more often than not, i find myself tucked in between crumpled sheets of bed and book inside a well-lit room, with a cuppa black and hot coffee on the side, paired with a blank page waiting, expecting for the sudden flow of ink, as i breathe in and out words. come in, join my community […]
inside the dark eye of the strong storm inside filled with swirling and turning and unending to do’s, to make, to finish, to see, to hear, to read, to write, my tired eyes, my tired mind, my tired heart, sssssh. be still. be still. — 04.25.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash […]
And this is it, beautiful souls! 🙂 Revealing the title of my debut poetry book: Between My Bleeding Lines. ❤ Will be available on May 2017! Cover reveal soon! 🙂 — Have a blessed week, everyone! ❤ — Background Music: Breathe Again by Sara Bareilles No Copyright infringement intended.
no matter how many times you ebb away, away, away, from me, I am quite sure you’ll always come back, come back, come back, come back, to me. – from shore to sea — 04.18.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to dVerse‘s Tuesday Poetics: Wish you were here by De of whimsygizmo. Today, […]
inside a cage filled with fog of fear, she stays alone trying to heal the scars of the past of all that is done, the ache of the present she cannot share with anyone, the uncertainty of the future coming with each rising sun. will i be able to stop looking back and leave the […]
For the nth time, I said for me, “writing is like breathing with words”. But as I read more and more and write more and more, I realize there is so much learning to do to be able to “breathe” better. As Stephen King said in his awesome book On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, “If […]
the gentle whispers of the trees’ breeze. the tender murmur of river’s flow. the playful tweets of the little birds. these sweet sensual delights are the reasons why we used to visit this river. the river we called ours. today i clutch unto you, unto your vessel. your vessel made of cold porcelain, a stark contrast […]
like the sky swallowing the sun, i remembered how i choked when you said we’re done. like the rain’s fading fog, i wait as time erase the drizzled remains of your once warm love. today i relish each throb, tomorrow i will move forward. — 04.11.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash […]
with the God-painted twilight, i smiled as i wait for you, my light. i still don’t have your name, i still don’t have your face, but our story will not be a game neither a fading phase. the love we’ll share will be true, someday we’ll be one not two, darling, i am waiting for […]
— Sharing one of my favorite pieces posted on my IG. 🙂 — In response to dVerse‘s OpenLinkNight # 193 Grace.