Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Maria of Doodles and Scribbles

I Surrounded Myself With Emptiness I surround myself with emptiness: an empty jar that was once filled with the sweetest jam an hourglass whose sands of time were blown by the wind a light bulb— unable to shine with its filaments gone a wine glass that I sleep with till my waking days Call this madness… Continue reading Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Maria of Doodles and Scribbles

Bus and Break

the rushing wind kisses my cheeks as i keep the bus' window open. we are zigzagging and zooming because 6 in the morning is synonymous to a free-flowing highway. no traffic. no accidents (yet). as my eyes stare at the birthing of yet another sun, my ears is swimming on a familiar tune. a tune… Continue reading Bus and Break

TITLE REVEAL: Between My Bleeding Lines (My Debut Poetry Book!)

https://youtu.be/_4rrAlLfdJY And this is it, beautiful souls! 🙂 Revealing the title of my debut poetry book: Between My Bleeding Lines. ❤ Will be available on May 2017! Cover reveal soon! 🙂 --- Have a blessed week, everyone! ❤ --- Background Music: Breathe Again by Sara Bareilles No Copyright infringement intended.

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… Continue reading Our River

Drizzled Remains

like the sky swallowing the sun, i remembered how i choked when you said we're done. like the rain's fading fog, i wait as time erase the drizzled remains of your once warm love. today i relish each throb, tomorrow i will move forward. — 04.11.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash… Continue reading Drizzled Remains

Waiting

with the God-painted twilight, i smiled as i wait for you, my light. i still don't have your name, i still don't have your face, but our story will not be a game neither a fading phase. the love we'll share will be true, someday we'll be one not two, darling, i am waiting for… Continue reading Waiting

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 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading… Continue reading River of He

Cosmos

dust and meteoroid collide atmosphere sparks in light scarlet red, to bright yellow then to a quick white, a meteor fall. in-awe brown eyes stare high then faces turn, exchanged tensed sigh cheeks blush in pink closer and closer in less a minute, black night burns to hot red. — 03.17.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights… Continue reading Cosmos

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… Continue reading Silent Witness

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 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In response to… Continue reading Spring Melt