I write because I read. I read because I write.
i stumbled upon my five-year-old smile pasted on a fading photograph. it was just me and my sister. she was crying. i was clapping. (mean me?). my small mouth was wide open, wide enough to show the three blank, toothless-gaps. while my sister, a year younger, was red in her wailing feat. looking at the once… Continue reading Fading Photograph
I was three when curiosity was born inside me. I remember the first thing I asked my mom was about the grand piano covered and silenced inside her room’s bathroom. I grew old asking why it’s hidden. She has offered me nothing but a teary smile, until today. With the same nostalgic yet melancholic look,… Continue reading The Bathroom Pianist
Goddess of Horrors (Inspired by This Night by Black Lab) Your eyes possess sparkles no stars can beat. Your tattered soul is nothing but exquisite. Your heart is beautifully bruised and scarred. Your body is a set of perfectly broken shards. My dear, tonight let me be your honest mirror. Let me show you the goddess… Continue reading Goddess of Horrors
You said we are never too far until we are under the same sky. “You are my sun, I am your moon.” But then why did we end so soon? As blue clouds turns to gray, I’ll try to keep my tears at bay. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In… Continue reading Waiting Under the Gray Clouds
Rugged hands inked with brave symbols--- dark icons that make innocent heart trembles. None knows they hide war's one broken, tattered soul. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Alex Hockett In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-One. If you want to join, here are the simple rules: Write three… Continue reading Tattooed and Tattered
In editing, you take some time away from your piece, then come back with clear eyes for error. I am not a written piece that you need to edit. But you take sometime away to refresh your heart. Like an initial draft, I waited for my editor's red-pen-equipped comeback. I waited, I waited, I waited.… Continue reading Edit-out
Broken Quiedise: A Pensee* Your soul incandescent, breaks my robust chrysalis, your fake radiance’s a bright beguile, that killed my own guarded Quiedise**. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In response to May Book Prompts – by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites. Today’s prompt is Paradise Lost by John Milton, John Leonard. - The Pensee* found in the Caulkins Handbook stresses… Continue reading Broken Quiedise
As expected his car arrived at exactly 9 am, he then went out calmly yet it's evident he can barely contain his excitement. He open the opposite car door and elegantly, the woman in the photo I am holding now appeared. After crumpling the piece of junk bearing their still smiling faces, my shaking hands clenched the bottle of muriatic acid… Continue reading The Legal Wife
There's something missing. After a slow thorough scan of our almost-two-decade house---"Mom!!!" The last photo dad has captured before he turned into unrecognisable pieces, is missing! I grew old admiring that heartfelt, solitary moment between the soldier and his dog. Now it's missing! "What happened!?" "Dad's final shot is missing, Mom!!!" "No, son. It isn't. I took… Continue reading Final Photo
You were once my morning light. Now I'm left with cold dark nights. --- ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Mario Calvo In response to Daily Post:Fleeting.
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