Your love is a flood and I’m
Caught in the current of Your living waters
It’s Your love, it’s Your love
Your presence is a flood
And I’m caught in the wonder
You have taken me over
You have won my heart
Citipointe Live, Into the Deep
I’ll be revealing a book news soon!
❤
Neurons and synapses
used to grooving
fast and relentless
then comes the
sudden screech,
stop, brake.
The drum’s
beating groove
surrendered to
the piano’s gentle
melancholy,
a shift in melody,
slowed down
the catastrophe,
for the first time
the neurons learned
how to pause
and take a break.
—
—
i wanna go where the mountains
are high enough to echo my song
song of the soul ceaselessly
gearing up to be strong,
strong enough to not
always try to belong,
belong to the world filled
with hazy right and wrong,
wrong or right, i just want
to live as if life is not long,
long enough to think
my tomorrows are like birdsongs,
birdsongs– sweet yet fleeting, soothing yet fading,
like the echo of my soul’s song.
—
—
Mish
I was three when curiosity was born inside me. I remember the first thing I asked my mom was about the grand piano covered and silenced inside her room’s bathroom.
I grew old asking why it’s hidden. She has offered me nothing but a teary smile, until today. With the same nostalgic yet melancholic look, she said, “Your dad proposed to me with a song he composed inside his house’s bathroom with this piano.”
“Everyday I wait for him to get this back or to play for me again. I placed it here so he knows where to find it.”
Glad to be back dear PJ! ❤
Rosema: After being MIA for the past week, I am back with dear Jade for Monday Morning Melts! 🙂 After the Christmas festivities, let me treat you with yet again another sweet sweet song. 🙂
I have written a fiction titled “Quite Like You” based on this song. When you read its lyrics, and when you hear it playing and being sang, you cannot help but hope that someone will sing this song for you someday. ❤
So much with dreamy words, here it is, friends!
When it’s right it’s more than right
Cause you feel it more than feel
I could take this moment now
Right into the grave with me
Your Turn:
There are no word limits and no restrictions except to stay true to the theme. Creating a brand new post in response to the prompt is also optional.
The goal isn’t to create new content, but rather to share pieces that melt the heart, tickle the soul, and brighten up a typically gloomy Monday. That’s why if you already have a piece that fits this week’s lyrics, or if you have a fellow blogger whose piece you want to share (with their permission), you are more than welcome to do so!
MONDAY MORNING MELTS #6: FEATURES
Because These Bloggers Created Something Beautiful With The Prompt:
Because These Melts Are Timeless & Deserve To Be Shared:
These features sections are compiled Sunday so if we missed you, please let us know in the comments, and leave a link to your post. We’ll update our features asap!
We are like north and south,
light and dark,
sweet and sour,
moon and sun.
Until our opposite worlds
were united by love,
a relationship was made,
inside God’s hands.
A journey
with rough patches,
taught us
acceptance and forgiveness.
Through His words
we’re blessed to be here.
After fervent prayers,
our life together is now near.
—
Note: That gorgeous photo shows my best friend Ericka and her husband Mark who exchanged the gift of vows just last Saturday! 🙂
The poem is a piece I wrote for them for their wedding invitation. 🙂
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Foolish. Naïve. Crazy.
My friends have been engraving those words in my mind for months now since I told them about you. They asked, “How can you love someone you haven’t seen.” I smiled and answered, “How can I not?”
They said loving you is like walking slowly towards a deadly cliff. Once I fall, I am dead. They have a point. Matter of fact, this love is definitely unexpected. Unplanned. Damned.
But I told them if death will feel this sweet and this good, then I’ll run faster towards the cliff and fall. Cause you are my heart’s solitary suicide. I am afraid no more.
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P.S.
I will catch-up replying, commenting and reading soon. ❤ Miss you my darlings. ❤
Rosema: Most of the time, love is expressed and felt through physical intimacy. Touch. Kisses. Hugs. But how about loving someone from afar? How about loving someone you haven’t seen yet? How about falling for someone’s soul residing in a body thousand miles away from you? Will it be a gamble worth committing? Will it feel like a heart’s solitary suicide?
This week, let’s delve the idea of long distance love. (Which is now for me, the purest love of all). ❤
The earth that is the space between,
I’d banish it from under me to get to you.
Your unexpected love provides my solitary suicide
oh I wish I knew
Your Turn:
There are no word limits and no restrictions except to stay true to the theme. Creating a brand new post in response to the prompt is also optional.
The goal isn’t to create new content, but rather to share pieces that melt the heart, tickle the soul, and brighten up a typically gloomy Monday. That’s why if you already have a piece that fits this week’s lyrics, or if you have a fellow blogger whose piece you want to share (with their permission), you are more than welcome to do so!
MONDAY MORNING MELTS #3: FEATURES
Because These Bloggers Created Something Beautiful With The Prompt:
Because These Melts Are Timeless & Deserve To Be Shared:
These features sections are compiled Sunday so if we missed you, please let us know in the comments, and leave a link to your post. We’ll update our features asap!
My clear window pane is tainted with gem-like trickles of rain. The sky is angry. So black. So dark. Its sharp and fast lightning brings along growling screams of thunder.These are the moments I hate the most.
With rain comes my demon named depression. The feeling that even the mighty one loathes my existence and He is expressing his hate upon me via a brutal weather.
But today, as I watch the glaring storm with your arms wrapped around me, I feel as warm as summer, as blossoming as happy spring.
Sorry, storm, your desperate efforts of gloom will forever be futile, as long as he loves me.
—
Tricky Waltz (Inspired by Turning Tables by Adele)
Done with bitter blames and self-shames.
Tired of turning tables and useless games.
She valiantly expose her failures and faults.
Alone she will dance gracefully with life’s tricky waltz.
—
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