I write because I read. I read because I write.
While I was walking home, someone called my name. A genderless body wearing a sunny smile, a mist-kissed scent, and a sunset orange glow. "Hello, my name is love. I know I might be hard. But would you come with me, tonight?" Before my surprised tongue could let a word roll out, another face came,… Continue reading Colored Strangers
Dusting gun powders, digging buried bomb shrapnels, dark road of hate clears. — 12.28.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Manu Sanchez via Unsplash In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week 100!!! (Oh how I miss three-lining! 😀
we agreed to dig and dig, down under where the worms and seeds sleep and sleep. for at the middle of this continental-crossing tunnel, we promise to fin'lly meet. let's say pardon to the roots our shovels will step on. let's say bye to the above earth we'll forget as we move on. for we… Continue reading Crossing Continents
How your eyebrows rise when I start to speak. How your mouth tries to swallow your envy's upcoming leak. How I love to see your angered-colored face. How I admire how you contain such hateful maze. And in case you haven't heard it yet, you got to love before you can hate. — Note: I am… Continue reading Love the Way You Hate
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… Continue reading Handmade Bridge
*A free verse "Dear Series" collaboration with my poetry Queen, my dear soul-sister, my cheerleader and encourager, my lovely friend, Nandita of Manan Unleashed. Do you know that hate is a double-edged sword? If not, let Nandita and I show you how and why. Dear Hatred* Drink me like a toxic soup taste my cold bitter curse, as I slowly, surely… Continue reading Dear Hatred*
Mom always says “don’t let the sun come down without patching things up and don’t forget to kiss or even say goodbye”. But last night was the worst argument that we had. For the first time in almost sixteen years of marriage, he slept on the sofa and went to his office without saying goodbye.… Continue reading Fleeting
Start the week with some wise words worth pondering. – rosemawrites Last week has been so fun as Writing 101 has been really an enjoyable class packed with awesome bloggers/classmates. Today's Monday Musings is inspired by our Day 9 assignment, particularly by Annie and TLizzy. These two have all the right to live with hatred but they… Continue reading Mondays Musings: On Holding Anger
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