NOW AVAILABLE for Pre-Order: Between My Bleeding Lines Kindle Edition

BLEEDING LINES

To celebrate the first month of my baby Between My Bleeding Lines, I am excited to announce that its Kindle Edition will be out on June 10 and is now available for pre-orders here

I understand shipping costs and the book’s cost can be too pricey so here is an ebook which is more pocket-friendly. 😉

Between My Bleeding Lines is a collection of 100 free verse poems about love, loss, and finding yourself in the process.

The art of loving, the pain of losing, and the beauty of healing are shown in the book’s three chapters: For Granted, Forgotten and Forbearer.

Thank you to those who bought their copies already! (ehem, Davy D. :D) If you won’t mind please share a photo with me and if it is not too much to ask please leave a review on Amazon and Goodreads.

Please spread the word! ❤

Thank you!

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Wreaked Havoc

Wreaked Havoc (Inspired by Buses and Trains by Bachelor Girl)

They say love is like walking under a rushing bus
or getting hit by a rapid moving train.
No wonder I was wreaked havoc, after him.

10.25.2016
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In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤

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Tasty: A Tango

Words slipping through your sweet, lying tongue,
smell as fragrant as wildflowers in bloom.
But when they went inside my heart and my mind,
your tasty letters are cursed with unending gloom.

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In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 6.


The Tango is an invented stanzaic form introduced by Chiquita LoJuana Gonzolas Sills.

The Tango is:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.
  • syllabic, 9-10-11-12 syllables per line.
  • rhymed, xaxa xbxb etc. x being unrhymed.

Time’s Sparkling Void

I thought the turning time
can successfully erase traces
of the sparkling, beating void
your goodbye left inside my tattered soul.
A decade after, it becomes clear.
I am wrong.

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In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 1, 2 and 3.

P.S. I combined the first three prompts because I was late. 😦 Forgive me. ❤

Summer Choir

I still remember: the gentle rush of the calm yet humming cerulean ocean as it hugs the waiting sun-bathed sand and silent shells ashore; the sweet whisper of the whistling wind as it combs the golden grass strands who always beg for more; and then the loud yet soothing klee-ew sounds of the winged gulls flying freely above the expansive salted-water-made floor.

Our beating hearts sung
softly with that summer choir.
Do you remember?

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In response to dVerse‘s Tuesday Poetics: The Sound of LOVE by Walter J. Wojtanik. Read his Whispers of Love, too.

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Also for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille August 17th 2016 … a summer tale.

Always

It has
always
been you.

The hands
I want
to hold,
the arms where
I want
to fold.

The face
I want
to look,
the voice that
I’ve been
hooked.

It has
always
been
you.

The eyes
blind enough
to see
my tears,
the ears
deaf enough
to hear
my fears.

The cold
heart,
I can’t
unlove,
the bitter
sweet mem’ry
I can’t
give up.

Yes, it has
always
been
you.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

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