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May 24, 2017
 

U think that I don't miss u...
U think that I don't remember u...
For I have started to cherish
someone else's memories...
But I remember everything.....
Maybe sometimes it's just alright
to be broken at times...
Maybe sometimes it's  just alright to    knock at the wrong door; the feeling
of being rejected and dejected...
Maybe it was neither your mistake
nor mine....
Maybe it's just alright to not find
u at times...
But I just wish that some day we
might meet n laugh like there is
no world around us...
Sometimes I even wish to become
a bird....
Do u know why?.... because birds have no boundaries....

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 24, 2017
New Delhi, India

Dear Miss,

Today I will not be philosophising about a certain aspect of your life or our life. This, however, is not deliberate. This was just one of those days when I was unable to think beyond a particular moment. And that moment happened last month - 24th April - when I left your hometown and a bagful of happy moments and memories with you. Moments which I treasure till date and will always in the years to come.

Those 3 (Yes, they were 3 for me even if you always called them as 2!) days were the best I had spent away from my home. The sweet moments and sweet nothings we exchanged are now deeply embedded in my conscience. But it was 24th which showed me how life can be away from you and ...

ORIGINAL
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May 24, 2017
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सफर था, कट गया,
यादें हैं, रह जाएंगी।

Translation

It was a journey, it passed,
But memories will remain forever.

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 23, 2017
 

As I breathe in the fresh spring air, I begin to remember the past springs when I was a child, I remember the adventures we would go on. And how you were always there. But now that you are gone, those memories are starting to fade away. And eventually they won't be there anymore. And neither will you.

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 23, 2017
 

Nobody knows but..

I saw him
I knew I would
One day...
It took my breath away
Months
But there
Life stood still
My eyes were locked
All I wanted to do was shout..
My stomach burned
My heart stopped..
Only once have I felt that before..
Heald my breath without knowing..

Everyone else disappeared
Magic flashed in my mind..
All I could think was "Beautiful "...
And watch as he faded away

In that second I had my answer ....

The stars won't  shine the same ever again

LAST HUG
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May 23, 2017
 

It has long been a childhood dream of mine is to have a nice dream

TINY QUEEN
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May 17, 2017
 

Dear Lettrists,

The 18th of May is National Notebook Day. We'd love to celebrate this day.

So if you still remember your first notebook ever, write a short letter about what you wrote in your first notebook. What makes that notebook special? Does it bring back memories?

Tag your letter 'WIW' (why I write). And leave a comment below when you're done.

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NOTEBOOK DAY
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May 21, 2017
 

Blank walls,
Open and bare.
Diagonal nails,
Loose and purposeless.
They stare back at me.
The only thing left to look at
Is the canvas-like walls.
That the more I stare are rebuses.

Even though the canvas stays empty,
Memories are painted on.
Uncovered and revived.
Meant to be left behind,
But I'd rather bring them along.

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JULI
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May 22, 2017
Pimpri-Chinchwad, India

That moment when Facebook reminds you to share memories but you damn busy making new ones!!

#newchapterinlife
#dontturnback
#bestisyettocome
#changeisimmortal
#changeissurvival

Rev.

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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Rev
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May 21, 2017
 

TOGETHERNESS: A BOND - I

Love a strong force that pulls people together
Hate an opposing force that pulls people apart
With time, people change from what they once were
Maybe due to influence,loneliness or a stolen heart

N.S.

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 21, 2017
 

There was a day when your eyes penetrated me with such great lust. I was your greatest desire and conquest. You glared at me with such intensity my soul quivered with such wants.

The bead of sweat running down your brow, the veins pulsating in your neck. That drink you sip never seems to quench your thirst. You slowly lower your glass down and so ever lightly touch of you tongue to your lips.

The beast in me was awoken and never wanted anything more...

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 21, 2017
New Delhi, India

"The wedding bells were louder for me than others as she walked away with another while I stood still, stitching my broken heart."
"Don't dramatise the scene so much Ryan. Just tell me what exactly happened then" Tara replied.
"It's a distant memory Tara. I am allowed to dramatise a little to fill the loops which I am  unable to remember."
"Okay agreed. But stitching, sewing or for that matter any other tailoring technique, keep it to yourself. Please don't push them into your narrative!" She literally pleaded with both her arms raised while coming back to rest over me as I continued.
"First tell me why do you want to hear this story now?" I was actually puzzled why Tara had taken Priya's ...

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 20, 2017
 

Memories from Childhood.
Part 1
The path to my fields.

As a kid aged between 5-10 years old, I spent a part of my childhood in my village, a very small region in south India with about 100 houses in it.
I often was woken up by the sunlight that seeped in through the tiles of my house and hit my face. After a constant nag from my father who thought that everything in the world would be better if only I woke up early, I got out of my bed to be welcomed by the distinct sounds of mooing cows.
I spent a lot of my time playing with my dad's brother who was in his early teens. He liked me so much that whatever I wanted to learn he would show the same excitement to teach me that.
Our fields wer...

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 20, 2017
 

I miss you...

There have been so many little beautiful moments between us,
I want to write them all
But even if a find a million words
I wont ever be able to describe how i really felt!
Back then one time you and me we went for a long ride,
We saw a shadow in that warming sunlight and you said girl lets click fake candids and i blushed.
In the midst of that all there was a moment where i really wasn't ready and just kept staring at you, your smile, your eyes, and you clicked it.
As we were going through those pictures you found that one and you said, " You look at me like this... You really love me my girl!"
And I
I lived a whole lot in that moment
In that voice of yours
In those beautifu...

GIFT OF LOVE
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May 19, 2017
 

The Uninterpreted

When he was leaving,
I asked "But you promised you will always be there!"

And he said, "Yes, I did but I meant in your memories."

That was the ending of one story and beginning of yet another.

NOTEBOOK DAY
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May 18, 2017
 

Your memory looks so like you.
Your memory is a world in itself, a world of unrequited love. A world of incomplete stories. Of shattered hearts and dreams.
A world that requires no breaths, no skies but just a visit to elate you.
Where the birds happily flap their wings to kiss the moon, even when it hides behind an eclipse, distancing itself from love.

Your words feel so like you. The soft touches of those words on my heart.
I long to lose myself in this world where the drought hit skins are flooded with my tears. A world where I still send you messages, just by a wandering pigeon this time. Every word that's saved from being burnt by the scorching heat of the sun but still kissing the clo...

THE LITTLE PRINCE
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May 17, 2017
 

My will has died in this moonlit night,
I fall asleep; while drinking the too dense wine of your shadow.
The air is humid, of aroma and lust,
And I feel sad..., sad as an old autumn twilight.

My secret moments, cannot silence the voices in these memories
The voice of the sea is a melancholic sigh,
A sigh which comes and goes kissing the sands,
The sea yearns for the blue of the sky and the golden hair of an asleep twilight.

My will has died in this moonlit night,
And I feel sad..., sad as an old autumn twilight.
I'm walking by streets of bitterness, discovering at every step,
In any nook, in any corner,
A mirror which reflects the miseries of the absent love.

These voices are not silenced ...

NOTEBOOK DAY
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May 17, 2017
Medellín, Colombia

Día 137 de 360, año 2017.

No son los días exactos, pero puedo asegurar que han pasado 7 años de eso.

Cuenta la historia de una niña, cautivada por eso llamado "Primer Amor".

Continuará-El inicio de una historia sin fin.

-WisdomN

EL AMOR TODO LO PUEDE
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