Those Days

Those Days

“and when this is all over, i hope to hold your hand, kiss you around and see you smile”

i long for the days when friends are source
of love and inspiration and all sorts of measures
those times when people  are out of the street
unmindful of what’s happening and what’s scares a bit

i long for the days when friends witness each other’s smiles
the smiles and laughters we have forgotten for a while
those moments when we truly see how delightful people can be
is now sadly hidden behind a fashionable mask to see

i long for the days when hugs don’t freak anyone around
when kisses are manifestation of undying love to hold
those gestures that made us more human
those love language  we surely miss a lot this time

For Sadje https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/31/what-do-you-see-119-january-31st-2022/

Little Bleep Too (A Monologue Flash Fiction)

Little Bleep Too (A Monologue Flash Fiction)

I never realized my story would end before it could even begin.

I silently wished to make it through. I actually have been praying so hard. And, I tried to be so good too. When I was told to behave, I did. When I was told to hang on, I did. When I was told hope, I did. I prayed so hard. I behaved so well. I held on tightly. I hoped (even when hope was not an option).

I was that “little bleep” screaming silently, wanting to see the world outside. I was a witness to how love survived all odds. Oh, geez I’ve witnessed the two most annoying human beings for wanting to get rid of each other, and yet not even one of them wanted to say goodbye first. How funny and stupid could that be? But well, at the end of the day, I hear them speak of love (so much love ) for each other. I hear them talk of their future and their plans. And, the most exciting part, I hear them discuss their plans for me.

I got so excited myself too.

I can’t wait. I really can’t wait.

Until today. Someone might have pulled the plug (or is there any plug at all?) I slowly and suddenly lost control of my breathing. It became so hard to breathe. I became so dark. It became so silent. Then I heard one heartbreaking confirmation “I’m sorry, we’ve lost it” Oh, how my heartaches. Damn! I wanted to be out so bad. But hey, my heart aches for my mom who was weeping alone, alone in the corner, with no one, nobody. I cried myself too. Then I wondered how would dad feel too?

I would really want to see the world outside. Live a beautiful life. Dream a dream and make a difference.

But…

There was silence. There was total darkness.
I see nothing. I hear nothing.

P.S

This photo prompted me to write Part 2 of Little Bleep read here https://michnavs.wordpress.com/2022/01/05/little-bleep-a-monologue-flash-fiction/.

I wonder how each unborn child would be when they grow up if only they were lucky enough to make it out in this world. They could be our future best world leaders, future best scientists, future best directors, future best poets.

For women who know they’re pregnant, about 10 to 15 in 100 pregnancies (10 to 15 percent) end in miscarriage. Most miscarriages happen in the first trimester before the 12th week of pregnancy. Miscarriage in the second trimester (between 13 and 19 weeks) happens in 1 to 5 in 100 (1 to 5 percent) pregnancies.

For Sadje
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/17/what-do-you-see-117-january-17-2022/

Silent Scream {a flash fiction}

Silent Scream {a flash fiction}

“and what about the damage it caused me, I have to live with it my whole life?” This is what I would want to say. But no! I chose not to speak. I chose not to say a word. For what good would it bring if I speak when no one listens? No one understands? So, calmly, I gather myself up and take it from the start. From the bottom; me and my silent screams. I’m better off that way.

People believed you are in pain only when they see you bleeding. But not all pains have been cinematic and melodramatic.

It’s the silent scream that’s most painful of all.

And that’s why sometimes i wonder “can i just trade life with this little cute furry kitten, enjoying life with no complications?….just for once… for once…because i am really tired… ‘nakakapagod na’ [it’s tiring]”

I just need a moment to rest.

I am tired.

for Sadje’s WDY
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/03/what-do-you-see-115-january-3-2022/

Light

who lights you up?

Light

you’re my light
you’re my life
i need you by my side
as i sail on the distraught
troubled water in stride

together
let’s navigate
steady hands at stake
hearts prepared to brave
biggest storms greatest waves

you’re my light
you’re my life
i need you by my side

it has always been you
my light my life

always

For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/27/what-do-you-see-114-december-27-2021/

MY CHRISTMAS MAGIC

“I don’t wanna wait for December
because every day with you is Christmas
you are my Christmas magic.”

Every day with you is new and exciting and mysterious. There is color everywhere red, green, gold, the world is eye candy.

Love, passion, and romance, and there are aplenty everywhere. Couple this with decorations like snowflakes and glittery stars, and it just makes me feel like grabbing your hand.

Lovingly throwing snowballs at each other and making snow angels while star-gazing is indeed a romantic dream. We’ll have to go overseas for this one, or head to a nearby Snow City, or maybe no need at all, we can just revisit our inner child and have a pillow fight instead.

So, baby just sit beside me, let’s build our Christmas tree and fill it up with lights and gifts and decors, then sing me a Christmas carol.

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you

I don’t wanna wait for Christmas magic, let’s make it happen.

Your love is my Christmas magic and it is my security blanket.

Nothing can harm me nor anyone can destroy me. Your love is what fills me in, and I am every day in the comfort and security of your loving arms.

So, I don’t wanna wait for December and I don’t wanna wait for Christmas to say
“you are the best Christmas present ever”, then maybe we can kiss under our make–believed mistletoe.

Let’s have a Merry Christmas, every day my love.

An Angel In Soliloquy

An Angel In Soliloquy

’twas not easy
will never be easy
seeing the world go crazy
watching people die so easily

’twas not easy
will never be easy
hearing the news
waiting for a solace

the world i once adore
the world i once care
the world i once share
my love with one another

must it be over?
or just a reminder?

for Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/13/what-do-you-see-112-december-13-2021/

Walls

Walls

who said walls don’t have ears?
they have
my silent mourners to all my fears
the sole eyewitness to all my tears
my constant ally all through these years

who said walls don’t breathe?
they do
they breathe air to my breathless lungs
my only comfortable solace place
in my distress and sadness

walls don’t crumble
walls don’t fall
easily

but

slowly
my walls are down
they are gone

liberating.

For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/06/what-do-you-see-111-december-6-2021/

Alkansya

Alkansya (A Poetic Flash Fiction)

it’s true what they say
that love defies time
no matter how long
it will stay

that’s how i am writing
the love story so endearing
of my *lolo and *lola
a love that knows no bound

*lolo is gone, gone in heaven
and as a loving remembrance
*lola insists on telling their story
there’s just one problem ‘though

*lola is no way able to write, able to read
never been to school, never been educated
for life was hard, so one day she decided
to smash her most precious kept *alkansya

“*apo, go buy that thing you call laptop,
so you can write how your *lolo in heaven
love *lola so much”

*lolo –Filipino word for grandfather
*lola – Filipino word for grandmother
*alkansya -Filipino word for a coin bank
*apo- Filipino word for grandchild

For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/11/29/what-do-you-see-110-november-29-2021/

Home

Home

it’s been said many times
a house is not a home
it’s just a dwelling place
to get through days

it’s been said many times
a home is made up of
a loving father, a caring mother
and kids to share

yet, through and through
over the years, over time
we’ve witnessed, homes
crumble down

and for most they say
it’s the father, not so loving
or the mother, not so caring
which leaves the kids scuffling

but i say my dear
my home is with you
regardless of
no matter what

For Sadje https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/11/22/what-do-you-see-109-november-222021/

Peace

Peace

and just when you thought solitude
is what you need to live and survive
what if, it’s but a mere illusion?

in fact,

there isn’t stillness in seclusion?
there isn’t freedom in liberation?
there isn’t hope in ambition?

‘cos, no matter what you do

the war is in your head
the rage is in your soul
the inferno is in your heart

and, peace is just

a product of your imagination
a manufactured information
a fabricated deception

go, fight

the demon in your head
the evil under your bed
the culprit that said

“you are not good enough and you will never be”

accept the challenge

spring up. climb.
rise up. grow.

prove them all wrong.

unlock your fullest potential.