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…

Unfolded: An Ushnik

Dense, wild forest witnessed the tale of one unfolded chair, a tired man with graying hair, a final note, a gun fired. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 10. — Ushnik (God of Wind orignating from the hairs of the body of the almighty Prajāpati) is a stanzaic Vedic meter. The 7th…

Deep, Dark, Dreary

Her heart ripped her apart. Now it’s my part to take all her wrath. Sharp-as-a-diamond knife cuts through me to end her life. Oh, my pain, is it her gain? Oh, will this cut, erase her hurt? Oh, will this wound, do any good? I froze as her blood flows. I feel the nerves died…

Last Choice

I have lived a well-planned life. My mom used to tell me that I have my own decisions, ever since I’m a toddler. I choose what will I wear. I choose what will I eat. I choose anything and everything. Yep. My parents never win. My student-self is as picky as my toddler-self. I grew…

The Plan

I looked at the sky painted in pretty purple and pink. I counted the building’s floors, trying hard not to blink and think. Calm down, jumping is fun and surely death will swiftly come. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Steven Wei In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Two.…

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

Oblivion

Oblivion: An Object Poem* flickering sun, whispering shore, shells lay silent in ocean-made floor, humanless space no one’s in race aside from the footprints of a sunken soul towards an aqua oblivion. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *The Dinggedicht or Object…

WRITING 201: Deep, Dark, Dreary

Her heart ripped her apart. Now it’s my part to take all her wrath. Sharp as diamond knife cuts through me to end her life. Oh, my pain, is it her gain? Oh, will this cut, erase her hurt? Oh, will this wound, do any good? I froze as her blood flows. I feel the…