A letter to remember is what I wish...
But have my voice ever reached to you?
A shard of steel is stuck on my skin,
Pain pulsating again and again,
You were a stab in my chest to begin with
Sinking deeper as the sands flooded
I saw you as one to keep the wound from bleeding.....
And although it reeked of my blood, and flesh
your sinking is what saved Me..........
ALIENS ARE AMONG US LOVELIES!
WE ARE DYING EVERYDAY DON'T YOU SEE, YOU SEE, YOU SEE
as the aliens arrive, closer and closer will we be to the truth.
RISE AND SHINE
SMELL THE ROSES, THE COFFEE, THE LIES, BABY DOLLS!
TODAY IS THE DAY.
and the closer we are to the truth, the closer we are to dying. today is the day we DIE LOVELIES PAY ATTENTION.
today is the day we die.
and you will smile wide just like we practiced, correct?
and you will curtsy with a perfect posture just like we practiced, correct?
today is the day, oh lovely lovely day.
THE DAY IS HERE!
rise and shine lovelies!...
We run with the wind at lettrs.
Thanks to an incredible base of letter writers across the world.
You sit upon my favorite pedestal.
You sit me on the one hidden
deep in your closet heart,
dented and cracked.
"-you put me on a pedestal.
"...you remind me of hope-
"you remind me deeply,
"my prayers are never answered."
I wonder if we both fell-
Me from yours,
You from mine,
If we'd find we mirror each other.
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 104- SKYLARK SPECTACULAR (#2)
FAR FROM REALITY
PARTICLES of RUST between
broken cerebral connections.
as memory is moving out
and time moves on.
Far from reality
Familiar cadence repeats,
I am syncopated passion,
THINK of a plethora of pain never forgotten;
in moments SCUFFED outside wisdom’s mind.
When dementia finds me
far from reality
banging and bombarding
a misplaced identity
where only music
was MY ESCAPE.
Finding a fading smile
sunset pausing briefly
basking in MOCKING shades
of days passed away
stroked against p...
Words uttering from my hearth froze,
It's warmth faded in the crimson sun
My sky paled in the brightest of days
But the clouds had a silver lining around them;
More than the rain have I shed my tears
In the wake of my birth less love
More have I spent in these recent years
For the attention that I've been seeking through;
Your allure is what makes me break my shell,
I didn't have the courage but I never even failed
My heart burned like a forest fire all these time,
But for my love to be born again from within?
you'd be my ambrosia, you'd be my ambrosia....
I wish I wish my wish come true,
My holy nature succumb into thee
The dreams I have belongs no more to me,
There too I see only your face......
Narrated Ibn 'Abbas: that the Messenger of Allah ﷺ said: "Love Allah for what He nourishes you with of His Blessings, love me due to the love of Allah, and love the people of my house due to love of me."
-Jami`at-Tirmidhi, Vol. 1, Book 46, Hadith 3789
"The love in a family flows strong and deep, leaving us memories to treasure and keep."
The love of a family is life's greatest blessing.
Family isn't always blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and love you no matter what. It's like, when you have each other you have everything.
Write an open letter sharing your views about your family. Any experience that makes you cherish the time spent. Or anything you get in your mind as soon as you hear the word FAMILY. Tag your letter family. Comment below when you are done.
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Thank you lettrs for not being selfish, for not being rude.
For being there when I had nobody to talk to, when nobody could understand me. When I had no shoulder to cry on.
Even if I come to you after month you are always there same as always.
Thankyou for just letting me say what I wanted to without thinking what others will say.
You have always lightened my heart.
I m glad to have you.
In this dark cold desert I walk,
Far away I see u calling for the thunders
But all you ever get is this sandstorm
blinding me along with it......
And what good does it do?
If clearing the mess in your head
Turns you into one.
You painted meadows with your words
Infused light into tribulations
Promised spectrums of enigma
Built castles of change
You carved cauldrons of faith
Created tapestries of hope
Encouraged incandescent vigour
Orchestrated specks of resurrection
Now the flowers in your meadow are scorched
Light from your lantern fades out
In darkness no spectrum is seen
Your castles of change, disrupt the foundation of everything you built
Your cauldron, within which I seethe.
Your tapestries use my texture for tenacity
Your incandescence blinds me
Your unmasking grounds me
But you too Brutus?
If there is anything I want to do,
It is to lie in his lap for a while or lay my head on his chest, so I could breathe in his cologne like I breathe in the comfort when I am with him.
If there is anything I want to hear,
It is to hear his voice and the shrill in mine when he drugs me with his laughter.
If there is anything I want to say,
It is to comfort him when he needs it or to to tell him I'm here to stay.
If there is anything I ever want to become,
it is to become his forever.
I'm trying to write you
Out of my system.
Some how words and
You go so well together.
And all I've been doing
Is writing these words for you..
But I'm not sure if it's
To write you out of my life
Or to write these words to make you come back to me...
– Kim Santistevan
I wonder if you think of me.
I wonder if when you think of me it's with sadness.
I wonder if when you think of me it's with remorse.
I wonder if when you think of me it's just a fleeting thought.
I wonder if when you think of me it's with guilt.
I wonder if when you think of me it leaves a bitter taste.
I wonder if when you think of me you push me quickly out of your mind.
I wonder if when you think of me you remember how we once were.
I wonder if when you think of me you feel numb.
Most of all.
I wonder if you think of me at all.