Mari Felices

Being with a man is also a poem if there is passion. I will write on him and he will write on me. with my fingers but there is no ink, not on the paper but on his skin . Words are not visible even though I   wrote them. Words could be change into long red marks. A little bit of my own poetry, Once I hug him, the poem will come automatically. The moment I kiss him, the verses suddenly appeared. The moment I touch him, the rhymes emerge perfectly. In his melody of love opiate embrace In his eyes reflects his souls from within. A words of love uncovered the part of me. A touch that said so much. A simple way of my own poetry. A world of romance, only me and my poetry. © Mari Felices

Sometimes, heroes don’t wear uniforms. Sometimes they’re in fancy places, dressed in ordinary clothes. It was supposed to be a normal afternoon. My employer’s son and I were heading home after his swimming class. We took the train, then boarded a bus toward Causeway Bay. I glanced at my phone and froze—several missed calls from my sir. My phone is always on silent, so I hadn’t heard it ring. I called him back immediately. He sounded urgent.   “Where are you?” he asked.   “We’re on the bus to Causeway Bay,” I replied.   “When you get off, stay at the bus stop. I’ll come pick you up.” It was just one stop from Hung Hom to Causeway Bay. Simple enough. But when we got off the bus, my sir called again. I was confused, so I handed the phone to his son. After a short exchange, the boy said, “Let’s go over there—it’s near the subway. Daddy will meet us there.” We walked toward the subway entrance. I paused to take a few photos of Victoria Harbour, tryin...

What ever I have What ever I do What ever I go I know you were there for me. Becaure you are my Lord Because you are my God My king, my everything. In every trials That comes in my way I maybe stumble And cry and forget to pray. But you are my Lord But you are my God My king. My everything. © Mari Felices

Rakesh is my best friend I know I can trust him. And I don't need to do things Just to impress him nor to compete him, And prove that I'm strong. That I am right, and he was wrong. Rakesh is my best friend Who check me from time to time, Even if in his busy hour. When I'm in trouble And nobody likes me I just call my best friend And he comes right away. Rakesh is my best friend Who I can share all my secrets My happiness, my blue My complaint in life, my woe He just only listens, and did not say No! Rakesh is my best friend My partner for chatting. He makes me smile If I'm sad He calms me if I'm mad. Scold me if I do wrong. But he cares for me, Yes, I know, He did. Rakesh is my best friend He is suplado and unpredictable Sometimes annoying, sometimes importunate. Sometimes he's sweet, Sometimes it nice to give a punch. But I care for him more than anything else And I love him more than lovers can do. © Mari Felices

Trees are murmured as leaves whispered Wind was howling while firmament darkens Waves was thumping on the seashore. The creation of God is really on hostile. I embraced myself as I felt the cool breeze that biting through my vein. I heard the crickets sing while the rain falls. I feel blue, Dreary and yet indignantly as angry skies roaring. I was lost in the dark My soul was nowhere to be found. I was searching for someone to hold on. But no one is there to offer their hand. I was looking for a nest to be my shelter and lift up my soul. But I couldn't find any I was drowning... And no one is there to save me... I was strangled, Congested nous and suffocated Crowded wit, I couldn't breath. Phlegmatic feelings make me weak. Save me... Help me... I plea. © Mari Felices

  A Birthday Letter from Leann to Her Dearest Friend “For the friend who changed my life—quietly, deeply, and without asking for anything in return.”   Introduction Some friendships leave quiet imprints on the heart—deep, enduring, and impossible to forget. Leann had one of those. Her connection with someone she fondly called “best Lolo” was more than just companionship; it was a source of inspiration, comfort, and emotional growth. On his birthday, Leann chose to write a letter. Not a grand gesture, not a lavish gift—but a message woven with honesty, love, and vulnerability. It was a reflection on friendship, boundaries, and the bittersweet ache of caring deeply. Leann’s Letter My Dearest Best Lolo, Hello! I hope everything is well by the time you read this. As for me, I’m doing fine. I truly hope this message reaches you on your birthday. It may not be much, and perhaps it holds no material value, but I wrote it with love—for someone I consider special and my best friend. As...

Beyond Tears and Distance A story of sacrifice, resilience, and faith Writing your own story is never easy. Where do you begin, when the past is filled with both joy and pain? Sometimes, you have to open old wounds—not to dwell in them, but to show how far you’ve come. This is Grace’s journey. A Simple Life, Until Everything Changed Grace never dreamed of working overseas. She was happy with her life: her parents, her siblings, her loving husband, and their three children. Her husband, once an army officer, gave up his career to stay close to them. Their life was simple, but it was enough. Until the day her small business collapsed—the family’s only source of income. Suddenly, Grace faced a heartbreaking choice. “I wasn’t sure what I was trying to fulfill, but I knew I had to secure my children’s future.” Despite her husband’s resistance, Grace decided to work abroad. Losing Her Mother While waiting for her visa in Manila, her mother asked her to come home for just one week. Grace went...