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Sorrow

Today is filled with sorrow

While also uncertain of tomorrow.

Still looking at the brighter side

Although the sorrow I cannot hide.

©Maria Michaela

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Slaves of Time

Living life at the sound of the alarm clock

Waiting for it to go

I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to be

But then I find myself asking

Until when?

Until when do we have to be slaves of time?

©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

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

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

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