It's been a while since our last letter...
How have you been? How's things with the family?
I gotta tell you... I'm having the worst time in my life.
First of all, remember that guy I was back in High school? The one who always smiled, never stressed and was always on the edge of making jokes and people laugh?
Well, he's gone. Long gone.
Now, I'm a nervous, anxious guy, who has trouble with being himself and being who he is because "People" matters most for him that what he really is. I understand being myself is the most impoetant thing... And the one guy who accepts me for that... I keeo pushing him away.
Am I broken? Am I wrong? When did I started losing mys...
Hello Monday ,
You are such a beautiful day.. You are a hope of new surprise, you are a support to forget last weekend's mistakes, and you are here with all new journey ahead. So I never feel hating you...
You are good.
Life and death have a love greater than anyone can imagine.
life sends gifts...
death keeps them forever.
You'll know that I love you
When the wind is at your back
You'll know even more when it's against your face
Definitivamente estamos condenados a soñar, si lo vamos a hacer, al menos a hacerlo en grande ¿Por qué no creer que merecemos una vida próspera haciendo lo que amamos y amando la existencia que nos ofrece posibilidades? ¿Por qué te habrías de detener cuando ya hiciste lo más difícil que fue tomar las riendas de tu voluntad? Date la oportunidad de superar tus miedos, de mejorar en tu dedicación, de superar tu obra y tu trabajo, el mundo seguirá girando, ahora mismo se está escribiendo el libreto de tu película ¿Quién tiene el papel principal? ¿A dónde vas si fallas? ¿Y qué te reprochas del pasado? Tu temperamento es un arma de doble filo, y tu carácter la inspiración de rosas, lienzos, poemas ...
There was a time when I thought I didn’t have courage. That, when the time came, I wouldn’t stand up for what I believe in. I have read so many books where the main character makes such brave choices, and I used to try to imagine myself that way. It was scary, because, in my head, I could never do those things; make those choices. I guess I surprised myself when I stood up for myself, because I haven’t stopped thinking about it. It keeps me awake at night, but I don’t think it’s bad, I think I can’t sleep because my brain didn’t know I was this way either. I chose a life that I know will help me help others, and I know that it will take bravery, I just never knew I was made of it. E.SN.C.
Greetings from me! :) I know you're somewhere out there,maybe caught in a traffic jam :P, getting bored during lectures, baking a cake maybe (I like guys who cook :P) or even sleeping like a child peacefully not knowing someone else u don't know yet is writing pages about you. :) I'm just hoping whatever you're doing or wherever you are right now, you're happy knowing someone's crazy in love with all that you are.
Ya know what's so exciting about writing this letter? It's knowing I would get to meet you soon, get to know you better ^_^ so that we can spend even more time with each other.I know a lil about how you'd be. You'd be the sweetest person any girl would come across,s...
Her thoughts are like unguided winds wandering aimlessly through the mind, going beyond what the eye can see, soaring past what the heart can feel and deeper than the mind can think. She perceives beauty not with the eye, but with the heart with which it is felt and with the ear with which it is heard. There is no beauty, if there is not love, to her, they are one and the same. Grievances ache her even when they are not her own for she is pained by that which is unjust. She finds truth where others find doubt and she questions what others dare not. She is trapped by the limitations of mortality, always seeking, always wondering, always open to improbability for the impossible seems...
Tonight, I'm broken.
Tonight, I'm hurt.
Tonight, I beat myself up.
I knew better. I swear I did.
I knew better than to let you back in.
I knew better than to let my guard down.
I knew better than to be destroyed yet again.
I was there for you through everything and you still did me dirty.
I loved you when I shouldn't have.
I was there.
I should have left.
But love told me to stay.
Love told me it would get better.
Love lied to me.
Love deceived me.
Love didn't have my back.
When I was down and depressed, love was nowhere to be found.
I knew better.
I was told this would happen again.
I shouldn't have come to the rescue.
I should have ignored the calls.
Writers have bonded their heart with nature & will always find it lovin n will describe it unconditionally creative.
Amour gave me the secret of living with no fear.
Amour said "do everything insanely. What doesn't drive you crazy isn't worth doing. And, be the most gentle person you know for being gentle is the traits very few have".
Now during the day..I replaced work hard with Work Insanely and nights filled with loving crazily.
The Circus of Three Rings
I've struggled while I've juggled,
Orbs of hate and self-destruction.
Constructions of obstructions,
Confiscated life's productions.
An uninstructed deduction of the facts,
Are, in fact, not facts at all;
Just sprigs of fallacies on the wall,
A tale of which should not be tall,
Just a tactless, fact-less truth, is all.
And truthfully I often crawl,
Towards the hall of the enthralled.
Not accepting that I'll fall,
Or appallingly I'll stall,
Which I do. It's my fault.
Oh me, oh my,
This fault of mine.
Halt the harmony, time to time.
Time to time? No, all the time.
I don't have time for the sublime,
A victimless crime, this gall.
All in all, a...
Satchel full of paint cans, bags neath my eyes
A different life - rTS
I keep a distance from the lane that most people drive
I'm a separation, a divide, a walking stranger in a land of many oddities, I stay ready with the adrenaline and secrets I've kept
I know plenty of secrets and heard many things wandering by, still I refrain from entertaining the thoughts of many
Screening my View of clarity, not that it's the right way, or best
Still I don't pretend, I fear nothing in my path, for my feet are kept
Woken by the thoughts of His presence
I fear not walking in solitude
Time is what I fear, I have not the right idea of
So I ask for the wisdom
And persist in the favor
When it's d...
Mislaid into the marvels of the sky, I don't know why I always wander by
Meander by the night sky, under the beautiful stars
Walking in the night with my face full of scars
Leaving memories and times too far
What I am gonna do into a world of solitude
With the immense pride and a bulk of attitude
Love calls me back, she shouts out my ear bleed
My love's gone beyond all the greed
Joe & Preritaa
It's you - it has always been you all along. You are the first, you are the last, you are the ever after. You are my every strand of emotion - my ecstasy and agony, my beginning and end, my life and death - you are my everything. No matter where you go - be it to the stairway to heaven or the gates of hell, I'd follow you. In the parallel universe, in a twisted version of reality, in a million lifetimes - I'd still choose you. You are the one I want to spend my forever with, even if eternity does not exist. Life is you. Love is you.
Heartbreak seems so dramatical. Like a typical movie. The one gets his heart shattered by a ruthless person. The latter not caring about any feelings. Just ending it. All very abruptly. But that's not what happens. A heartbreak is the shrivelling of the holy rose petals, slowly. Their lives getting sucked out of them, being deprived of her smile which was their sunshine. Their everything. it's fade away, slowly and then all at once. It's like the way an old body releases it's soul. Like the yin just lost its yang. It's just like the no moon day. Where the whole sky is being as beautiful as possible misses it's main beauty. The beautiful moon. When everything seems so empty, when someone j...
There is no time....
there is no space.
It all bends in curves..
of our radiant smiles.
We spread harmony, we spread love..
we wander wide, for miles and miles.
The people who can’t see the galaxy’s in your eyes aren’t worth it. You are made of star dust and you can’t tell me that looking at a star filled sky isn’t beautiful. You are beautiful. You are your own universe, there is not a fire that could burn brighter than you. Your skin is that of rose petals and thunderstorms, you light up the night sky and bring colour to the lives of people around you. You are worth it. You are beautiful.
Starry starry night, I wish for all the storms to just pass by and leave them all untouched.
Starry starry night, I wish for my other half to come back She’s been out for quite a while I want to know what she looks like now.
Starry starry night, I wish to finally talk to Mr. Tomorrow His brother, Mr. Yesterday keeps on coming back here Because their friend, Mr. Present is lost and cannot be found.
Starry starry night, I wish we could just see one another As souls rather than bodies Oh, can you imagine how lovely would that be?
Starry starry night, I wish people could view the world through my lenses And see that it's more of yellow than blue Can mankind just have a common eye sight proble...
Yet the BACKSPACE
Had the longest story.
You're so hard on yourself. Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life, at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that widened you, at the suffering that strengthened you. Despite everything, you still grow. Be proud of this.
Broken, but we have unity.
I guess this is how I see the lettrs community, not that we are hopeless, but the fact we are here and growing and expressing with, to, and for each other, we have togetherness, a unity.
Thank you pooja for the prompt.
Araceli, I love you for how you make me feel when I am with you. Spinning, twirling, and twisting with an illusion for tomorrow, no matter what.
Imagining, somewhere out there,
in two gardens, we’re growing alone.
But a boy and his mother pluck us and take us home,
and that somewhere we’re still together, in a flower vase.
That would make me happy.
Come back, my love.
I wait for you,
in a hope that you would give the
art of me,which you took away long ago.
Or just, come and conquer another part again.
I would lose myself.
Just to have you.
Me dear, Hi its me again.
Open the door!
How long will stay hidden from the world now, huh?
You will have to come out one day. You know that right?!? Then why not now?
What are you afraid of?
That people will judge and if they find you inferior,they'll reject you?
Well, that's true... They might really do so but don't be afraid of that...
Because you know, people reject every thing that is beyond their understanding.
They will call you weird and what not..
But you must remain as you are. You must never let yourself change for anybody else.
Someday, people will realize what a star they have lost and will come back to you.. Someday people will realize your importance and then they will ac...
When you're broken, you drown and disperse into pieces and conceal yourself in those sea shells, in the realm of that goddamn ocean. I would have to abdicate my thrown, dive deep and collect you in parts. I succeeded in finding the last piece of you, disregarding my wounded body, and that's your heart, which resides in that grand finale part of the gold plated sea shell between those soft hands of the mermaids. My soul escapes tearing my body apart, to capture your heart within me and returns back into myself. Bleeding, I see myself getting merged with the ocean. Before losing my last breathe, I put all your parts together, fixing all your intricacies. I found you in your entirety, I lost ...
A star placed in a befuddled constellation,
Twinkling across the whole cosmic area.
Chasing dancing drowning and raising,
Midnight, you caress me.
Halfway you embarrass me.
Though you left paralyzing my heart,
And tearing me apart.
Becoming an art might would have been a easier part.
Red, white, and blue in the sky,
Can't you fathom the depth featured in my eyes?
My supernova made me blind,
the distance between us, could blew away their mind.
My love is like the cosmos,
easily scrutinized but left unexplored.
remember how we first met, dear? no? really? ok, let me jog you through the memory lane.
it was rainy day.
you were wearing your fave shirt and that A-shape skirt (how did i know the name of your skirt, that's another story to tell).
you were drenching wet, yet your excited aura has captured my attention.
we haven't knew each other, at that time.
i overheard of you and your girls chat.
then i heard you were going to go soon.
i started to walk towards you and bumped into you.
i acted cool.
you were a bit over panic of how i drop of my things (yes, dear. i assured you that you are still cute even you're panic).
i tried to stall you, so you don't leave too soon. but ...
You have been a complex entity to understand, even for me. Many a times you have shown impeccable insight and discretion in the gloomiest of situations and sometimes made a low impact when the things were expected highly from you.
Your quest to develop as a person of deep intellect and wisdom is showing results but at the same time the veil of anger and ignorance has been a challenge for the persons around you.
The situations where your performances have been miserable had opened your mind for the best possible options for you, but most importantly they had made you know how to stand and come clear off the moments of agony.
You as a person, neither wants to be overestimated nor ...
Look at you.
Who would've thought that you'll make it this far.
Who would've thought that you'd be in this situation now?
I'm so glad you didn't give up a few years back.
I am so proud of you.
And make sure you'll make me proud again after 5, 10 years maybe?
Just always remember this in everything you do: be yourself, even if no one believes in you.
I know you can do it. Just believe.
I love you.
You have stayed with me when times were good & when I thought there was no hope.
For over 2 decades I can say I trust you deeply and have full faith in you. You only want the best from me , because eventually we both are the same. Many say two bodies one soul. But you are me and I am you.
I strive for the perfection you have planned. You are the guiding light that steers me clear.
If there was ever anyone I would love more it would be , myself.
I love you ,
From myself to me. I know you will never leave me.
I love you not because of what you have and how you look. I love you because of Who You Are.
I love you not by the accountability of gain or loss, I love you because of your strength to stand firm on what you believe.
I love you because you know how to convert suffering into life learning lessons.
I love all your perfect imperfections.
And after reading some soul,
I was able to figure out a number of clues, answers. It wasn't that i was against meeting female soul or getting married, the point where i kept shocking choking was when it came to involving the parents and making the official announcement.
Meeting the girls, one by one and then fear of rejection, like a fearfull scary dream !!
Anyway , the more i think about the preplanned process, the more confused i get.
STAMP STORY (v1)
Drip, drip, drip.
The ink, it falls upon the page,
Blotting out words from
A previous age.
To edit, to write, to think, to be,
Wipe away the past with glee.
More ink falls and
Smudged palm wipes,
Smearing ink across old gripes.
To stop and ponder task at hand,
One could say: a needless stand.
Fresh paper and quills,
Or pencil and pen,
One could start fresh,
Ready to begin.
Yet, drip, drip, drip...
The ink, it falls,
Your forgotten self bawls.
These tears, they drip,
Much like the ink.
But you know not of this,
That "you" is extinct.
However, no, that can't be true,
Extinct birds don't cry,
Nor, then, could you.
Unaware of this, you watch the ink,...
"Umbrella : A short story"
I hated rainy season. Although I liked the early monsoon showers and it's petrichor.
I had a broken umbrella which I was planning to mend since few days. Two blocks away from my society, there sits a man on a roadside, who repaired small household items and earned his livelihood.
I took out my jacket and went for a walk holding my umbrella. I wished it didn't rain as morning was cloudy and DARKNESS was gripping my hope. As I reached the man, he asked,
"Yes Sir, how may I help you... ", I just realised he had all the tools wrapped in a LINE of polythene bags.
"Why are all your items wrapped in those polythene ..."
"Because it s...
Naughtiest Untold Story:-*HoneyMoon Night* by an Unexperienced Writer !! -Unwan Qazi
No doubt !! Read above 👆 I never experience Hahaha :p
Its a joyous event when your wife steps out of lavatory wearing a Sexiest Inner and having slightly fearful expression while holding a Hard Stick :p
Now get ready for the Heavy Night *Scream* beat beat and beat ........
A Man who 've a Single Night to express or prevent from a Scary Women 😂...
Otherwise a Single word 'll definatly ruin you deeper hard af.
*Divorced* or *Broken Night*
Best thing is your Wife demand *Dhokla* and that time you be like , WHAT!!! 😂
Your Mind jammed now , your Neurons *Na bhai Humse Na hoga * or *Tujhse bhi Nhi* 😂😂
Chemistry is another mystery .
Like a bond share by two , sometimes it may be *Trio*
Who affect ? Neither she nor I but between us the *THIRD* one .
She finds her world in my eyes,
I find my heart in her eyes,
The way she smile, The way she speak
I find myself in another world
World isn't mine but she promise we'll make our new world , full of joy , Love , happiness.
I blindly trust , trust and trust .
Her face recognise my soul,
We're two but act *One*
She describe me as her sin,
I describe her as my beauty, who make me , who push me to achieve my Goals,
Now i feel I'm on 9 Scale after 0,
All credit goes to her,
She evolve me ,
She 'nt with me anymore,
She find a new path ,
Time : 5:00 Am.
Location: Lettrs theatrical
"dip dop dip
The Sound of water tip
One on my head, one on the hair
Game of rain started from my head
I am getting wet because clouds are brightening dry
The Feeling is so Suspicions to heal at the grim
Sometimes I think why I get blink
when a water flip on my body, it flop the change in me
Sometimes I know why I get rain
to feel for the nature to heal for the time
This is my season to give you the reason
why monsoon is my best friend for the life.
#StampChallenge from Pooja
Maria Frost & Alexander Coco
The morning had seen its very first murmurs of a cold snap, but had witnessed its fair share of shouting and violence contained within the up and coming neighborhood. Maria awakens near the ninth hour to the ungodly sound of a family argument that shook her hello kitty blankets to the floor. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, today after all was supposed to be a joyous occasion. It was finally here, the day she has been dreaming about since she first laid eyes upon the pictures of her mother and grandmothers incredible quinceanera. Its was her time to be queen, to be a woman and she couldn’t be mo...
#StampChallenge from Lady Letterist
There's something to be said about a man that can take the simplest of words and turn them into odious thorns of destruction. It all seemed like a world I could no longer be apart of....but ..I've become corrupted. His evil convictions overturned the morality of good vs evil, which in turn altered my reality into some sort of pseudo fantasy that seductively spawned from the inner clockwork of his mind.
That is how the world looked for me; this is how I came to be.
Killer, killer 💀
The Serial Psychologist
By Vyncent Black
It's SEIZE THE DAY WEDNESDAY!
We are only confined by the walls we build ourselves. Whatever it is we want to do, we should do it today because there are only so many tomorrows and opportunities don't always come twice.
Say it with stamps and letters. Martha (#55555) just announced 12 new papers are up for us to use. There are Featured Writing Prompts to engage in and a new Featured Writer to congratulate.
Spread the joy and the love like it's confetti! Write your hearts out!
Good vibes and Warm Hugs from San Diego! Seize the day!
All my love,