​Fetch me a bucket of stories
And shower me with every kind of tales
Which all the pores of my skin will sip
They will be buried in the core of my bones
I will be moved as my whole being shivers
Until I can no longer breathe
And you will just watch me with two wide eyes
As my earthly body explodes
Turning into an endless ocean of stardust
Where you can drown and be one with me

© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2017.

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Entry #7

Lying flat on the concrete floor
With all your dreams scattered around
Like glitters that sparkle from afar
You live around them
You shine with them
But then you just lay flat
You are not even your dream yet
Not even a bit of it yet
And just went on
Lying on the concrete floor

© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2017.

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017 Entry # 5

Little by little the sun rays making waves
Running and rushing down to the ground
Where we stand with dreamlike stares
The horizon is aglow, burning, sparkling
Our souls are racing out from our eyes
Heading towards the less travelled path
With our bodies drenched out of blood
We walk back to the place of buildings and blocks
Hollowed, lifeless, hopeless, and dreamless

Inspired by a video clip I watched about how the dictates of society rob us of our creativity and dreams.
© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2017.

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017 Entry #3

Inspired by Hanna Schmitz from the novel The Reader

Let her spirit float
Above all the letters and words
And books and poems and songs
She cannot read on her own

Remember the moments passed
When she asked someone to read outloud
All the books and words and songs
She cannot read on her own

It’s a secret she cannot tell
Would rather be jailed than to reveal
Her dark secret and lies
On how she cannot read on her own

Now she is free and light
And her body not held tight
She welcomed death on a stride
So she can read on her own
© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2017

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Entry #2

Little birds fly high

The sky’s so deep to fathom

When will the rain start to pour?

NOTE: I really want to respond to the prompt from http://www.napowrimo.net, but I think I’m not ready yet. I’ll just write the way I fee like writing one. 

© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2017