Tag Archives: Memories

This Song I Write

Posted on January 16, 2015 by shardsofruby

Words like winter with tunes of a raven’s call, a memoir of the sombre passage of time. Words deeper than the ocean and melodies of desolation – this song I write for our tragedy called destiny. It was lights dimming … Continue reading →

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Number Game

Posted on January 14, 2015 by shardsofruby

6 degrees of separation makes fools of the best of us. There is 14km between you and 6060km between your souls. (Un)fortunately, he is also $748, 3hours 40 minutes, and 2581km across the South China Sea from you. 9 years of unresolved emotions later, be … Continue reading →

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Doesn’t Feel Like Wasted Time

Posted on January 3, 2015 by shardsofruby

12nn. “Not my phone. Why is this tone so strangely familiar?” You recognise that tone from a long time ago. It’s one of those messengers from a long long time ago, also someone else’s ringtone. You turn to see a living, … Continue reading →

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Winter Romance

Posted on December 13, 2014 by shardsofruby

“Do you write?” He asked. “Yes.” She replied. *** Ruby red parting velvet lips, bodies warming against the icy wind. The amber glows brighter as the night grew deeper, the hunger of the coyote grows. He said, “I want you … Continue reading →

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Love of My Life

Posted on June 17, 2014 by shardsofruby

The taste of whiskey lingers on my tongue as I watch the cigarette between your fingers burn out, slowly but surely, like the memory of our life in your mind. They say it’s better to have loved and lost than … Continue reading →

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Last Night

Posted on May 8, 2014 by shardsofruby

Your form glided across my consciousness, crashing into the reality of day while the rays seeping in from between the thick folds of marigold velvet warms the fluff we call bed. While fingers run through the softness of your hair … Continue reading →

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