Confessions, ramblings, and everything in between

Over an hour. That is how long I have been staring at my screen flashing an unfinished article I should finish before the day ends.

Eight tabs. That’s how many articles and resources I have read to be able to start writing and get my mind do what it’s supposed to do.

Numerous words written and deleted. That’s how I have been trying (badly) to write and write and write.

But nothing. My mind is not at it.

Like a boat freely sailing, wandering, on the vastness of the endless sea, my mind seems to be here but nowhere, here but elsewhere. It would be ungrateful to say I feel like a criminal jailed to be stuck in my office chair but that’s how I have been feeling lately.

It took me years to land a job related to my course, Journalism. I have been here for almost three years now and yes, it is fulfilling, tiring, but exciting. But there are days when you want to be as free as a bird. To be a writer tucked under her blanket just reading and writing.

It might be because of age but lately, I have been yearning for a simpler life. A life in a quaint house, by the sea and near the forest where I can wander and wonder. A life without a rushed phase. A life not limited by deadlines. A life not commanded by corporate bosses.

But that kind of life, as simple as it may sound, is too expensive. Expensive because you need money while living a life away from the city and the 9-to-5 job. Because I have responsibilities, and I have a life that isn’t only about me.

It’s been almost two months since I released my debut book, and I am quietly wishing and praying for its success because I dream to be like Lang Leav. Living in New Zealand, writing. But the road to becoming like her seems foggy and bumpy. Am I losing faith? Maybe.

I may not be hungry to make millions for my book, but I am dreaming of living a life as a writer. A creative one. Not someone locked inside a corporate box. But then as the eldest daughter, I got to move. I got to earn. For the family.

How can I pursue my passion and provide for the family? That I have yet to find out. And yes, I am trying to knock doors and windows to turn my dreams into reality.

Like what Ms. Maya Angelou told me again last week, “All great achievements require time.” I need patience and endurance. But most of all faith.

Faith that my time will come. Faith that my book’s time will come. Faith that everything happens for a reason. Faith that no time is wasted. Faith in things I cannot see as of the moment. Faith that He is moving and guiding me.

Easier said than done, I’m trying. Every single day.

For now, let me get back and write the article I need to finish today.

 

Crossing (Her) Bridge

Sweaty, cold hands grip the cold rails,
agonized eyes stare at her almost fading trails–
footprints of all she has done,
mud piles of all her missed fun,
holed-patches of all she has lost,
unturned stones of her dreams still at frost.

Waiting lungs heave one deep, deep breath,
shaky foot finally decided to take its first step–
towards a foggy future she has yet to know,
towards a misty tomorrow no crystal ball can show.

With a hoping heart cloaked with lit-up love,
with a warrior soul armored with fearless faith,
she runs and crosses her own unsteady bridge,
away from her yesterday’s oh, so useless weights.

01.12.2014
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Poetics: Abridged Version by the beautifully-hearted lillian.
Note: This is what happens when your 25th birthday is less than two weeks away. 😉 And it is fascinating that my last dVerse-inspired poem is also about bridges. ❤ 

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Waiting Castle

Let your nervous, jittery footsteps ignore the crashing angry ocean.
Let your weary heart shelve its loud fear-filled da-dums.
Lift your spirit up ‘cause your dream-castle awaits you, love.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: William Bout

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Eight.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

City’s Chaos

My ears hate the scandalous honking cars and buses. My eyes are hurt by the sight of children sleeping beside roads and under bridges. My nose are irate with the stinky smell of cigarette and engine smoke. My tongue can taste the bitterness this city’s chaos spoke. Yet my skin can feel the powerful tingle of my dream-burning bones.

Hellish oh surely,
for dreamers it’s heavenly.
Work hard, play harder.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday #23 – contemporary cityscape by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) who wrote Cityscape Anatomy.

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To the Holder of my life’s map

I know You since I’m three or two.
You know life’s hell that I’ve been through.
Up, down, and up again
Rollercoaster life feels like I’m in vain.

Surrender, that’s what I did,
as I sink in the sea of grief.
My dream is dead, I said to self,
as I smell my failure’s stench.

I let go, and let You lead,
as my hope slowly fall asleep.
At my lowest, You came finally.
I touched the sky, on bended knee.

10.09.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: ilovehdwallpapers
Inspired by: Touch the Sky by Hillsong
Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 201: Day 05 Assignment.

Seasons’ Winds

Almost four months from now, I’ll be turning 25. It recently dawned on me, oh, what have I done with my life? I’ve studied hard and earned honors, but my ultimate dream still feels too far. I’m working hard but monetary state remains harsh.Yet looking back, I know my family and I are already far from where we’ve been. I believe the coming years hold a promising future that’s still unseen.

There’s a valiant tree
undressing with seasons’ winds.
Change doesn’t mean death.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday:Winds of Change by Toni of kanzensakura who also wrote about change here!

Thank you for the lovely haibun prompts, Toni! I maybe a newbie in dVerse but I really admire your warmth as a person and your talent as a poetess. I wish you a lovely hiatus.

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Please write for me a one paragraph haibun about change. End it with a nature-based haiku.

Catoptromancy

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Catoptromancy: A Cinquino*

You showed
a future filled of finished dreams,
where all I want’s now mine—
but why am I
alone?

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash.com

Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)


*Cinquino

Cinquino is a gimmicky invented verse form that reverses the syllable count of the Crapsey Cinquain. It was found in a book on poetry for teachers and was created by a 20th century American educatorJames Neille Northe.

The Cinquino is:

  • a poem in 5 lines.
  • syllabic, 2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line.
  • unrhymed

 

Qualm: A Quinzaine

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Qualm: A Quinzaine
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

I believe I can do it.
Is it possible?
Oh, can I?

Photo credit: Cam Adams


In response to Blogging from A to Z ChallengeQ is for Quinzaine

Quinzaine

The Quinzaine is an internet form found at Shadow Poetry and Instant Poetry for Kids, named from the French qunize (fifteen) for the 15 syllables the poem contains.

The Quinzaine is:

  • a tristich, a 3 line poem.
  • syllabic, 7-5-3 syllables per line.
  • unrhymed.
  • composed of: L1 a statement, L2 and L3 questions related to the statement.

Missed a letter/poem? Read all Poetry from A-Z here.

Ten Inspiring Reads for Every Dream Chaser

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“Every great dream begins with a dreamer” ― Harriet Tubman


I was born a dream chaser
and so are you,
admit it or not, you know
it’s true.

So here are ten inspiring reads
to uplift your spirits
and boost of moral beads!

1. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

Tuesdays with Morrie

Inspiring words: “So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things they think are important. This is because they’re chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.”

2. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

The Alchemist

Inspiring words: “It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”

3. Your Best Life Now: 7 Steps to Living at Your Full Potential by Joel Osteen

Your Best Life Now: 7 Steps to Living at Your Full Potential

Inspiring words: “No matter how many times you get knocked down, keep getting back up. God sees your resolve. He sees your determination. And when you do everything you can do, that’s when God will step in and do what you can’t do.”

4. Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson

Steve Jobs

Inspiring words: “Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

5. Three Weeks With My Brother by Nicholas Sparks and Micah Sparks

Three Weeks With My Brother

Inspiring words: “When you chase a dream, you learn about yourself. You learn your capabilities and limitations, and the value of hard work and persistence.”

6. I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak

I Am the Messenger

Inspiring words: “I’d rather chase the sun than wait for it.”

7. On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King

On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

Inspiring words: “The scariest moment is always just before you start.”

8. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini 

The Kite Runner

Inspiring words: “And suddenly, just like that, hope became knowledge. I was going to win. It was just a matter of when.”

9. All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

All the Light We Cannot See

Inspiring words: “A real diamond is never perfect.”

10. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (Harry Potter, #1) by J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Harry Potter, #1)

Inspiring words: “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

Photo credit: Goodreads


In response to The Broke and the Bookish‘s Top Ten Tuesday today:

April 12: Ten Books Every X Should Read (up to you! Examples: every history nerd, memoir lover, ballet lover, feminist, college student, etc etc.)

P.S. What one book would you add on this list?

Share it to me! 😀

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Fly: A Fib

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Fly: A Fib
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer


Soar
high,
leave thy
weights and loads,
tear off doubting cloak,
follow the sun, let go, just float.

Photo credit: Kupono Kuwamura


In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge: F is for Fib

Fib

Fib or fibonacci poem is based on the Fibonacci sequence. The number of syllables in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8.

Missed a letter/poem? Read all Poetry from A-Z here.