COVER REVEAL: Between My Bleeding Lines

BLEEDING LINES

Meet my first baby, the book I reared for nine months, my very own Between My Bleeding Lines.

Between My Bleeding Lines is a collection of 100 free verse poems about love, loss, and finding yourself in the process.

The art of loving, the pain of losing, and the beauty of healing are shown in the book’s three chapters: For Granted, Forgotten and Forbearer.

I want to express my heartfelt thanks to the ever kind Sarah Doughty for creating this beautiful book cover. Book cover plays an important role and the art you did here is a great help. I cannot thank you enough, love. ❤

The beautiful painting is by Tsukiko Kiyumidzu.

Between My Bleeding Lines will be available in Amazon, Createspace and Amazon partner bookstores starting next week. I will be sharing the links soon!

I would love to know what you think about this cover? 🙂 Please share!

Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: NJ

Dear Bravery

Dear Bravery,

Why do you hide? Do not be afraid of me. Me being around is not necessarily a bad thing. I am good at times and needed too. But if you hide and disappear and vanish into the darkness, the humans we reside in will see no light. They will forever be a friend of the darkness. You need to show up with your friend courage and help the humans move forward. Take them through it all slowly and help them in times of their need. You see, I am not permanent. But I could be, if the humans allow me to. Do not let them. Do not let them make me a permanent home in their beings. If I do, then I will live in them forever and that’s not good. They need you more than they need me. So, please, do not hide.

Love,
Fear.

©NJ


NJ is the epitome of so much in so few and there is nothing more beautiful than raw. She writes poetry with brevity and depth. But when she writes long poems, you cannot help but be lost on how her words cascade. (please do check her out). Her feedback on my book means so much to me as she is one of my fave writers too. 🌹
Thank you for the looove, sweetie. ❤

(As the release of my BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES nears (this month!), I would like to feature the amazing writers who guided me (technically and morally) all through out this nine-month journey. I am blessed to have them.)

Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Jade M. Wong

An Elegy For Them

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This poem…

Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of her father

For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle

For the thousands of eyes
That look to the sky
Through acid and smoke
And never look back down.

© Jade M. Wong 2017


Meet BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES’ beta-readers: @jademwong.

A dear friend for over 2 years now, Jade is a writer who can break, melt or enchant your heart all at the same time. Her gift in weaving words (plus yummy food photos and intereting trinkets) are on her amazing gallery (and you got to check her out). 😁

It is my delight to have her as one of the first eyes to read my debut book. Jade suggested major changes on the sequence of the poem and it really made an awesome difference.

So dearie, thank you for your expert eyes and of course, for the super going strong frienship! Much love.

(As the release of my BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES nears (this month!), I would like to feature the amazing writers who guided me (technically and morally) all through out this nine-month journey. I am blessed to have them.)

Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Sarah Doughty

Authenticity

“In a pool of infinite darkness
called life, don’t fear that light
glowing beneath surface.”

I am more than micro-tales of love or unbearable heartache. I am more than just pretty pictures with shallow words on crinkled paper. I’m not afraid to delve deeper into the human condition and come out the other side feeling that I made some level of connection with the harsh realities of this world. I’m not deterred by unseen, unfeeling, and listless eyes, searching elsewhere for little bits of romanticized half-truths or incomplete thoughts. I’m not burdened with the need to be someone I’m not, but instead choose to show my vulnerabilities and wear my heavy burdens for the world just so others can see they aren’t alone. I am not intimidated by those that choose the easy path, and instead embrace those that devour the depths of my daydreams and the harshness of my nightmares with the desire to continue on those paths with me. I am a weaver of tales, a collector of thoughts, a bearer of truths — a conjurer of magic, and this is the shimmering light in the unforgiving, darkened oblivion known as life.

© Sarah Doughty | Heartstring Eulogies


Meet my BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES’ beta-readers: @thesarahdoughty, also of @bookisheulogies and curator at @creativecoterie.

Sarah is the mother of epic books and stunning poems. But aside from being a brilliant writer, one can admire her dauntless and so so so kind heart.

I am more than blessed to be called one of her friends and my book is privileged to have gone through her expert eyes. She suggested helpful edits which helped in refining my poems.

And when i thought i could not ask for more, she offered to help me with the cover and darn, her design is AWE-MAZING! (i am excited to share it to everyone!) My gratitude for you, love, is so beyond words. I owe you a lot.

(As the release of my BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES nears (this month!), I would like to feature the amazing writers who guided me (technically and morally) all through out this nine-month journey. I am blessed to have them.)

Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Maria of Doodles and Scribbles

I Surrounded Myself With Emptiness

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I surround myself with emptiness:
an empty jar that was once
filled with the sweetest jam
an hourglass whose sands
of time were blown by the wind
a light bulb— unable to shine
with its filaments gone
a wine glass that I sleep with
till my waking days

Call this madness or a hint of desperation
Curse this bed of despair from which I lie
But I surround myself with emptiness
So I can simply forget about mine

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Photograph is Reylia Slaby’s latest work entitled, I Surround Myself With Emptiness.


MEET BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES’ BETA-READERS: @mariawenttotown15 of @doodlescribbles | Doodles & Scribbles

My dearie Maria have seen the most raw version of my book and she gave me a lot of helpful insights. As a fellow Filipina, I cannot say enough how amazing she is.
Please do check her out.

(As the release of my BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES nears (this month!), I would like to feature the amazing writers who guided me (technically and morally) all through out this nine-month journey. I am blessed to have them.)

A-MAY-zing Coffee Date: (Book Release!)

Heya! At past 12am of May 6th I got a lot of energy running through me because I am drinking a dark cuppa coffee and I want you to join me because, because this upcoming month is one BIG month for me!

Please, please grab a chair and take your own cup, we have tea or coffee or milk, cold or hot, oh you can have beer too if you want! 🙂 Let’s do this!

ANNOUNCEMENTS

I recently announced the name of my first baby (debut poetry book)

B e t w e e n  M y  B l e e d i n g  L i n e s.

And this month we’ll have more big revelations about it! The schedule is:

Book Cover Reveal: week of May 08

Book Release: week of May 15

I am so excited (and nervous) to finally let my baby out! 🙂 I hope you will love this as much as i enjoyed and loved writing each and every poem.

It will be available on Amazon and Createspace Direct! Both ships worldwide. 🙂

POST’s CALENDAR

I will still try to do my two favorite writing prompts: dVerse Poets Pub and Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers!

Plus, I will also be running a feature to thank the ever kind and expert beta-readers who willingly read Between My Bleeding Lines and suggested edits and made my baby finer and better.

Hint: They are all amaaaaazing writers! 🙂

It’s your turn! What are your writing/blogging/anything plans for May? 😀

Sending loooooove your way, my darlings! ❤ May May be aMayzing!

Missing Heart

An eerie blanket of silence wrapped the courtroom. The accused stood, confidently, without a trace of remorse on his rather innocence eyes.

Without reading the grim report of a young married woman who went missing, then body parts being discovered one by one– legs, arms, head– none can even guess the suspect would be a youthful teenager. Until he confessed and surrendered and then plead not guilty.

“I thought I am guilty of killing her, but I am not. I did not kill her. I just took back what she said is mine before she married that stupid man.”

No one tried to speak.

“Her heart is mine, and will forever be mine. I buried it under the logs beside my home, our could have been home.  I gave her back to the world who never dared to accept us. I only kept her heart. What is wrong with that?”

Word count: 150
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Loreta Notto

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 02, 2017. 🙂

 

Bus and Break

the rushing wind kisses my cheeks as i keep the bus’ window open. we are zigzagging and zooming because 6 in the morning is synonymous to a free-flowing highway. no traffic. no accidents (yet). as my eyes stare at the birthing of yet another sun, my ears is swimming on a familiar tune. a tune the heart needs as morning booster and as a balm to yesterday’s hurt. feet tap tap. fingers tap tap. you’re not breaking me.

a summer-like song
for a winter-frozen heart.
i will beat again.

P.S.
So the song I was talking about in this piece is Unbreakable Smile by Tori Kelly.
La da da da dee, you’re not breaking me
La de da da da, ain’t got time for ya, singing
La da da da dee, you won’t shatter me
La de da da da, got an unbreakable smile
P.P.S. And because I don’t drive I realistically describe a day on a bus. 🙂
05.03.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday: Tramps like us were born to survive… by kanzensakura.
Today, I’d like you to write about singing along with your music and driving.  Off on a trip, off on vacation, soothing yourself and just driving at night, driving out your anger or your grief, shared a few songs with a friend?
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Come In

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
of letters,
commas,
periods,
lines,
and rhymes.

with words, we are never alone.

04.26.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Community by paul scribbles.
Today, write us a postcard poem.
Hello everyone, this is Paul welcoming you to the bar on my first night as an ‘official’ member of the team.
Thank You All for affording me such a warm invitation into this community of poets.
I am honored and humbled in equal measure.
So it is with no surprise then that my first official bar prompt for this Tuesday Poetics night is to be ‘Community.’

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Still in Storm

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

In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #31 by Grace.
Today, write us a postcard poem.
Our word for Quadrille Monday is STILL.  Use it as a noun, adjective, adverb or verb.   You can also combine still with another word like stillness, stillwaters, stillborn, stillrooms, or even standstill.  Our challenge:   please write a poem of precisely 44 words, not including the title, and including a given word.

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