcalling can do to a person. Let’s all be better people and teach the young one’s to be better as well. Love lots.

Golden Moon

The moon is full tonight

Shining like a gold coin up there

No clouds to obstruct its view

No stars nearby to annoy it

The moon takes center stage

©Maria Michaela

She was known as the old lady who was freaky

Her house was so old and creeky

That people thought it was haunted and spooky

But truth was, she was actually goofy

And her house was just a little bit wonky.

©Maria Michaela

The Moon Alone

Clouds were about, that early morning

Dawn hasn’t even cracked yet

It was supposedly dark but a single light shone

Pale yellow it was, and so I looked up

Floating up there was the moon

It didn’t shy away behind the clouds

Alone it was but proudly it gave some light

It accompanied me that cold early morning

©Maria Michaela

Hallow Halloween

The clock strikes midnight and you’re all alone

An eerie feeling washes over you then you hear a low moan

The floorboards creek but you’re standing still

Your heart now beating fast and suddenly a chill!

Someone or something is wailing in the distance

You now wish you have someone else for assistance

As something is slowly creeping its way to you

And you have a feeling it wouldn’t just say “boo!”

The darkness is hiding whatever is coming while you are now more aware of your fears

You say a silent prayer but it doesn’t stop your tears

You hold your breath as you know the thing is going to get you

Suddenly! You think you hear something coo

You turn around slowly and what do you see?

A mirror showing a reflection of yourself that’s as pale as can be.

©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-

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!

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