“If I ever forget my root, remind me of the days I promised the night that, if I ever find the light I will bring it home. If my smiles are wide and infectious, remind me to light up the alleys. If my clouds are heavy, remind me to pour out my rains for the flowers to bloom. If my tables are full remind me to make more chairs and if my bed is cold keep me warm— If nature makes you a KING it makes you an ENTRANCE, Never let me forget I am the KEY to SOMEONE’s TOMORROW.”
Abuse is also
And because they dont see blood
They cant see the hurt.
If you knew the slashes
Its worse than murder
And the time is life.
Nothing Hidden to
your mind, heart, and soul
what it has seen
that I showed,
what it felt
That I made you feel
and then what it made you
You are in"Love"with me.
What I hope to rediscover this year is how precious that one minute can be. Taking time to write, by taking time to think and feel...
Don’t blame me for my darkness,
blame your lust,
your craving of perfection.
Darkness lies within my eyes,
within my hair,
within my soul,
and it will remain there...
It makes me remember,
That my skin has the color of my land
Land bathed with blood
Blood from my brothers and sisters
children of the corn,
children of Tlaloc,
by the wishes of lustful, unmerciful men
It makes my chest explode,
pieces of my heart scattered all over the place
I feel the rage of those emerald volcanoes
who couldn’t protect their people
In my mouth, the spanish tongue
Neruda and his inmortal verses
García Marquez speaks to me
Why I Write
I write to escape
Escaping through words
From feelings words could not fully describe
Words that help relieve some of the anguish within, yet would not fully eliminate.
Words that tries to help me understand, yet may not be fathomable.
I write and I just write. Writing helps.
I try to write, but
Shaking hands and quaking quills
Won't set the words free.
#QuakingQuills #TealMoonCold #DecemberChallenge
Write whatever comes to mind
So many thoughts
Thoughts of you
It all gets too overwhelming
But I can't stop thinking
I try to write
Write whatever comes to mind
But every time I start
Nothing else comes to mind
It's just you.
/artists don't mind/
Bring it on!
Bring on the rage
Bring on the fire
Bring on the jealousy
Bring on the enmity
Bring it on
Bring on the love
Bring on the mercy
Bring on the kindness
Bring on the generosity
Bring it on
Bring wisdom from the north
Bring betrayal from the south
Bring affection from the west
Bring addiction from the east
Bring it on
Bring boulders that make me run
Bring horizons that help me survive
Bring the fear hiding in the ruins on my cortex
Bring the light from the ex lovers' warmth in my bosom
Bring it on!
And know this:
You are moving towards a girl
Her pen and her diary.
And in her diary
All transcripted memories;
You either become...
Santa to me
What do you want? (Christmas Gift)
"Her happiness" (Life Gift)
If she is happy then my heart will be happy and if my heart is happy then my soul and mind are going to be happy
Then complete me is "Happy"
Through the breaches the radiant gold
Of tales succumbed to an existence
Unjustified yet thunderous, this sheet
Prompts a story with a lot of flares
I would have words but this scroll
Words lie within, this plain sheet
Tells the life not so dear yet eternal
And momentous to live further
Page one reminds of what it is like
To exist in delusion, denial and dread.
Next being is fresh like wind, like life, like the one I wished to live; addictive like the crisp of a new thesaurus, or of heavy rain
It speaks of present, of the one, the only
Of what's real, or atleast what should have been; It pacifies clarity, and the just state of mind; speaks of hope of stars and beyond.
I have so many flaws. I have so many things wrong with me that it'll take days to explain. Can I really explain though? This one question people ask is one I never know how to answer; "how are you?" I get asked this a lot on a daily basis. What am I supposed to say? I say good because it's in my nature. What else is there to mention? Can I tell them that I'm lost and feeling beaten? That would just kill the mood. What mood anyway? Why do I have so many questions?
There's something I need to tell you. I can't be this perfect person you envision. I'm designed to be broken. Maybe I made myself this way, and maybe you're the same. We look at each other and see normality, but how many of us keep ...
Because it has felt like family since the day I joined, 4 years ago.
Because the community is kind, compassionate and supportive, like no other social app I've ever used.
Because it focuses on messages that matter, in a time where we sometimes need a reminder that short meaningless messages won't make us a better version of ourselves.
Because lettrs gives me the opportunity to stop for a moment and think about what I'm sharing. Instead of posting every single thought or photo in an instant, with no actual meaning.
Because lettrs is ahead of its time. I imagine the world one day using lettrs daily. To get a better understanding of each other, in a respectful way.
The beauty about letters is that whether you’re writing to a person who might not see the words, or writing just to yourself, or writing for no one other than for the mere fact of getting something off your chest, you’ll realize that somewhere in this vast and giant planet there is someone who needed to see those words. There is someone out there who no longer feels alone because they saw your letters - letters that you had the courage to write.
So don’t be afraid to write... even if it doesn’t rhyme.
Make time to leave your mark and know that you too, just like your words, are very much indelible.
Happy holidays and cheers to 2019!
-Silence In Echos
Our hearts were children playing on a winter day
Our minds decided to be adults and go inside because snow was on its way
Remember us dancing alone in a crowded room
You were drowning out the bar room noice with your own nostalgic tune
Or remember that day when freedom lights caught up to us in our rear view mirror
So we laughed and cried and held each other tight as they drew nearer
When you remember, remember the embrace
And those smoky nights with daylight haze
I hope a smile forms across your face when you remember before you go to sleep
Because that’s what happens to me, every night, before I pray the lord my soul to keep
You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Today, I withdraw myself from the stream of continuous activity.
Nothing to read from books,
Noting to browse from smartphone,
Nothing to write on MacBook,
No one else is around me,
Nothing to worry about,
Nothing to plan out,
Nothing to Prove, Nothing to Do.
In that nothingness, something beautiful emerged.
There is a sense of contentment within me, I observed.
There is an awareness to accept reality as it is, I felt.
There is an ability to be joyful without any external reason, I discovered.
There is strength of unconditional love, I found.
There is subtle forces governing everything around me, I noticed.
There are many richness of life I already own inside, I traced.
I can literally look at a wall and be entertained for an hour or two.
My mind wonders and I think of all the possibilities that I am able to achieve if I only had the courage.
I look at my past and laugh.
My parent's look at me weird as I stare at a blank wall.
Yet, I'm seeing a whole diffrent world.
That's how my fantasies started to spill into reality.
"How I became unlike my mother"
In the beginning, this wasn't true
I was just like her, through and through
We had different eyes, and different hair
But just like her, I learned to not care
I learned to hustle, I learned a game
It was as good as mine by just saying your name
Your misfortune my gain, I grew up this way
What's yours is mine no matter what you say
I took what I wanted, no shame no gain
It was all part of my play, I loved the pain
But one day I said enough was enough
I tossed in the towel, picked the lock on my cuffs
I gave myself a chance to take back what was mine
My identity, my life, my children, my sight
Those evil views of the world I held with all my might