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Feet on the edge of a cliff, hanging, hanging, just one more push Mr. Wind. Yet sweaty hands cling, cling, to unseen twigs, not willing, not willing, to dive, deep, deep, into the pit of love. I have always been brave, blunt, honest, but I cannot leap, else I'll be a mess. Yes, I am… Continue reading scared
Pain swells in the bosom of a song. Long before the first note of refrain, restrains fail to cease tears from falling. Losing you, I wish will be my gain. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. C is for Conachlonn. The Conachlonn is… Continue reading bosom (a conachlonn)
if only you had listened through silence felt my cold absence seen my dark shadows taste my bitter wallows we could have been--- if only. — 04.05.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash
Basked in between the cerulean sky and the silent sea of bluebells, my soul is silently sinking ‘neath the hole of void and blue, as my aqua eyes search for you. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In response to dVerse‘s Poetics:Breathing Blue by De of WhimyGhizmo. Read her own blue-inspired poem here.… Continue reading Blue Hole
I’ll cling to you until my fragile hands bleed against your rugged, rough edges. I’ll cling until my candle-like fingers turned cold in the absence of my warm flowing blood. I’ll cling until my pink nails turned dark purple and almost dead-gray. I’ll cling... I’ll cling to you. Even when you can’t cling to me too. —… Continue reading Cling
Elusive Words: A Tanka Couple that might have been if we're both brave enough to say the words left unsaid-- but we're not. — 03.31.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash
Bughaw I've been eaten up by the expansive sea and endless sky, since you’ve been gone. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 6 – Bughaw.
I have given my all, all you give me is no. What more can I offer? If you'll notice me never? "Should I give up?" I once asked. You just shrugged, and said... no. — 03.16.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash
Silence piercing, sounds like screaming. My eyes're staring, fearfully pleading. "Just, let me go," you keep repeating. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. February 2016 Photo credit: Unsplash
The Believer: A Nonet* I reached the dead end called neverwhere as my mind look for your traces. My eyes didn’t see you go, ears haven’t heard your voice, skin haven’t felt you, only my heart believes that you are true. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In response to May Book Prompts – by… Continue reading The Believer
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