Building Values

Hand me the hammer of hope let’s pound the nail of fear to create this concrete connection and make welcoming walls of visions. Come, let’s mix sand of honesty with rocks of faith, and paint our ceilings with dauntless colors against termites of hate. For our wall’s holes, let’s place transparent windows of courtesy and our […]

Beam Bath

Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, and Before Midnight were not able to satiate the need to relax my heart and my mind. Instead, they made me think more about the intangible concept we try hard to grasp and understand. Yes. Love. Around 8 at night, I stepped out and let my skin be bathed by moon’s […]

Unsaid Adieu

The half-opened bedroom door. The mute clothes on the floor. I could’ve asked for more. Filled with the scent you left. Still reeling with the shivers you sent. Caged inside this haunted house named after you, still feeling the ghost of your unsaid adieu. — 02.14.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash […]

Spring Bud

I smell how the supposed sweet, summer aroma turned into a chilling winter scent as I watch how her soft, smooth skin turns from blushed pink to lifeless violet. I listen to her frail heartbeats, silently begging, pleading, helpless against her quite incoming death. With a tear-stained face, my mouth utters its own prayer as […]

Handmade Bridge

Take my hand and theirs regardless of religion or race. We are all earth’s only heirs with limited time and space. Let’s make a burning bridge made of united hands and hearts to cross and conquer the sea of hate killing humanity and love. — 01.31.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Painting by […]

Breathing Whispers

I heard your soul’s sighs and your heart’s cries as your mind tries to silence fear of ends and byes. So I stamped the wind with my love’s breathing whispers, crossing 2,000 miles of seas and lands, to bring my kiss of forever. — 01.17.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In […]

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 […]

The Talking Walled-Bridge

I am created by careful hands. Brick by brick, men worked hard to build me to connect two longing, disconnected, untamed paths. As I age with time my scarlet hues fade, my brick-made walls crumble. I become a forgotten landscape. My foundations now tremble. Yet I think no second was wasted. Each tire screech I […]

Chilling Sparks

Strumming sweet fingers against guitar’s strings create tuneful soothing notes. Whispering wistful wind against swaying grasses dances with nature’s changing clothes. Peeping sun rays against clear window pane paint stunning morning arc. Your warm touch against my waiting thrilled skin forms chilling body sparks. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In […]

Dear Seasons

Like an elusive dream I silently hope to see how you undress— from cold white to fresh green then to shy yellow and then to scarlet red, from freckled to plump and lush to skinny and then to skeletal bare. Like an enchanting perfume I secretly imagine your scent change— from chilling trace of frost to charming […]