I've found someone who looks at me and feels love. I've found someone who let's me cry about the feelings that have haunted me. I've found that someone who let's me know I'm the better one. I'm the one. When he looks at me, I see our future. When he speaks, I hear his sincerity. When he touches me, I feel his obsession and desire. He's my last. My heart will never grow any bigger than it has with him. Knowing this, knowing that I have this love, why do I still hesitate? I know the answer. I know it's because of my past. I know it's because I don't trust myself to give the last piece I have left, but it feels like I already have. It feels like he has all of me and all I have left are the ghost...
I am at a point in my life where i am alone
I feel weak and i wanna go to someone and cry out loud
But i feel like a burden to all the people around me
A burden to certain people
Because i am a part of their past
A burden to certain people
Because i am too new to them
A burden to certain people
Because they are already so worried
And certain people who will always be there
Because of the distance that exists
I cant share my feelings
I cant find a shoulder to lean on
If waiting means to be with you forever..
I vl wait for forever..
When your face becomes CRIMSON
I know you need SHADE and WARMTH
Yet I often show you an ICY mood
As I'll give you permanent shade.
He came to me with his wounds expecting me to heal them, not knowing, both of us, after a lot bleeding, suffering and bearing a lot of pain, that he’s the only one who can heal his own wounds and all what I was left with is his blood on my skin and clothes.
Your eyes hold everything that i am looking for..
Like a dream
Escaping myself from reality..
Never wanting to wake up
I want the dream to come back again & again..
People always tend to leave,
Especially those that promise they won’t
You didn’t promise you wouldn’t leave
You just promised you would stay
-Silence In Echos
so many people are competing to love you
so many people are competing to get your heart
so many people are competing to win your heart
but you realize that it's not easy
Because you basically love them all
And you don't want to hurt their feelings
but do they understand your heart's anxiety?
anxiety caused by the amount of love that comes to you
do you understand that they are suffering with you will be difficult if you reject them?
do you think what you are doing now is the best way
love them without giving more hope
but how long will you behave like this
do you deserve for those who love you?
this question is always raging in my heart
against my conscience
drown my common sense
Betrayed by time
Its sanguine flow
Into poisoned water
And all I can do
Is lay here lifeless
Thinking of you. JD
#BetrayedByTime #JanuaryFields #WritingPrompts
Dreams do come true
And I realize it
Every time I look at you
- Shefali Dang
Even when it’s dark and you can see the mist of the evening, you take the time to reflect on what tomorrow will bring. You don’t want to focus on the days past or to much on the present as the day has already gone. But tomorrow may hold the key to a brighter future. Admire the dark skies and the beauty it brings with it. Tomorrow will be a new day, and even if it rains or if the sun shines you have to opportunity to be the light for many more people.
Each day is an opportunity to do something new and something that will bring you joy for the days to come. Spread love, kindness and be grateful for the life you have. Positivity will get you a lot further.
stay with me and am damn sure we'll find one day "The Love" in each other.
I’m not looking for that mediocre love story
I’m waiting until my heart sours with even a simple touch
When I think about them day and night
2 in the morning or 2 in the afternoon
And I know it because I’ll feel it
And I haven’t felt that way in far too long
I sit awake thinking about sleeping, wishing sleep would come faster.
I want to dream about you, dreaming is the closest we can be.
Days are hard on me, nights are harder.
I grip your blanket as I try to sleep.
Tossing and turning until I fall into your arms.
Your body close to mine, your arms holding me tight.
Your lips touching mine.
Your voice echoing in my head.
How I dread waking up.
Waking up without you hurts in ways words fail to truly express.
My heart is constantly aching.
My world feels empty.
My dreams keep me grounded.
Sleep makes me feel alive.
Let sleep take me away, until we meet again....
Love is not meant to be broken up,
Love thyself, always keeps your relationship going stronger.
The moment you decide to Break-up
Remember, u r breaking your own self
That someday even if you want to,
You will not be able to mend.
I have writers block. It's like I've been cruising along a highway and suddenly there is an accident and there's nothing I can do but wait for it to be cleared out. That's what is happening in my mind right now, there's something that's blocking me from reaching my creative vices. And all I can do right now is wait...
For now I'm just going to read lettrs written by others and look for some inspiration.
We were 13 years old.
Two starry eyed kids. Learning about ourselves through trial & error.
Just two kids who spent a summer falling in love & creating the lasting memories of First Loves & First Kisses.
You possess so many of my “firsts.” My memory is saturated by them.
Two kids falling in love.
Spending the days by the lake & nights under the stars.
We said good-bye that summer, hoping to see each other again, knowing we may never meet again...
Fast forward 5 years. 17 years old. The last summer of true innocence. Loosing that innocence with you. Under those same stars we fell in love under all those years ago. The absolute certainty that we were “meant to be.” So certain of that fut...
Observing Mental Health Awareness month...
How are you...REALLY!¿?
I'm guilty of it as are most I believe, the tendency to autoreply when asked how we are. Sadly it's because of my mental health issues that I do this, after all who really cares if I'm silently dying inside? Who really wants the real response when the question itself, is almost just as often as the reply is, an automated nicety that society has employed as an acceptable greeting. A few years ago I decided I was tired of hearing myself on repeat every time I was asked how I was, especially since my response was probably one of the BIGGEST lies of my life! I'm not fine! Hell I'm not even close to ok! I now usually reply wi...
there are people who seem made
to brighten up the bad days,
those with soft hearts
who have a way of turning storms
into a rain that calms the ache
i am a snowfall soul made for winter,
but you are the sunset in spring
making me feel safe in your warmth
(you showed me the beauty of summer)
Note on Fridge
Found on the Refrigerator One Morning: My Dear Wife,
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 57 years old, can no longer satisfy.
I am very happy with you, and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel.
Please don't be upset -- I shall be home before midnight.
When the man came home late that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table:
My Dear Husband,
I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 57 years old. I would like to take this o...
Sometimes I like to lie down in the rain and let my tears turn into drops
Life reminds me of rain
Or should I say that the other way
Rain reminds me of life
Which ever way to me they are the same
They can truly ruin your day
Or show you the value of the little things
Cause we all would be dead without rain
Yet no one likes walking around wet all day
However I could just be strange
And not truly understand anything
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,
College has been a hard thing. I want to thank all of you on here who have given my writing any form of support. I love all of you. I don’t know many of you, but your support has helped my growth.
I’ve been working through a depression streak with the passing of a close friend, and ceased my writing for close to a year. But I am back and wanting to write and grow further.
For all of you here for the journey, I thank you.
Here’s to you, and here’s to another year of poetic growth.
Cuando era pequeña me encantaba levantar piedrecillas del suelo. Algunas por su forma, otras por su color. Algunas más porque eran el recuerdo del lugar donde había estado. Un buen día caminando con papá me dio una piedra (de bolsillo) me recalcó.
Y me dijo una frase que me iba a acompañar toda la vida.
“Llévala contigo a cualquier lugar que vayas, pues es el recordatorio de todo lo que no eres mi niña”
Me tomo años descifrar a que se refería, pero honrando el pacto previo, la piedrecilla me ha acompañado ya 16 años.
Debo confesar que al principio la llevaba todo el tiempo en mi bolsillo. Seguramente la piedrecilla brincaba feliz con mis demás cosas con cada carrera jugada con mis hermanos. M...
You know you have amazing true friends when they message you throughout the night asking if your safe and good.
You know you have true friends when they worry about your well being and heart.
You know you have real friends when they go out in the cold and shovel your car out because you have a mind set of a southerner who never thinks to buy a shovel or a scraper for your car. (THANK YOU SO SO MUCH DYLAN)
You know you have true friends when they all get together and send you a million video messages singing happy birthday!
You know you have real best friends when they know the guy you are head over heels for is the one and all they can talk about is how he completes me 100%
Letting all know...
As each day passes, my strengths grow
That in God
Within my heart, mind, understanding
I feel as though I am beyond blessed. I am not a church going person, but do have a beautiful relationship with God. And I know it is Him, in which is guiding me. As life happens, He is keeping me on a beautiful path! I am extremely THANKFUL! In Gods Name I Pray. Amen
And despite it all.. all the displaced anger, harbored resentments, daggers thrown, swords stabbed, dreams shattered, hearts broken I still miss you more than I can convey. I miss who I thought you were and would do anything to have access to that guy I imagined. I need him. I need his strength, his earthy roots that kept me grounded, the weight of the words he softly whispered when I felt unsure.. I miss the you I made up in my head and while I realize that guy must’ve never existed in reality he was real in my mind and he made me feel so fucking secure and absolutely ecstatic.
I realized after our last rendezvous about half way home I wasn’t wearing the...
We all have our standards and mine just don’t align in a way that’s consistent with you and while this is ok, I wish we somehow could’ve managed to be adults and either readjusted or mutually decided to release the Union in the correct way that caused both parties the least amount pain, anguish or suffering.
Honestly, I hope you come to senses and don’t continue to lash out and project your past relationship baggage of issues the next object of your affection. Learning from our past mistakes are the biggest building block and our stepping stones we can use when deciding to engage with another person.
I also know quite keenly that the last day of us being together you were still lying and ...
Las redes sociales han permitido que personas comunes y Corrientes como yo... Hayan conocido personas increíbles como ustedes...
Gracias #lettrs ❤️
She commented "Your boyfriend's nice" seeing this... I smiled, replying he's my brother.
~To the Guy that Didn’t Stand By Me When I Needed Him Most~
Thank you for showing me who you really are.
Thank you for not being here to show me the love and give me the mental, physical and financial support when I really, really needed you most.
Your direct lack of any kind of action showed me your true colors. You showed me the truth of your character, the lies you spewed to me even when I had the proof you were lying that proved to me the type of moral uprightness you held was nothing more like a severe deficiency of integrity. The way you had no sympathy, offered no condolences of any kind or notion of my soul suffering and mental anguish showed me how you truly held no compassion f...
São dois anos. Dois anos de partilhas e de passos bem dados. Dois anos de um reencontro de infância. São dois anos em que nos temos um ao outro e o resto da vida pela frente. São dois anos de nós e mais hão-de vir com tanto de nós. Somos nós, uma vida inteira. E foram precisos segundos para nos sabermos nossos para uma vida inteira. E dois anos de nós para que a nossa vida virasse una. São dois anos e uma vida inteira, meu amor...
I just want thank Drew Bartkiewicz who Inspired me to be more than I can be
Gratitude for today:
I am grateful for the neighbor who told me about the yoga class she was going to.
I am grateful because it has helped me feel a lot better in so many ways, physically & mentally!
I am grateful that I feel like my life is finally on an upswing. I’m moving forward it feels good