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"For how can I be sure I shall see again the world on the first of May." My window was a painted sunset, in floating strokes of purple, orange, and raspberry's blood. I played a song about roses and taste of hope, my hips swaying free of audience, but mindful of the noodles not to… Continue reading plot twist: a 100-word story
Pregnant clouds crawl as the voice above growls. While the parched earth opens its mouth thirsty for rainfall, a waiting heart whispers, “wind, bring him home.” — 03.26.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. X is for Xiaoshi. Xiaoshi, (small poem,shi = poetry /… Continue reading parched (a xiaoshi)
Maybe it was the noise of the honking fears inside me, or maybe it was the clink and clanks of the battling mind and heart inside you. Maybe I was ready to be brave, just in time when you surrendered to be afraid, and these maybes were too loud enough to create a strong storm… Continue reading maybe mismatch
I Surrounded Myself With Emptiness I surround myself with emptiness: an empty jar that was once filled with the sweetest jam an hourglass whose sands of time were blown by the wind a light bulb— unable to shine with its filaments gone a wine glass that I sleep with till my waking days Call this madness… Continue reading Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Maria of Doodles and Scribbles
Under the velvet sky glowing with the shadow of the moon, trickled with on and off star sparks, our feet in one rhythm traveled through time-- of how we started, of how we loved, and eventually, of how we'll end. This night could have been a romantic one, if only goodbye will not be our… Continue reading Tonight’s Shadow
we will soon be nothing but a fading memory made of warm forehead kisses filled with innocence, tight hand-in-hand walks oblivious to world's mess, comforting hugs on toughest turns of time, loud to soft exchanges of angry then sweet rhymes, endearing utterance of names turning them into songs, pregnant tears shed when for the first… Continue reading Elegy of Us
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… Continue reading Unsaid Adieu
Gorgeous Art (Inspired by Between the Lines by Sara Bareilles) Cruel mind still carries all our shared memories. Ironically, t’was not able to detect the fallacy buried between your lying lines. Thankfully, I have a scarred yet dauntless heart which made your betrayal a gorgeous art. — 10.24.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo… Continue reading Gorgeous Art
Sun’s love for moon’s eternal. They may not shine together but they still share the same sky. I hope we’re like them, but we’ll ne’er be, ever. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 31. — The Endecha is a " The Canción triste que encierra un lamento", ("sad song that locks up… Continue reading Eternal: An Endecha
The smiling sun and the jovial man-in-blue walking his black dog both fail to break the darkened state I am in after he left me broken and bruised. So this is what first heartbreak feels like. T’was like a rollercoaster ride which pulls your heart up, up, up until it feels so heavenly and then… Continue reading Summer Air
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