If i am the past
Then you are its memory..
Just like the dark in the night will never blind the eyes
Then again it will never got the flashlight from the sun..
And thats you are for my self
Hey everyone.. Had been away for a while, but you have no idea how good it feels to be back here.. To see the penpals.. The letters shared by others.. The feelings that we have difficulty sharing in reality, comes out so beautifully through letters.. Its just an overwhelming experience.. So many lettrs here that we can relate to in our lives.. Somewhere along the way.. Evert letter made my journey easier.. Thanks to all of you and lettrs for that..
They both were like the perfect mates always ready for challenges. He was her protector they said,petit and tiny as she was she needed him by her side more than often. Then after years she had grown into a girl who seemed antisocial to the family but was an explosion in the exterior. She was an outgoing introvert with all the power to dominate! And him? Well he was charming and still her best friend in d family. They used to play a lot. One fine day when she was 8 he took her into a room and they started playing games inside the locked room of which nobody knew not even herself. As time passed they came closer, sleeping beside each other and him doing whatever he wanted to with her body. She ...
Don't let them tell you how it should be.
If it's what you want,
Deep Blue Sky
"I held a red cape around myself
With my little arm stretching towards the sky,
The tryst with the blue almighty
Had just begun with my first possible fly.
The flight wasn't long to be seen
As I crashed down in a hurry with bruises to worry,
But the dream was already sown,
The dream that got stronger after that tragic gore.
20 years and I stand, with my eyes
Still looking into the blue high; the cape
Had given away and the pilot in me finally arrived
As I awaited my turn in the cockpit to finally kiss my beloved sky."
You will miss me once I go..
But I will not go without causing the BURN...
You will remember all the beans and chickpeas from dinner..
I will show you mirror during my float..
I will brush creepily against your cheeks..
You will miss me once I go..
The way we try to connect with our memories..
the smell that reminds me of him..
the laughter that still echos in my mind..
the words he use to say with so much of love..
the hugs that was exchanged..
the selfies we took together..
the meals that we had shared..
the palaces we visited together..
the times I was angry and chose to stay away..
and you called to get me up and bubbly again...
I miss all of that...
now I know when they say live in the moment ....
time wont repeat it self....its true
I will never get all of that back
The time i had spend with my DAD
Memories is all that I have...
I have loved you always ....and will love u forever..
my hero MY DAD
LOVE VS HATE
Which one is more powerful according to you?
Share your thoughts in a letter and depending on your choice tag your letter 'love' or 'hate'.
Leave a comment below when you're done.
How do the stars still shine and the Heaven's bloom with wonder?
How does the night air stand attentive in silence as peace settles upon the earth.
How is the ground still cool beneath my feet with no sign of shattered remains about then?
How is the world so quiet, so calm?
How do the trees stretch forth into the purple skies with timeless strength, asleep in the darkness, unmoving in the shadows?
How does my heart not break in the beauty of this moonlight?
How is this pain so faint in the presence of a masterpiece?
But I am numb.
Even to the glory before me, I but feel only the tips of it's fingers across my chest.
Because the pain is not so faint as to be unfelt.
But a lingering,...
People often get angry, when they get to hear obvious about them...
People feel good, when they get to hear good about them...
They get angry When they don't want to accept somethings against them
They get angry when they don't want to discuss something about them
They get angry when they don't like something about them...
They like it, when they are in someone's prayers
They like it, when they are elevated by someone
They like it when they are blessed
But people often don't remember or know what from their side should be happening to be in someone else's prayers or blessings...
Ultimately people like only such talks which will be in favour of them...
Whatever a person does, he/she expects...
If it was up to me I'd like to speak softly. Over the years I've come to realize that speaking in a manner I want to be spoken to is often ignored or dismissed.
People wonder why some people scream. I've realized that when I find myself raising my voice unnecessarily it's because the many times I've spoken softly, I was not heard.
It's strange that some people hear me well when I whisper, some cannot hear me unless I yell and others hear words I never said.
Te he dejado.
Te he dejado esta noche solo, he caminado hacia la puerta justo después de hacer el amor.
¿He dicho que hicimos el amor?
Pero qué tonterías digo, te he dejado esta noche después de haber follado.
Es una palabra dura, que describe una acción, sólo eso, una acción sin sentimientos.
Disculpa que la utilice, sé que no te agrada.
Pero me importa un carajo. Porque eso fue lo que hicimos.
Eso es lo que hacemos hace tiempo...
Te he dejado esta noche, he tomado mi ropa , me colgué mi mochila y salí por la puerta justo cuando tú te quedabas dormido.
Te miré antes de salir. Lucias tan tranquilo, tan complacido.
Un millón de recuerdos pasaron por mi mente, y pude sentir como una...
After thousands of steps through the dark city streets, no longer knowing where his true north was, he felt as if he has walked in one big circle. His life seemed to arrive at the same place it began. Had he taken the right path, stumbled to the right steps, listened to the correct instincts?
Then he ascended a magnificent hill he had never seen before, though he swore he had dreamed it a thousand times. Soon, below his feet were city lights - the same ones he had walked for years - that mapped the exact pattern as the Stars above. He was home and sensed his real journey in service to others was about to unfold...
FINISH THE STORY.
Finish the story below. Tag your letter 'story' and leave a comment when done.
"He lived a busy life in the city. But he was never truly happy and he knew something was missing.
One night he walked up the hill overlooking his city. The thousands of lights couldn't brighten his mood... "
Stupid vending machines at the hospital both put a $20 hold on my account & so now I can't even get cigarettes so pissed...& I'm just sitting in an empty field like a dumb ass cause I'm a Loser & have no where to go nor any gas to go anywhere 😏
Time for something unusual.
I love photography & I love seeing pictures too and nowadays you don't really need a camera to click a good photo, after all we all have a 'smart' phone in our hands.
So this week, I want you to click a photo, anything you want to click, from a beautiful landscape to a busy street, and then write a few lines about it. There are no restrictions or judgment, click anything you feel like and share.
Write an open letter in a few lines and attach your photo with it, the letter can be anything which you can relate with the photo, I'm your own imagination. Tag your letters with "myphoto" & add an another tag, which should be your country. For example, I'll add ...
Sitting on your lap
With our lips touched, I feel you
I feel your warm body...
It's amazing to me
How my internal story
Filters all I hear and see
Defining how I perceive
Words most innocent
My mind's unquiet
A friend's meaningless look
Warped in my mind's dark nook
Becomes a friendship forsook
Nothing's all it took
The musings paranoid
As defined by Freud
Hard to avoid
A life destroyed
There can be difference
Assume their innocence
Retain in mind's immanence
This internal race
Between shame and grace
My past to face
Creates safe space
Aligning my perception
With reality's inception
Improving my reception
Of truth's conception