postal code stamps

Our tongues are dancing muscles sprinkled with the magic dust of languages, as if before birth we’re treated on a buffet of diverse dialects and accents where we select how our mouths will circle and arch to utter each twisted word’s lyrical march, but pause and place your vein-hand in the middle of your breasts, […]

A Look Back to Move Forward

It’s almost two in the morning, I am supposed to be sleeping, probably paddling through the river of dreams this night has to offer. My eyes are sleepy, my body at less than 5% of mortal battery, still I get up, still I write. The soul would never let this wee hours — when the […]

spell poem with an I

I the poet, is me the poem. With lilting rhymes marking the thumps of this, this, this, travelling heart. With floating rhythms concocting mem’ries– faded and unseen– by this, this, this, restless mind. With idioms and similes, hiding the evidences of familiar melancholy, and glee. With verses sweet oh, so, sweet, as honey or stinging […]

last leaf

cheers for choked up tears, cries without list’ning ears. cheers for wistful dreams caught or lost in raging streams. cheers for days of cavalier where lone strength perseveres, cheers for named fears fin’lly found courage sears, cheers for ‘nother year, lost hope grows, reappears. — 12.04.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via […]

holy flair

Once upon a blue blood moon the mighty Kanchenjunga said hello, too soon. Over 7,000 feet above the earth’s conquering sea, before the final farewell of 2018’s only January, the midnight sky made way to let the snow-clothed peak take a silent peek to two pairs of eyes waiting, freezing in almost zero air, yet […]

s a n c t u a r y

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 […]

Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Mah Lima

Note to Self There’s no point in looking outside for things you should have inside. It will only bring you harm. Don’t put your happiness in a stranger’s hand. No matter how long you’ve been with someone, unless you’re both open to it, you never really know them. And even when they are, you still […]

April Coffee Date

Hello, my darlings! 🙂 I just figured that the last coffee date I posted was last November. (ugh). I so missed doing this, so please grab a chair. 🙂 I prepared a cuppa coffee, tea, or beer (if you want. :D) — CALM MARCH Finally, after epic roller coaster monthssssss, March has been so kind […]

Air Affair

Air Affair (Inspired by Air by Rayvon Owen) An air kind of affair. A love story that’s not even there. It left me wrecked. It left me bare. I was hurt but it’s okay. It made me better. It made me stronger. Thanks to you, my former lover. — 10.25.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: […]