I write because I read. I read because I write.
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
Stranger. That is what I am. Sitting people all in black and white, I am estranged to everyone, except one person. She is the only human who knows me here. But she can never say who I am. — She’s imperfect but she tries. She is good but she lies. — Silence. Murmurs. Quiet sobs. The humans that… Continue reading Used to be Mine: A Song-based Fiction
Today’s the first day of my last day with you. I’m a bit confuse, though, because my heart’s melancholic yet it’s full of joy. Six decades, six decades and four years to be exact. That’s how long we have been together. A lot asked how we remained committed for so long, how we kept the… Continue reading Forever’s Ending
First three parts were published last Tuesday, Wednesday and yesterday. Warm wind’s blowing. Loud silence’s piercing. With blank mind and an about-to-burst heart, I remained still as I look at your grave. Our story ended, more than five years ago. On that fateful autumn day, when I waited for you. But you never waited for… Continue reading Seasons: Epilogue
First two parts were published last Tuesday and yesterday. “This can’t be,” my mind whispered. But my heart and my senses knew, this is him. When I finally looked into his dark brown eyes, words ran out of me. Anger and sadness left me. I am numb. He stared back and looked through my eyes as his… Continue reading Seasons: Finale
I looked at the sky painted in pretty purple and pink. I counted the building’s floors, trying hard not to blink and think. Calm down, jumping is fun and surely death will swiftly come. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Steven Wei In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Two.… Continue reading The Plan
First part was published yesterday. Chilling shivers crawled in my veins when I saw my bloody-self inside my wrecked car. “So what am I now? Am I a soul now? Am I dead? Am I alive?” I shouted but no voice left me. The ambulance arrived. Several medical staffs tried to retrieve my blood-soaked body. The unfolding scene is nauseating but I… Continue reading Seasons: Part 2
Is there somebody who'll be willing to save my soul, my heart, me. They say I only feel the love I like, they don't know I'm slowly fading dying, drifting away. — Inspired by City Lights by Sara Bareilles. 04.08.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash
A frail, pellucid, deformed, indistinct, cylindrical jar towering above unkempt, blotchy, matte drawer sits silently among empty, hollow bottles. Inside hides the ashen remains of your once iridescent, glistening soul, I still remember how I carefully pour after I watch you burn in whole. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In… Continue reading The Jar’s Secret
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