Poem: Tritina – “Soft Comes The Breeze.” #wordhighjuly #poetry #amwriting #amihan


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Soft comes the breeze upon my face, 

Feather light kiss, sighing in sleep;

Drowsing in light, rustling of sheets.

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Drowsing in light rustling of sheets,

Soft comes the breeze upon my face;

Feather light kiss, sighing in sleep.

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Feather light kiss, sighing in sleep, 

Drowsing in light, rustling of sheets;

Soft comes the breeze upon my face.

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Inspire Me Monday Linky Party #90 | Mostly Blogging


Hey make sure you add your link of choice to the link up to share your writing. Also, check-out some other blogs 🙂

Welcome to the Inspire Me Monday Linky Party for July 18. We are so happy to see you here! Featured Posts My first choice for Featured Post went to How to Reduce Anxiety with Bullet Journaling. The post didn’t seem to be about anxiety to me. The article was about how to use paper (which […]

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Poem: Lune – “The Stalker.” #amwriting #wordhighjuly #poetry #kundiman



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You never let me go, 

Always following me.

My life spent hiding away.

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You’d like it if I wrote, 

Our love song, 

But it doesn’t even exist.

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Delusions are your way handling, 

A fantasy ideal;

Get away from me please.

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So tired of you following,

Me around at —

Work and school; you stalker.

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I’ve told you more than, 

Once or twice, 

There is no us; okay?

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I’ve never loved you ever, 

Never lead you, 

To believe I liked you.

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You’re thick in the skull, 

And smothering me; 

Let me live life free.

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Begin your story somewhere away, 

Leave me alone;

They’re other girls out there.

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I’ve a boyfriend and brother, 

Who will make, 

You see double; so leave —

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This girl be; you’re causing, 

Me such fear;

Afraid to be left alone.

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Keep your hands to yourself, 

You always try, 

Getting me alone, hurting me.

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The restraining order, respect it.

I’ll press charges, 

Obsessive, unpredictable, stalker please go.

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Leave me alone; I can’t —

Sleep at night,

Knowing you’re below my window.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Part 2 – Nineteen-Years-Later #amwriting #flashfiction


Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. 

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A Mixed Bag

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“What are you writing Uncle?” Chad asked Sam.”And why’re you using a calligraphy pen? Carry that in your back pocket?”

“Chad, you shouldn’t be joking.You’re going to give this letter to a trusted bicycle courier. My friend I’m writing can help us; he knows my writing. Pretend the courier outside the hotel side entrance is a buddy.” Sam instructed.

Chad grabbed the letter. “I have a lot of questions Uncle Sam, about my Dad and about why we’re in trouble.” 

Sam nodded. “Go meet the courier, then we’ll talk. I’ll sweep the room for bugs while you’re gone again. I don’t think they’re any, otherwise . . .” 

Chad gulped, quickly leaving the hotel room. He walked to the side entrance of the hotel expecting a guy his age on a bike. 

Instead, he found a trashed bicycle. There was no courier, only drops of blood.

Chad ran as fast he could back to his hotel room terrified. He thought he had taken the right turn, but when he turned around he saw he was at room 395 and not 305. 

“Are you lost hon?” A smiling hotel maid asked him.

“I’m fine.” 

“No you’re not. You are definitely not fine Chad.” A deep voice said.

Chad peered behind him to see his Uncle Sam standing there. Sam shot the maid through the head and collected a gun the maid had hidden in her uniform.

“You can’t trust anyone.” Uncle Sam told Chad harshly.

Chad followed his Uncle out of the hotel, clutching the calligraphy written letter in his hand. 

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Please see Part 1 here.

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