I write because I read. I read because I write.
Let hope be the wings of your uncharted dreams. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. L is for Lanterne. Lanterne are: a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines. syllabic, 1-2-3-4-1 syllables per line. is composed with no punctuation and no rhyme,… Continue reading winged dreams (a lanterne)
Come out of your self-made cave, new morn’s warm kiss waits to end your night sky’s loss of faith. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. F is for Fib. The Fib is the brain child of American screenwriter, Gregory Pincus found in his blog at GottaBook in… Continue reading kiss of faith (a fib)
It takes many tick tocks before your wings open, to taste its first lick of earth’s wind before your lightweight feathers kiss earth's breeze While the clock is singing learn patience in waiting. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. B is… Continue reading tick tock (a butterfly cinquain)
egg out of your hard-outside, fragile-inside, self-made shell of hate, hardened by society's caging cruel words of unbelief. crack the calcium carbonate crystal, with each drumming of your tired yet unrelenting heart, create a freeing hole of hope. welcome the sunrays of faith. hatch. — 03.27.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In… Continue reading hatch
As I grew older I learned to stop hating you, and start loving you. For your ruthlessness is the lamp showing me to keep my heart kind. For your darkness is the night teaching me to find my own light, no matter how hard. — 02.28.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash
In Psychology they say, the glass will be half empty or half full based on how you see it, on my way home late last night, I paused a minute to look up to the hundreds of the stars I can see, and the thousands more I cannot see. For some reasons they reminded me… Continue reading O v e r f l o w
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… Continue reading Confessions, ramblings, and everything in between
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
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… Continue reading Building Values
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bq_8dFOXQc The clouds will rain The seasons change (Cause You told them to) The sun will shine Your burning light (Cause You told it to) When You speak your words through my soul So I know it's true You're in control In control In control The stars in the sky will hang there 'til You… Continue reading Sunday Songs: Stars in the Sky
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