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February 25, 2020
 

Dear letterists,

I'm sure a lot of you have played games at one point in your life. Video games, board games, etc. What was your favorite game and why?

Do you have fond memories of it? Tag your letter "games" and let me know in the comments below when you've posted your letter.

Have fun!

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SIMPLICITY DAY
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February 25, 2020
 

Dear letterists,

Help us finish the story below. Tag your letter "storytime" so we're able to find your letter in the storytime feed.

"Spring was around the corner but she didn't care. All she wanted is to sit inside. Doors and windows closed. Let the darkness consume her. But then, out of the blue...."

SIMPLICITY DAY
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February 25, 2020
 

Dear letterists,

This week's challenge has some interesting words. Try to use them all! Tag your letter "weeklychallenge".

- Burning
- Week
- Mask
- Willow
- Wonder
- Green
- Pixies
- Tomorrow

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February 19, 2020
Palm Bay, United States

Stolen atoms split and bleed
melting in the ensuing reaction
that erupts outward in annihilation
of everything we came to know before
bleaching bone and ash
in the onslaught of nuclear winter
beyond the scape of dreams

This wasn't the intended outcome
of our misbegotten revolutions
but rebellion is a currency
spent on short-fused reactionaries
intoxicated by evaporating youth
and the piper's seasick lullaby

We only wanted someone to hear us
to acknowledge the actuality
that was so blindingly obvious
even the skies were screaming
one note panic ever out of key

Silence fell beneath the lightning
scorched in the twilight reply
with no apologies left to whisper
no obituaries to immortaliz...

SIMPLICITY DAY
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February 19, 2020
 

I could be separated from materialistic things
that reminds me of you,
but no one and nothing can erase you
from my memory.
you are and forever will be the sweetest memory
I behold ...

SUNSET LOVE
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February 19, 2020
 

Weight they can't carry

And here I am struggling; stuck

Underneath it all.

JD

Because I take on everyone else's, along with my own

#UnderneathItAll #FebruaryFalls poetry challenge

STRENGTH
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January 4, 2020
 

The waves became bigger and bigger. She should tell it was time to leave. But something kept here there. Like a weight was attached to her. She couldn't move. She could only watch as the sea became more and more aggressive...." bringing him closer to the shore,  closer to her.  Watching the horizon for any sign of his ship, she trembled with anticipation.  Her father had told her of the betrothal last year on her eighteenth birthday.  To a man she had never met.  At first she was furious with her father for promising her to anyone without her approval let alone a complete stranger from Egypt.  She also received the first letter from her soon to be husband on her eighteenth birthday, He had wr...

KISS A PRINCE
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February 19, 2020
 

Upon learning that all there is is lessons you no longer find yourself searching for the non-existant and unnecessary safety net.

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WORDS OF WISDOM
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February 19, 2020
 

Feelings are always underrated,
They play you as a toy.
Stop showing emotions,they say,
Oh,you are a boy.

Crying is not allowed,
Face the struggles with joy.
Hiding feelings is your thing,
Oh,you are a boy.

You cannot sit at home,
Take this tag of unemploy.
Your dreams never matter,
Oh,you are a boy.

You always have to take care,
Even if you are on the path of destroy.
Stone-heart is what they think you have,
Oh,you are a boy.

Bury your feelings inside,
Is the worst job to employ.
Don't you dare to shed a tear,they say,
Oh,you are a boy.

SIMPLICITY DAY
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February 19, 2020
 

This is an open invitation into my thoughts;
An open house into my dreamland
Beware of cobwebs and the scary pictures,
Tiptoe carefully past the slippery floors,
   an obvious obstacle of an island of a
     girl
Ignore the cries for help
And the terrifying thoughts
Just enjoy your stay
Before my dreamland is closed for good
Only cobwebs and scary pictures to
   remember me by
But promise me one thing:
   Take note of each ugly sight.
Change them in yourself
   Write down every bloody puddle
And each bruise on the walls
   Remember the fake faces
All the hidden tears

Are you happy now?

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February 18, 2020
Kennewick, United States

Dearest Kilroy,

You need not worry. I scream into the wind daily. I know the storm won’t take me; I am the force behind it’s demise.

I know we have never been a good country. We have been responsible for atrocities that can never be forgiven. But these conscious acts of hate and violence, the victimization of the most innocent of people, and the blatant lack of care is causing ripples. Those ripples are not rewriting history but broadcasting our newest transgressions. Transgressions that will not ever be forgiven.

I can only hope that we can make right the wrong that has been done.

Deep regards,
Foo

INKTOBER: ANNA
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February 18, 2020
 

You conjure feelings in me
That I’ve never felt before
Casting love spells
To reunite our long lost souls
-Lion in the Stars

LION IN THE STARS
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February 18, 2020
 

Here’s a poem I had written about 3 mugs I saw with each of my initials.

They call me MKC...

born and raised in Jersey...

started going to Lincoln elementary school a couple of years past the age of 3..

used to love going to the toy store with my mom and taking home a doll called Barbie...

they call me MKC..

love to laugh louder than anyone near me...

can’t stand more than a couple of bites of sushi. They call me MKC...

love to eat cookies of the chocolate chip variety...

can’t change a tire for the life of me.

They call me MKC...

I scream my head off when I see a bee coming near me..or a wasp... or even some ants, yes siree.

I could end this on yes siree but instead I’ll...

SIMPLICITY DAY
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February 18, 2020
Indianapolis, United States

I don’t know what this is.

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February 18, 2020
 

You can never have enough kindness in the world. After going through a tough time about 3 years ago I was very touched by the outpouring of kindness from people.

If you’re going through a tough time or are dealing with something in your life and need someone to talk to you can reach out to me. I am a compassionate soul who doesn’t judge.

SIMPLICITY DAY
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February 18, 2020
 

“Three years ago he gave his word to her.  Oh how many things have changed since then.

As he pulls up on the driveway, she gets ready for a different conversation.  She sits down on the chair and waits for him to walk in...”

“Eleanor.” Henry said rather startled.

Surprised to see her sitting in her blackened “Get Henry Mode.”

He released the handle of the screen door to slam rudely behind him with a loud thud.

Setting his briefcase and a cold six pack on the couch, Henry squirmed uncomfortably, waiting for the first missile to launch.

“Oh boy, she’s on the warpath tonight,” he thought.  Inwardly, he cringed with dread.

She’s got her worst “I’m gonna eat you tonight look” in her eye—bl...

WEB
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February 14, 2020
 

TRATADO  ÍNTIMO

Usar o espaço
- Ocupá-lo -
Para falar da falta

Depreender do silêncio
As múltiplas vozes
De concessão e renúncia
Que eclodem,
- Selvagens -
Da palavra

Big Bang conectivo-estrutural da linguagem
Que só significa
Depois que se dissipa em micropartículas
Que darão origem a um novo universo
Com ou sem rima.

Faz-se a luz
Apenas e mediante
Á escuridão do ser

O Saber,
Filho primogênito do desconhecido,
emerge motivo
Das rotas em constante colisão de matéria
E nada.

A Literatura é uma insustentável testemunha
Do que a imaginação ainda há de prover
Ao ser visitada por novos olhares.

Posto que nomear extrapola o inominável
A chuva de contrastes aponta
Apenas  
O que...

INTO THE GALAXY
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February 18, 2020
Peterborough, Canada

Hourglass

Once there was a land
Where the trees has reached the sky
One with flowers
One with beauty
Seen beyond the naked eye

Once there was a land
Where the wolves had played with rabbits
Was no evil
Was no foul
No harmful or bad habits

Once there was a land
Where fresh air was abundant
All was freedom
All was loving
No doesn't, can't or wasn't

Once there was a land
Not used to pain and harm to come
Innocence
And weakness
And lacking in its wisdom

Then there was a land
Where nature was undone
There came slaughter
There came illness
No where for souls to run

Now there is a land
Where cement replaces grass
Machines broiling
Machines burning
Filling lungs with toxic gas

Once there was...

INKTOBER: NEMOPHILIST
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February 18, 2020
 

The words that are spoken like lyrics from a song,

I know that one day it will truly belong.

Word after word with the expression of my heart,

You know one thing is true I meant it from the start.

Faithful and new is nothing new,

I hope that it is meant for you too.

Close your eyes and imagine you are far away,

Come back and share the words that are meant to stay.

#mymusic

ORIGINAL
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