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Wake me

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Wake me
Let my skin radiate with your every single touch
That the stars shining above would shy away from my iridescence
And the moon—grand and dazzling— would smile at us
Make my thoughts run wild as I curl inside your arms
Dreaming, wishing, and hoping that forever it will be you and I
Let me fill my head with stories and memories of us
Wake me
Let my smile reach from ear to ear as I wake up by your side
Staring at those enticing deep brown eyes, breaking through my senses
I would love spending my every waking day with you
Let me greet the world with love, hope, full of faith and see the beauty
Even in very little things; make me believe that goodness still exist
Allow me to believe that I am strong, smart, and beautiful
And when I have risen from the ashes like a phoenix
And have danced round the fire like a moth
Let me thank you for waking me.
Thank you for waking
The beauty inside
Of me.


Written for Creative Talents Unleashed Inspiration Call.

MicroPoetry Phrase Challenge: WAKE ME

The phrase challenge allows the writer to flex their creative dexterity, and imagination skills by taking a group of two or more words, and building a poem/short story around it.

This poem/short story can be on any topic in any meter or line length, it can be in any form ( Sonnet,couplet.Free verse,Narrative) just as long as it contains the prompt phrase of the day.

Jealousy

In response to Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge.

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In tears,
I wished you’re mine.

Sunday Ride

In response to Sunday Photo Fiction’s weekly prompt.

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Sunday morning started out well as the sun came slanting through the blinds. It was one of those impossibly gorgeous mornings of perfect temperature and light breeze— not a cloud in the sky. Sarah found her bedroom slippers and shuffled to the kitchen to pour her a cup of coffee, looking forward to a laid-back day.

From the kitchen window, she watched a heron glide above sun-drenched water and couldn’t help a smile. “Beautiful”, she said.

“So are you.” replied a voice that she knew very well. Turning around, she met a pair of smiling blue eyes— the same old eyes she fell in love with three decades ago.

“What are you wearing?!” she shrieked, staring at her husband wearing a top hat, waistcoat, long jacket, and polished shoes, “you look like a man from the sixties.” His lips creased to a smile, “My wife, I am a man from the sixties,” he answered, “Come on out, I have a surprise for you.” He led her outside, his hands covering her eyes.

Standing in front of the house, his hands left her eyes while his gaze led her to his surprise. On the ledge, beside their bedroom window, is an old penny farthing that brought her a wave of nostalgia. “Ohh, Tom, you fixed it.”

“Happy 30th anniversary, dear,” he whispered and planted a kiss on her cheeks, “now go on and change, your ride’s waiting.”

Word Count: 236


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.

PS. It’s been a while since I joined tale-weaving prompts. It’s great to be back. 🙂

Enjoy more stories here:

To a love signed and sealed

I remember a girl I once knew. She’s a kind and gentle one, almost too good to be true. She loves her family more than anyone else and her friends more than herself. She treats everyone nicely and have such strong faith in God. I‘ve always admired her, envy her even for I know I can never have a heart as pure as hers. I almost couldn’t believe we’d be very good friends and it’s something that I’ll forever be grateful with.

I remember all our dreams, all those genuine wishes of a beautiful future and even the crazy, far-fetched ones. All those innocent dreams we marvel that the stars in the night sky bear witness– the lives we‘re gonna live, the jobs we’re gonna have, person we’re gonna be, and the love we’re gonna find.

Love. Love is something I am yet to understand but it is something that I am glad she has found. I could still remember her first smile as a woman in love and her tears as her heart broke into pieces. I couldn’t be any more proud seeing her battle the fears and doubts of falling in love. She made me believe in second chances, a chance to allow yourself be happy again.

Then came her knight in shinning armor. Everybody knows how much he loves her. It, too, was quite a wait and I admire him for that. My hopeless romantic in a nutshell celebrates in delight as these two love birds sealed their promise of love.

 

I wish you well on your day 1 Mr. and Mrs. Ladera and to the days onwards. Sorry Ritch. There is a myriad of memories and feelings that words cannot condense and it‘s somewhat frustrating that I cannot say this to you myself. I’m afraid I‘ve never been a good friend enough because lately I haven’t seen neither your smiles nor your tears. Unlike before, I know nothing about anything anymore. I hope you forgive me and I hope know that I love you. Always. It breaks my heart not being able to hug you on your special day. I missed so many things yesterday, most of all, I missed seeing how happy you are. I promise, though, to see you through your happily ever after from now on. God bless you and JJ. 😥 ❤


Credits to Ralph Piezas for taking these photos. Beautiful. Thank you.

When I’m braver…

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The birds sang and the sun embraced the crowd with warmth and welcome. He was pacing slowly as he marvel the beauty of what nature has to offer when he heard a familiar voice calling out his name.

“Jaaaaaaays! Hurry! Look! God, this place is beyond beautiful.”

He looked around and found her at the center of the hanging bridge across the towering waterfalls. It’s Ella. She was eagerly watching the teeming waters; her eyes glisten in delight as she gave him her sweetest smile that took his breath away.

“Jaaaaaays. I love it! This is the best birthday ever!” Ella screamed as she gave him a bear hug. “Hey brave man, I know you’re afraid of heights, come on hold my hand.”

He looked into her eyes and thought, “One day, when I am a braver man, I will tell you how I feel and ask you to be mine. But until that day, I’m your bestfriend.”

Their hands then interlocked and for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time, he wondered if she, too, was in love with him.


Here’s for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam. If you’d like to view other entries, click the little blue frog below:

I wonder…

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I wonder

if I cross the oceans
would you be on the other side?
if I ask the heavens
would you stay by my side?
if I shout it out loud
would you hear me calling?
if I cry your name
would you know I’m falling?

Wounded

Photo credits: Ching Falcone

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My heart is broken and shattered
Terribly bruised and scarred
Absurdly hurt and blundered
Still forgetting him is so damn hard

I miss his sweet gentle kisses
As the sunshine touches my skin
He hugs me just as he pleases
And leads me to places I’ve never been

If only I could write the story of us
Collect the mem’ries and create our collage
Sketch our lives swiftly and fast
Erase the blots and clear all the smudge

I might not see you as often as I like,
Or even hold your hands every night
But deep in my heart I know that it’s true,
Forever and more is my love for you…

The Four-leaf clover

Photo credits: Ching Falcone

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As the cold morning breeze kisses on my cheeks
Upon seeing you, a familiar chill on me sneaks
My past and present fought to a bitter-sweet end
Then came realization, this heart has yet to mend

Astounded when our eyes met, I don’t know what to do
It’s been five years and counting since I let go of you
I know it will be lie to say that the feeling’s gone
When I could spend the day staring at you beneath the sun

I was left dumbfounded, couldn’t utter a single word
My courage sank to zero; I seem to have lost my sword
You too was left surprised, you couldn’t even move
So I guess I better leave and dash to my abode.

I Wish I Knew You Back Then

I wish I knew you when we were younger. When life was simpler than it is now and our only responsibility was just being kids. We might even have more time to spend with each other without worrying too much about school. You could have taken me to Neverland.

I wish I knew you when we were teens. When everything about life gets a whole lot confusing, exciting, terrifying, and beautiful. We would have been partners in crime in both learning and fooling around. You could have saved my JS Promenade and Sweet Eighteen.

I wish I knew you when we were tossing graduation caps in the air. When we didn’t know what lies ahead in the real life and we were set to follow our dreams. We would have talked about the future, our plans, and laughed at how we’re finally getting older. You could have given me a high five.

I wish I knew you when we were getting our first paycheck. When our hearts were filled with pride and joy of surviving complete independence. We might have partied all night and celebrated it with delight. You could have paid all the bills.

And lastly…

I wish I knew you when my heart was unscathed. When I haven’t recklessly given it to someone who’s not even worth it. When I still have every piece of me– no bruises, no scars. You could have handled it with utmost care.

I wonder what it would be like if our paths crossed a bit earlier. I wonder who we’d be if we’re together. Maybe I’d like to see how much we’ve changed and how much remained the same. Maybe I just want to spend a little more time with you. Or maybe I just want to see if we would like each other at that point in time. Either way, I wish I knew you back then.

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