space of seas

Tonight, I want to stay. No, I won't go away. Your midnight scent I will inhale. Until the moon breathes another day.  Tonight, I want to stay. Oh, let not distance take me away. The sun will smile, either way, so please, just let me stay.  My left-hand hangs incomplete, without your right. The space… Continue reading space of seas

butterfly heart

how many days will it take for a crawling pupa to hide her legs and grow her own soft cage where she will further evolve into a winged butterfly? how much pain will she survive to transform from a leaf-beggar to a fragile air glider who can freely fly? how many tiny cells hidden from… Continue reading butterfly heart

Cloud of Pain

the thing about sadness is it's like a thick rain cloud clogged inside your throat blocking your breath, your words, even your screams. you want to melt it, get rid of it, but it becomes bigger and bigger choking you further and further. but the thing about sadness is when you finally surrender and bask… Continue reading Cloud of Pain

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

Red: A Rondelet

Dripping red blood from her pale wrist she cut deeply. Dripping red blood screams her pain she kept hidden, locked. She relish the pain silently, her final seconds end slowly--- dripping red blood. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 25. — The Rondelet is a relatively short poem using the entire opening… Continue reading Red: A Rondelet

Waiting Under the Gray Clouds

You said we are never too far until we are under the same sky. “You are my sun, I am your moon.” But then why did we end so soon? As blue clouds turns to gray, I’ll try to keep my tears at bay. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In… Continue reading Waiting Under the Gray Clouds

Lively: A Lune

Luna's lively glow calms down my longing, lonely soul. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 11. — Lune is an American invented form in 3 lines. It provides 2 options. The lines can either be measured by syllables or words. I found this at Instant Poetry Forms The Lune is: a poem… Continue reading Lively: A Lune

Tantalizing: A Tanaga

Tantalizing speaking eyes, serve as windows. Reveals unspoken letters, mouth always swallows. Mine’s made of transparent glass, why it failed to show? My hunching, hiding being, we, humans call soul? — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 6. --- The Tanaga is a Filipino stanzaic form that was originally written in Tagolog which to my… Continue reading Tantalizing: A Tanaga

Time’s Sparkling Void

I thought the turning time can successfully erase traces of the sparkling, beating void your goodbye left inside my tattered soul. A decade after, it becomes clear. I am wrong. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow's Day 1, 2 and 3. P.S. I combined the first three prompts because I was late. 😦 Forgive… Continue reading Time’s Sparkling Void

Am I Gone?

Is there somebody who'll be willing to save my soul, my heart, me. They say I only feel the love I like, they don't know I'm slowly fading dying, drifting away. — Inspired by City Lights by Sara Bareilles. 04.08.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash