Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
Thank you for reading my post.
I think about LETTRS is a unique platform. I like. especially stamps and doodles.
I write what could not write on Twitter or Facebook. Like a "Message in bottle".
The Ethos of lettrs
If we are we unable to take just a minute to sign a letter or thought for something or someone we care about, then what do have a minute for? I started this network of kindred spirits with the simplest of rules; you literally had to take time to write, with a one minute minimum before delivery or publishing. Did you know it takes the human mind an average of 58 seconds to complete an original thought or process a full emotion? Everything prior to that is reflex, reaction and impulse. That is the land of chats, snaps and tweets.
lettrs is the network designed for reflection, not reflex, of hand signed communications actually designed to last. It is perh...
From a million of people in the crowd,
You choose me as your love!
Hot, smart & beautiful, more then me are present in this world,
Then why did you left your heart at my heart's doorstep?
Is it that I've something special in me which I myself is unaware of ?
Or is it just my imagination which made us come together?
Is it that you heard my heart's inner voice?
Or, accepting someone with thousands of drawbacks, is what is called love?
The Reflection of Dark Day,
Dark Memoires and Dark cloud is
a devastated after it passes from
your life and also
It is a remembrance of knowing
whether it has a choice of ways, to
find how and when it is going to
occur or else has an indication
sound to alert before to
happen something destructive,
for once to once life shifts
later on the time changes according
For few minutes the
time is not yours, it is in
hand of "Dark" Shadow
who is behind at you waiting to harm
you so better don't give a chance.
"Don't Go towards the
Darkness that takes you,
from within automatically
you will be the darkest life.
Stay on the way called
Street (Bright) Light".
You opened up,
I was there,
When no one else was,
You got attached,
Way too attached,
I felt bad,
I blocked your add,
It was a last resort,
I would never be what you want,
You need professional help,
Not useless words from my mouth,
I cant be your helping hand,
But i cant keep my head in the sand,
I will always be here if you need me,
Just not romantically attached.
If I could have the answer
To just one question
I need to know
If her inner darkness and pain
Leaving her to know
That the roads
Her destination. JD
If every you find yourself
in the absence of light,
look into my words and
you'll realise, you are
the light you have been
missing for a while.
lets make memories
by going through the
rivers of pain, passion
and power together.
only then will our
pursuit of immortal
love be attained.
The Art Of Loving A Writer
What she writes are pieces of her soul..
Ripped off mercilessly..
Soaked in the ink of her blood..
Every word is a part of her being,
Inscribed on paper..
The stories of her pain and pleasure,
Dreams and aspirations are the map to her heart..
If you wish to reach her,
First fall in love with her words..
Only then will you decrypt,
The enigma that she is..
Lust that lingers...
don’t ponder upon my pain,
i have a lot of restrain,
from defeat, for your gain,
i could make the moon rain.
i used to hear your words,
along with those beautiful birds,
even when our eyes blurred,
we would stay awake for for your world.
as beautiful as the dove,
and vicious as our love,
you would move your hands with such grace,
even one peak livens the race.
so I’ll live by your eyes,
to watch you breathe and rise,
i surrender to your truth and lies,
with those sights, i suffice.
i will breathe to watch you,
move those fingers,
and wake up to watch you,
love with every piece of lust that lingers.
tonight I searched amongst million apps
Stumbled upon a writing app
Like a bee aiming for the plant sapp
Here I am in a finger's tap
Donning the writer's cap.
I was looking in the seashore,
inside the water
My mind discovers a small imagination moment,
I was travelling
Alone in the ship, no one is on the ship, just me and the blue world is looking to each other,
I was deeply slept through mind then eyes blink my dream fled away again I started looking on the water
I was looking at the waves of water that reminds me to shows that my face is thinking about the most despair past, I looked upon inside to open the page of closed book(Past) but the wave has moved away so my
thinking changed again,
I could not concentrate on all that is needed to live, my need to look at mirror
to see myself and talk about anxieties I...
The day I don't write, feels like an incomplete vibe. It doesn't cost much to show some courage and express it all. But the impact it leaves may inspire "someone". And to make that "someone" smile, even for a moment is a spectacular vibrancy of bliss to breath in. And to tell you this, I have to write. Blessed be all! 🍀
There's an emptiness to all of us.
I can see it in the java script
that bends and twines, animates the eyes.
A code that flickers with the lights;
crimson was love when it was pumped as blood, now it's an
Illuminated text, a medieval script on a scroll embued with careless thumbing.
Flicking through all the etheric space, dimensions, and planes.
I stretch you, you stretch me, thin.
Patience is lost with patients in an ER. An error. Reboot, no edit.
Every thirty minutes. Refresh.
Until we find hands to imagine we clasp - holding other hands, stock photo of ghosts connected, online:
Would've been, could've been us,
if we'd only got up, gone out, and looked. The stars still shine behind t...
The hand that holds this pen is led by a soft heart and a strong mind. The words written from the ink that flows from within, have a different meaning to every soul they find.
I do not write to crush one's feelings or poke fun at another's flaws, it's really not my style. I write about the way I feel or trials myself indeed I've struggled, occasionally I may write to simply get a smile.
I write things that may bring about sorrow that touch the heart and may even cause a tear. Or about encouragement to those lost and searching, and strength for the weak knowing nothing else but fear.
I have many ideas swirling round like a cyclone in my mind, that's generated from my head clear ...
Sin embargo, después del adiós
Lo mejor que me dejaste
Fueron estas ganas mudas de llorarte
De dibujarte con mi pluma
Y escribirte los versos más audaces,
Trazar en palabras las caricias que mis dedos dibujaban en tu espalda.
Llenar de escritos el silencio de tu ausencia.
Soñar contigo y cruzar aduanas de palabras fulgurantes.
Recordar tu aura casquivana y dejarme seducir con la silueta de tus sombras.
Y pensar que los únicos hijos que tendré contigo serán estos poemas,
Pero no importa, porque al leerlos te veré en ellos en la bondad de tus colores.
"This is fact"
Every night has an end,
Every time has an end,
Every journey has an end,
But the life you are living has no end
Life is eternity, believe me No end of life, You are born in a magical womb of mother and your end of the body turns Into ashes that ashes has your life. It exists in every place it travels and make of it to another body as a rebirth to a life.
You are "endless life after death".