maybe mismatch

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 out of

our mismatch love.

11.23.2017
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Photo by Claire Nolan on Unsplash

 

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Our River

the gentle whispers of the trees’ breeze. the tender murmur of river’s flow. the playful tweets of the little birds. these sweet sensual delights are the reasons why we used to visit this river. the river we called ours.

today i clutch unto you, unto your vessel. your vessel made of cold porcelain, a stark contrast to how warm your hands were when you held mine.

slowly opening the lid, feeling what was left of your mortality, i let the salty tears wet my face as i let your ashes be one with the river. the river we called ours.

Note: I wrote this piece with Ed Sheeran’s Supermarket Flowers playing in my ears. Sigh.
Oh, I’m in pieces, it’s tearing me up, but I know
A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved
Word count: 100
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Photo credit: My dearie Maria of Doodles and Scribbles

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) April 11, 2017. 🙂

River of He

and i won’t mind
floating
aimlessly
like a forgotten leaf
of an
Autumn tree
as long as I can
float and float
freely
on the river named
after my
he.

P.S. Because I ate some extra cheese today ❤ and I got so little time to sneak in between office works. -_-
03.22.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Poetics: The River by paul scribbles.

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Silent Witness

The cracks of the breaking dried twigs and leaves tell me I am in the middle of a lush forest. Blindfolded, I can hear the loud cracking sound echoing with my racing heartbeats filled with excitement and fear.

I grip his sweaty hand, harder. He squeezed my hands back to assure me that I am safe. I cling to him until he let my hand go so he can remove my blindfold.

The silk cloth drapes slowly away from my eyes to reveal his surprise– the older yet still familiar Volkswagen Beetle, the silent witness of our 14-year-old first kiss.

Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Tim Livingstone

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 14, 2017. 🙂

Spring Melt

He is
clothe in fragrant scent
leaking out of fresh, budding
blooms,
his aura is
bathe in blinding golden rays
lighting up a fully packed
room,
each step he takes towards
me are lilting,
yes, he is my harbinger of
spring.

Oh, I’m melting.

03.13.2017
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Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #28 with the word “spring” by kim881. 🙂

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Unicorn

I don’t really believe in mystic, enchanting creatures.
And then you placed that unicorn-sign.
So I tried if I can make one mine.

P.S. So happy to be three-lining again!!! 😀 😀 😀
03.09.2017
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Photo credit: Fleur Treurniet

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week 57.
If you want to join, here are the simple rules:
  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Dew of Dawn

Inside my hollow chest
lies a heart void of love–
a desert which hasn’t tasted
sprinkles of rain from above.

Then like pregnant drops of dew
on a chilled yet rose-pink dawn,
you kissed my cacti and sand
when you made me your own.

01.31.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #25 with the word “dawn” from Björn Rudberg (brudberg).
Just write a poem of precisely 44 words, including the word dawn.

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Right and New

Your mom let me in with a warm smile painted on her lips. “You know the drill, my little man,” she said tapping my back as I come in. I smiled back and nod.

As usual, you are late. For almost two decades I have been waiting for you almost every day. Our parents are best friends so it is a given that we are too. We’ve been in the same school, same school bus, same everything since we are three year-old kiddos. We even used to bathed together. But of course, not anymore.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” you said with your questioning dark brown eyes.

I lifted my face and saw you kneeling just inches away in front of me. Our faces so close. You are wearing your usual plain shirt and faded jeans. Your usual pulled up raven black hair. Your usual no make-up look.

But the feeling coursing through me now is far from usual. The organ enthroned in my chest is swollen. Barely beating. Barely breathing.

This feels new and, goodness, it feels right.

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In response to Monday Morning Melts #7The Script – Never Seen Anything “Quite Like You”. This is a prompt I am co-hosting with my dear friend Jade!❤

 

Cynosure

Cynosure (Inspired by Look After You by The Fray)

I am certain, I am sure,
this I feel is well passed cynosure.
I have lived before you
yet I don’t look forward to days after you.
I want us, every single day.
I want you in each and every possible way.

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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Masochistic

Masochistic (Inspired by Out of My League by Stephen Speaks)

Like a train in a wrong railroad
you lead me out of my planned league.

Like sailing in a strange sea
it’s your chaos that I seek.

Like a lunatic in love with pain,
I am indeed masochistic.

So worry not, darling,
I love each ache like a pain-freak.

10.25.2016
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Photo credit: Unsplash

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

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