Weekly Writing Prompt: Fragment

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Broken promises, shattered dreams
Heart and mind torn into pieces
Fragments of our shared memories
Cracks all around, everything’s in a mess
Through it all, I shine the brightest.

 

I have yet to find my muse this week but I still decided to force myself in writing at least. Thank God, I checked my inbox and found this ‘Weekly Writing Prompt Challenge‘ from a friend blogger, Kiwinana of Ramblings of a Writer.

Here’s my take, hopefully, you enjoy reading it. I would be delighted to read your thoughts or comments! Good Monday, everyone!

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3Line Tales 44: Take Me

Five hours, forty-eight minutes
I’ve waited at the spot we first met
Fading image of you, my eyes wet

 

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photo by: Andre Benz

 

 

 

Hooray! Time for Three-lining again. I am more than excited to share my take on this wonderful blogging activity. You may want to join the fun of writing and reading brief stories or poems inspired by stunning photo prompts. For instructions, kindly click here or visit Sonya’s blog, Only 100 Words.

Have a great day, everyone!

TANKA: Forbidden

 

We bump into each other
As if we’re total strangers
When no one’s around
Even seconds we would steal
Burn with passion, love unveiled.

 

***TANKA Poem is very similar to Haiku but it has more syllables and it uses simile, metaphor, and personification. There are five lines in a Tanka.

 

 

TANKA: Athletic

 

A man with iron fist
With a built, I could not resist
My world crumbles, my mind, twist
As soon as our eyes met
He won me over without a bet.

 

***TANKA Poem is very similar to Haiku but it has more syllables and it uses simile, metaphor, and personification. There are five lines in a Tanka.

 

TANKA : Coincidence

 

He came after her
Not knowing what life has to offer.
He said this is no coincidence
True love always finds its way.
She said, his mind is in disarray.

 

***Tanka poem is very similar to Haiku but it has more syllables and it uses simile, metaphor, and personification. There are five lines in a Tanka.

 

 

 

 

Beyond Hope #SoCS

beyond.jpgI have never felt this cold before. It’s as if I am inside a refrigerator waiting to be frozen to death and to meet oblivion. I feel more than numb, the excruciating pain I felt a couple of minutes ago is gone. I fell into a deep slumber. But before my consciousness left me, I finally utter my last prayer, that if ever fate would be kind enough to wake me up, I would be given a chance to find the man of my dreams alone and free.

 

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I ache to see his eyes burn for me, so intense that it could melt my heart in seconds. I want to feel the warmth of his touch, that lingering embrace that makes me feel secure. I would love to see us holding hands in public. Kissing me softly in front of other people. I would like to show the whole world that he is mine and I am his. That our love could outshine even the hotness of the sun.

 

Greetings!

This is in response to a Saturday blogging event hosted by Linda G. Hill entitled, Stream of Consciousness Saturday 

This may be late but better be late than never. Cheers!

Fondness for Him

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I never felt safe and warm with someone other than him. Whenever I feel anxious and panicky, I just think of leaning my head on his shoulder or putting my face on his chest while I take a deep breath and everything seems to be alright.

Do you believe that the best love is unexpected? That you just don’t pick someone and cross your fingers that it’ll work out? That love, at first sight, is but a tip of the ice burg? When I talk and notice the way his lips curve when he smiles or the glow in his eyes while he listens to me without batting an eyelash. But of course, love is more of a decision not just feelings. When the other person becomes difficult to deal with and yet you stayed, that’s when you’ll know that it’s love. Genuine love is selfless and full of hope.

Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love…

This really beats me. Whenever I encounter a place we’ve been, I can’t help but reminisce everything we’ve shared. His smell still lingers in our bed, and even in my head. I crave for his presence now that we’re a thousand miles apart and I doubt if I could ever love this way again.

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