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Our old cherry tree is pregnant again with its plump, bloody, cheerful fruits, which always remind me of your red lips as soft as the sound of the flute--- until that wintry day came and turned them so blue and oh, so cold. ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Inma Ibáñez I… Continue reading Cherry Lips
She left me with nothing but two torn pages scrawled softly with her sweet, subtle white lies about him. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Ronny Garcia Moron In response to Mindlovemisery Menagerie: Photo Challenge #124
I’m back home to cook lunch when I heard my girls’ delighted squeals. I missed hearing them. I never thought I’ll hear their warm giggles again after their dad left us, for no known reason. There’s no farewell nor goodbye. He just stopped coming home. I quietly went up to sneak a peak and was… Continue reading Homecoming
No one wanted to go down, so I volunteered. I’ve been here for three days only but I now know why my friends begged me to think twice. I have helped random people thrice. I never got a “thank you” even once. I helped an old man cross the street, he stared at my face… Continue reading The Fallen
I thought you are my heart's compass yet you did nothing but lead me n o w h e r e. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Deviantart In response to Mindlovemisery Menagerie: Photo Challenge #116 Read more awesome poems here:
I remember how the wind comb your long black hair as we climb our favourite hill. I remember how your eyes brighten up as I give you wild flowers--- your happy pills. I remember our favourite tree. It stood firm and proud. While our young love’s too mute to be loud. I remember our spot.… Continue reading I Remember
“As long as the waves still kiss the rock-shore, surely as I can still love you more, certain as the sun sets and rises, I promise I’ll be back, dearest.” His seven-year-old letter turned my heart as cold as the ocean breeze. I'm done hoping. I'm done believing. I crumpled his words, balled it up… Continue reading The Last Letter
Tied Tight Tied inside your tight love, imprisoned in your intense passion, you took my soul away from its home. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Wynand von Poortvliet In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Seventeen. If you want to join, here are the simple rules: Write three lines… Continue reading Tied Tight
The Heart You Left Our children, our great grandchildren, and our great great grand-kids wanted to have a big centenarian birthday bash for me. I refused. I am too old for a party. I can’t even do jiggly jives any more. All I want for my 100th birthday is to be with you. That’s why… Continue reading The Heart You Left
Surrounded by bright almost blinding camera flashes, carpet as red as fresh human blood, bodies in ensemble more expensive than my house, I felt overwhelmed and lost at the same time. I am an indie actress with a promising film nominated in Cannes Film Festival. This is big. Bigger than my dreams as a kid. As the… Continue reading The Colours of the Flag
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