Right and New

Your mom let me in with a warm smile painted on her lips. “You know the drill, my little man,” she said tapping my back as I come in. I smiled back and nod.

As usual, you are late. For almost two decades I have been waiting for you almost every day. Our parents are best friends so it is a given that we are too. We’ve been in the same school, same school bus, same everything since we are three year-old kiddos. We even used to bathed together. But of course, not anymore.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” you said with your questioning dark brown eyes.

I lifted my face and saw you kneeling just inches away in front of me. Our faces so close. You are wearing your usual plain shirt and faded jeans. Your usual pulled up raven black hair. Your usual no make-up look.

But the feeling coursing through me now is far from usual. The organ enthroned in my chest is swollen. Barely beating. Barely breathing.

This feels new and, goodness, it feels right.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash.com

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In response to Monday Morning Melts #7: The Script – Never Seen Anything “Quite Like You”. This is a prompt I am co-hosting with my dear friend Jade!

 

Book Review: My Heart and Other Black Holes by Jasmine Warga

46th – My Heart and Other Black Holes by Jasmine Warga

Rating:  (Good read, definitely!)

What is it about: Sixteen-year-old physics nerd Aysel is obsessed with plotting her own death. With a mother who can barely look at her without wincing, classmates who whisper behind her back, and a father whose violent crime rocked her small town, Aysel is ready to turn her potential energy into nothingness.

There’s only one problem: she’s not sure she has the courage to do it alone. But once she discovers a website with a section called Suicide Partners, Aysel’s convinced she’s found her solution: a teen boy with the username FrozenRobot (aka Roman) who’s haunted by a family tragedy is looking for a partner.

Even though Aysel and Roman have nothing in common, they slowly start to fill in each other’s broken lives. But as their suicide pact becomes more concrete, Aysel begins to question whether she really wants to go through with it. Ultimately, she must choose between wanting to die or trying to convince Roman to live so they can discover the potential of their energy together. Except that Roman may not be so easy to convince.

What I Love: I love the characters because the writer was able to make them both relatable. You feel them, their pain, their hopelessness and even as they fall in love.

The struggles of the two main characters are revealed in a heart tugging way.

This book will make you smile, it will make you laugh, and it will make you feel for more sensitive for teenagers who may be depressed.

What I Don’t Love Much: Nothing.

Wise Words:

“Depression is like a heaviness that you can’t ever escape.”

“Sometimes I wonder if gravity is the problem. It keeps us all grounded, gives us this false sense of stability when really we’re all just bodies in motion. Gravity keeps us from floating up into space, it keeps us from involuntarily crashing into one another. It saves the human race from being a big hot mess.”

“Maybe that’s what love really boils down to-having someone who cares enough to pay attention so that you’re encouraged to travel and transfer, to make your potential energy spark into kinetic energy. Maybe all anyone ever needs is for someone to notice them, to observe them.”

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©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo and Story Summary: Goodreads and Unsplash

Limerance

Limerance: A Lanterne*

I’m
not sure
if it’s love,
but heart skips for
you.

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©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash.com

Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)

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*The Lanterne is a shape poem, centered on the page to resemble the shape of a Japanese lantern. It originated as a nature poem, also called “shaped whimsy”, created by 20th century American Lloyd F. Merrell and described in Pathways for a Poet. The foundation of the shape is similar to the Crapsey Cinquain but with fewer syllables per line. The verse form can be found on line at Instant Poems for Kids. It can also be found, spelled Lanturne, at Shadow Poetry.

This can also be written in a chain. As with most chained verse since the Ancient Greek Echo Verse, the first word of the last line of the previous stanza becomes the first word of the next stanza.

The Lanterne is:

• a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
• syllabic, 1-2-3-4-1 syllables per line.
• is composed with no punctuation and no rhyme, each end-word should be strong.
• centered on the page. Since this is a concrete or shape poem, the length of the word on the page factors into the equation, syllable count is not enough to determine the selection.
• title optional.

 

I Remember

I remember how the wind comb your long black hair as we climb our favourite hill. I remember how your eyes brighten up as I give you wild flowers— your happy pills.

I remember our favourite tree. It stood firm and proud. While our young love’s too mute to be loud. I remember our spot. I’d lean my back against the wooden bark. You’d lay your head on my soft lap. You’d look up and seek my eyes. I’d stare back and realize— words aren’t needed, our singing eyes are enough.

I remember them all while you forgot them all.

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Word count: 100

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction

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In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for June 05, 2016.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

Enjoy more awesome stories here:

Bus Girl

Stealthy as she has always been, I almost jumped when she wrapped her delicate arms around me. Age has made it more difficult to stand in an almost jam-packed bus, but the whiff of her freshly bathe scent distracted me the most.

Oh, how time flies.

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It was my first day in a new school in a new place caused by a new dad. If only I could sneak some cash I’ll just go away, live on my own. I don’t like my new home, neither my newborn sister, neither this cranky old school bus, neither those dozens of wide judging eyes staring at me as I walked towards the back of the bus.

Throwing myself to the seat as the bus moved, I heard a soft yet hurt ‘ouch’.

Holy cow!

The almost-ghost girl looked up, I was silenced, stunned.

I guess I have something, someone, to like now.

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Word count: 150

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction

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In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for March 27, 2016.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

Enjoy more awesome stories here:

Puppy Love

My heart

has been yours

since were four.

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©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Favim

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Valentine Bug Bite #4

kilig?

❤

Dearest

I hate your attitude

that always wants to argue.

–

I hate your words

that you didn’t think through.

–

I hate it when you gaze

to women with body’s your amaze.

–

I hate it when you say sorry

for mistakes you’ve done repeatedly.

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But most of all, I hate myself,

because I still love you.

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I love how you waited for me

since we’re eight, maybe?

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You know I don’t like you,

but still you pursue.

–

Years have passed,

each of our relationships didn’t last.

–

And for some unknown reasons,

now, we’ve been together for seasons.

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I love how you stare at me,

as if I behold such stunning beauty.

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I love how you say I’m sexy,

though I am really chubby.

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I love how you understand,

when my bitch-self get out of hand.

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I love how you show love,

and I love how you love.

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Please know, I am grateful.

More than grateful, I guess.

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For five years, of love and mess.

For more years, God will bless.

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©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Newlovewallpapers

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DAY 1 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today, I am grateful for Joseph, my boyfriend for exactly five years now.

Our relationship is far from being perfect. But like what I’ve said in my story ‘Forever’s Ending’, relationships like marriage are choices that you made everyday.

We choose to be together, despite our quarrels and differences.

I am choosing to love him, though I’m having a hard time of forgiving his shortcomings, because I see him as the man I would want to marry someday.

And as long as I look forward to growing old with him, I’ll stay.

~