I write because I read. I read because I write.
brown, a burnt one, is the colour of this table with edges as perfect as the borders of some nations with OCD in geometry, atop there are tea, two types, the calming chamomile i take during those days of the month because it helps relieve the cruel clenching of my ovary, and there is green… Continue reading on borders and tea
Come in, don’t be afraid, August, our blunt fists won’t bite your innocence, we just want you to please be honest, when can we taste the harvest of our last months’ chaos and mess? See, our nails are filled with dirt digging some seeds of winter hope to plant some spring fruit of faith, our… Continue reading honest august
Come in. I am sorry for the lack of energy, would you like some lukewarm tea? Well, we are tired zombies, avoiding (or wait- ing) for the wind of death, we are suffocated not by the unseen killer but the cruel knee on our throat for centuries, (we chose to close our eyes on) well,… Continue reading come in, June
Find me in silent corners where the horizon’s mouth swallows another burning ball, licks the cool sky in pastel blush in front of all. Find me in soft, tender nighttime blanket, sipping a the third cup of my daily coffee haul. Find me inside the chosen shell of solitude where thoughts are slowly eaten, gingerly… Continue reading t w o w o r l d s
Binded but never blinded collection Of letter conniving to form words Of timeless wisdom freeing up minds Kept inside the dark room of ignorance. — 08.10.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash For dVerse: Celebrate with me today! I'm celebrating National Book Lovers Day!
We are made with working pairs. Your right hand got your left. Your left ear got your right. Your right eye got your left. Your left lung got your right. We work with built-in pairs. A scissor will never be a scissor, it should be scissors even when added with the phrase "a pair". Trousers… Continue reading Paired or Not
Forgive me, my creator but I feel you are a traitor, for painting me with friendly color and gifting me with healing odor, but letting me be a protector of a poisonous aggressor. In this human court judging me physically, my defense is my fragrant grace, and my pale petals' serenity, yet the prosecution argues… Continue reading Lost Lavender
Clothed pair of soles dressed in faux leather top and synthetic rubber pants, clanking, clanking, against the cobbled, sometimes cemented concrete jungle paths, dreams to be bare and naked against the foliage of the fallen petals of Autumn trees, ready and brave to be pricked with the crisp and thin sun-dried twigs, for the slave… Continue reading s a n c t u a r y
Thin paper glides with the hanging air disrupting the curtain of silence. Thick, hard cover kisses the wooden surface of the mahogany table, A page aching for ink waits for the sweaty palm, the first press of pen’s tip the drop of the first blot. New chapter starts. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights… Continue reading paper glides (an object poem)
The fading light, this old day done, the endless sea swallows yet another sun. As moon rises high over waters calm - calling out stars hiding in the velvet night’s arms - morning’s close by with a brand new dawn. --- 01.18.2017 F.T. Ledrew x R. C. Gonzales (Thank you for the second collab, Thomas!… Continue reading P a s s a g e
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