Who Murders Halloween?

It wasn’t long ago that trick and treating was so much fun, where kids gather hanging around the streets with their specialized masks on creatively made by their doting moms for this occasion as their annoyed dads yelled over and complained   for a burnt cupcake in the oven or a dish uncooked. It wasn’t

Autumn Promise

    upon this bench under the autumn tree where gentle leaves of changing colors swiftly and beautifully fall and the breeze gust tenderly on my face as it bears tiny fine drops of water with every single one, a pledge of raindrops then i look up unto the sky, as cool air maneuvers the

Crescent Moon #writephoto #crescent #night-meets-day

i had you under a crescent moon where tiny raindrops and little sparkly lights are night’s mournful yet graceful norm the moon is in your eyes as it reflects back sun’s glorious light, not wanting to outshine the sadness within, as we await for the night to meet the day for up and ’till then,

Without You #writephoto#cloud

  I am a lonely wandering cloud, in an empty sky  without you     for Sue’s Thursday photo prompt: Clouded #writephoto my ebook is still available, thank you all to those who pre-ordered and just purchased…my love and gratitude always and forever. http://kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/after-rain-skies

I Miss You, It Hurts

“I gave up looking for someone who can make me laugh like you do”   i miss you because i miss myself when i am with you. i am my best self with you; i laughed the hardest, cried hopelessly, talked endlessly.   i miss our unending conversations. our silent moments. our pointless arguments.  

Smile #fantasy#writephoto

“each deepened creases in my smile is every beating moment of my heart, saying, i loved you then, and i love you now.”   If my smile could express what my heart wants to say, then you would know that everytime you look at me, I misses a beat, and I go heebie-jeebies.   You

August

I. August my dear, is the eight month of the year and in the Northern Hemisphere there’s so much fun in the sun, as they wait for summer to end autumn approaches, with hope just like you my dearest; you are the summer of my life warm, thoughtful, and caring you are my lovely falling

Is This How Trust Betrays? #writephoto#worn

Written for Sue: Thursday photo prompt: Worn #writephoto     how much of my generosity has made you the happiest that you are now? how much of my kindness has made you the confident that you are now? how much of my cheerfulness has made you the enthusiastic that you are now? how much of my

I Don’t Wanna Wait for Christmas #magic #security

  “I don’t wanna wait for December because every day with you is Christmas you are my Christmas magic. “     Every day with you, is new and exciting and mysterious. There is color everywhere red, green, gold, the world is eye candy. Love, passion and romance, and there’s aplenty everywhere. Couple this with

Just You, Me, A Cup of Tea And Our Symphony #whatdoyousee

For Sadje’s What Do You See? https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/07/27/what-do-you-see-40-27-july-2020/   “you are a lovely melody serenading my heart in a plethoric symphony”   The sound of my life was ultimately jarring, clashing, rasping, and boring. It has the saddest refrain. But you, my love, was the missing piece; the percussion that beats my heart out {and melts