fogged up

While the roof sings to the tune of the monsoon keys, the leaves outside dance with the storm's cold breeze, with a warm, fresh cup of coffee, my eyes stare blankly at the road void of wheels and feet— empty— wishing I can say the same with my mind. The antonym of empty is full… Continue reading fogged up

paper dreams

i have a pocketful of folded paper cranes, inked with agony, worry, fear of my boneless brain. numb, loss, i'll wander, maybe after i watch them burn. — 08.31.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Dev Benjamin on Unsplash In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week 83. If you want to join, here are the… Continue reading paper dreams

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… Continue reading Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: NJ

Fog of Fear

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… Continue reading Fog of Fear

A Writer’s Fear

For me writing is like breathing with words. But honestly, I am afraid of writing. Afraid that no one will pay attention. Afraid that no one will read the characters I hone. Afraid that it will not be worthwhile. Afraid that feedbacks will be as bitter as bile. Afraid that efforts will just be put… Continue reading A Writer’s Fear


Faceless, dark, blank, a voiceless yet ceaseless follower, it's always at my back. I can hear its mute footsteps, even it's screaming silence. I want to get rid of him, or maybe it's a her, or whatever it is. It is never my friend, nor my foe but it makes my body shiver, it makes… Continue reading Schiophobia

Drop, Up

Just when I have embraced-- accepted, the inevitable-- painful drop, YOU finally came, and lift me up. --- ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Carmine De Fazio In response to Daily Post: Drop. Inspired by  Vijaya and Mandi. Thank you lovely ladies for the uplifting words. I direly need them today. You are two beautiful souls… Continue reading Drop, Up