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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-

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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-

Cursed

Luscious vile a maiden bore,

A downright curse within the core.

Yet chance to change that stray the path

Love shall triumph that singe such wrath.

For that of dreams does not come true,

She knows the pain that must endure.

All that left remain from start,

Of a vile and twisted, wicked heart.

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The poem is not my own writing. I came by chance of it from reading one of the comments of this YouTube video titled “Cursed – 2D Animated Short”. I am not sure of the title of the poem but since it was on that video, I figured to just have that as the title.

The video was enjoyable. As I often do, I scroll down the comments section. That’s when I found this poem posted by username Cedric Scorch. Link below for the YouTube video.

https://youtu.be/ZMBnrFPwsAg

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.

.

I was in a good mood

Listened to some good tunes

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

.

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!

Just A Tree

Skyscrapers are all that’s left of this world

But I console myself with books and stories from the old.

They tell of how green and tall the trees use to be

Some grew in meters high that the top you could hardly see.

Now, buildings tower over everything

The trees are all gone, reduced to nothing.

Oh! What I would give to see a tree!

©Maria Michaela

Hey earthlings!

Take time to watch Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Dark Knight Rises, 500 Days of Summer) do his Ted Talk about paying attention vs getting attention. Link below. Enjoy!

Color of Morning

Hues of orange splash the sky

Splattered like magnificent painting greeting the early commuters off to work

I sigh a little as I saw only a glimpse of it

I wanted to pause the moment before the busy day and just bask in awe under it

The sun showing its glow but not quite the full show

I take a photo of it in my mind and I smile inwardly thinking how beautiful the day will be

©Maria Michaela

Love has never been warm to me

Its icy cold breath has always been breathing down on me.

Others boast of warm fresh breeze

But I’ve only been able to feel its chills.

Love has given sunshine, smiles, and rainbows to others

But it has only given me a cold shoulder.

Maybe I offended it before.

Maybe it wanted me to do more.

Maybe I could try and break the ice.

Maybe I haven’t been too nice.

Maybe I’m really just afraid

For love to be warm to me.

©Maria Michaela

Been a while since I’ve written Visayan poetry or Balak. Here’s something I came up with.

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Kasing-kasing ko nag pitik

Pitik, pitik, pitik

Gikulbaan

Gikuyawan

Unsa jud ning gipamati?

.

Ulo ko nag labad

Sakit, sakit, sakit

Napasmohan

Nagutman

Wala kasabot sa gibati.

.

Kasing-kasing nag pitik

Ulo nag sakit

Mata ko gisuwawan

Gihayagan ug taman

Sa kaanyag mo.

©Maria Michaela

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Translation:

My heart is beating fast

Thump, thump, thump

Nervous

Scared

What is this feeling?

.

My head, aches

Aching, aching, aching

Loss of appetite

Not wanting to eat

I don’t understand what I’m feeling.

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My heart is fastly beating

My head is aching

My eyes can hardly see

Because your beauty shines brightly.

©Maria Michaela

Faded

An old photo from long ago

Has caused the faces to be faded

But the memories they rush quickly

Flooding like they never left.

A note from some years long gone

The letters are faded now

But the emotions it held are still quite visible

Clearer than when they were written.

And he has faded far into the background of my past

Not forgotten but slowly fading.

©Maria Michaela

Dr. Eric Perry, PhD

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