sometimes i am a
relentless, untiring,
wave ebbing and
flowing to the
shore, back and
forth, back and
forth.
but today i am
transforming and
evaporating from
the sea to the
sky, yes, i have
surrendered and
turned myself into
a possessive sun.
kindness and
attention are
now my rays that
i won’t let you kiss and
have anymore for
i am tired, tired, tired,
of going back
and forth, back
and forth, without
receiving what i
always give.
love.
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i am the flower and he is the bee. the part 1 is here.my bee, that kiss was sweeter than honey,
brimming with love, i’d choose it ceaselessly.
but after you let go, I saw the look in your eyes,
gazing at another pretty blue bathing in sunrise.
the wind remains warm, but I am freezing inside,
as you fly towards your next flower bride.
i have no choice but to let you go freely,
because I, however beautiful, will never be your only.
angry on me is my favorite flower,
she doesn’t know, how hungry i’m at this hour.
for survival, i might fly to another blue,
but for love, i will always come back to only you.
the queen bee was angry, for i brought only a little honey,
allow me to go to the flower brides, oh they are so many.
your nectar, though only a little, gives me life,
however you misunderstand me, you’ll be my only wife.
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Her eyes on the slow, old tram coming. Her hands inside the bag, checking the cold office keys, the leather notepad, the tattered coin purse, the thin phone, her essentials. Lucky day, no forgotten items today.
Her ride to the office is about to arrive when a familiar face crossed her peripheral view. He has aged, but his bright smiling eyes remained the same. The way he wraps his arms around his woman stayed the same.
Her finger, the throne of their once wedding ring, aches. Sometimes she wishes to be forgetful, but the essential memories are stubborn. They remain.
she was beautiful, a bright blue,
wearing a shiny coat of morning dew.
her sweet nectar was too much to resist,
so I dived into her and kissed.
the wind blew hard, we held on to each other,
she could have swayed and kicked me rather.
her delicate petals didn’t want to be free of me,
because i, however ugly, was her favorite bee.
he was the bubbly painted in yellow
buzzing loudly yet his inside is mellow.
his wings’ flaps are my kind of music,
as he nears i felt like i’m sea sick.
bathe in the warm morning rays, we kissed.
i hope my longing for him was unnoticed.
with him, i wish to have a time-stopping power,
for in warm dry or cold shower, i am his, flower.
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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. 😉
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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.
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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!
we agreed to
dig and dig,
down under where
the worms and seeds
sleep and sleep.
for at the middle
of this continental-crossing
tunnel,
we promise to
fin’lly meet.
let’s say pardon
to the roots our
shovels will
step on.
let’s say bye
to the above earth
we’ll forget as we
move on.
for we will meet
underground,
beyond borders
of the map.
for we will live
underground
away from hate,
yes, towards love.
—
paul scribbles.
the sweet tweets of the birds,
the crisp cracks of dried twigs,
the whispered whistles of the wind,
the sounds of the forest orchestra.
oh, surreal and soothing
flora and fauna.
yet they can’t calm me like
how your heartbeats’
thump,
thump,
thump
can.
—
Victoria C. Slotto.—
My debut book Between My Bleeding Lines is now available on Amazon and Createspace! Please see the following links:
Thank you!
after more than a decade of virtual hugs and late night chats, the four girlfriends have finally met again for a summer picnic.
two married, one engaged, one still single, they’ve bonded because of one common denominator: a guy they played love with. a nerd from college who’s known for his ragged blue jeans and an old-day-smelling shirt.
under the hot sun with the smoky smell of barbecue, there was no sound but their joyful giggles. until a dashing, familiar man appeared. until they heard nothing but bangs after bangs. then the green lawn turned red with fresh blood.
silence.
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My debut book Between My Bleeding Lines is now available on Amazon and Createspace! Please see the following links:
Thank you! ❤
My baby is here! Between My Bleeding Lines is now available in Amazon and Createspace! Please see the following links:
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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.
Meet my first baby, the book I reared for nine months, my very own Between My Bleeding Lines.
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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.
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I want to express my heartfelt thanks to the ever kind Sarah Doughty for creating this beautiful book cover. Book cover plays an important role and the art you did here is a great help. I cannot thank you enough, love. ❤
The beautiful painting is by Tsukiko Kiyumidzu.
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Between My Bleeding Lines will be available in Amazon, Createspace and Amazon partner bookstores starting next week. I will be sharing the links soon!
I would love to know what you think about this cover? 🙂 Please share!
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