I came back on lettrs 6 days ago after 5 months, and now I am as glued to it as I was before and this is going to stay.
Letter views went from 38.2k to 50k in just 6 days and this lettr is to celebrate those 12k views earned in these days. I hope the message is reaching across the globe and helping in some or the other way.
Much love to the lettrs team and sir lettrship - Drew. :)
Good songs or naats.
While I feel myself in isolation
My soul always turn toward the music.
The music which is not a music rather a inspiration for me to connect myself to the god or increasing faith.
So I like to listen NAAT.
Allow me to take this moment and thank everyone who came to the 55 Bar to hear my band last night. It was a special night because not only were we officially celebrating the release of my new album “Evoke”, but we were celebrating my Father, Joe Killian, who passed away last week. To see all of my dearest friends in the audience was an absolute inspiration. Many of the friendly faces last night have been with me since the beginning. The vibe was palpable while looking into the crowd as new and familiar faces cheered us on wanting to witness greater musical heights. There’s no question in my mind that the audience is certainly part of the music making process.
" FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE. "
A well known song by 'Bright Eyes'.
With a video clip worth watching. So if you have a few minutes to spare, copy and paste this one in your browser:
After listening to this song, tell us about your first day (you fell in love).
Tag your letter 'music' and 'love'.
Let me know in the comments below when you're done!
She compromised at every step and kept the family together .She suffered all the pain given to her in patriarchal society .. But when it was time for her daughter .She became rock solid and started fighting for rights...
Love you maa :) never thought this papa ki pari ( father's daughter )will find a perfect friend in you.
Thanks for always listening to me. Thanks for always supporting me :)
Here to add a charm,
Because he is NICHOLAS SPARKS.
Because you are that imaginary John in my life who is as important as John Watson to Sherlock Holmes, as the John in Johnson's Baby. You are a "Safe Haven" from the society that knows no confines. That is altogether a different story written in a different font, exposing itself as the naked shingles on the shore of the English Channel. Will you bring out the best in me and compile them all in a book called "(The) Best of Me" because bringing out the good in me will be counted as an achievement on your part?I have slapped you, ignored you and chided you for reasons unknown . I have hurled insults in bundles that piled upon you...
I came back from California this morning realizing how beautiful it all looks from above. The madness is muted and the anger is absent. Earth looks to be in its natural state of balance and harmony, almost divine.
Let's not screw it up...
My eyes flutter shut, the vibration hits me and my hips begin to move. It is the bass that feeds me, the bass that gives my life.
Every note, flowing through my body. Every word feels meant for me in that exact moment. Fanning the flames of a passion that I forget live inside me.
And I dance.
The waves of sound becoming more and more tangible rippling against my skin as my body moves to the beat. My hands find my swaying hips as I move and every nerve stands at attention.
And I think of you.
My body begins to ache, wishing my hands were yours. Wishing it were your body I swayed against.
The tempo changes and I change with it, allowing its current to take over and guide my movement...
Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
Thank you so much for taking time out and reading my letters, I am extremely grateful.
I would never really open up with people but off late I have learnt to express myself freely without any inhibitions and that helps my beautiful soul to relax, Kindly bear with me as I open my box of sentiments.
Throughout most of my life I have often confronted myself with the question of self-identity. My past is flooded with people I have been: the quiet, reserved child, the intellectual, arrogant adolescent, the cool collected young girl and now a woman of substance.
My once alternating identity was a product of the tendency that we all have to accommodate others, often sacrifi...
I've done about 3 drugs today and there all illegal gone to work took a stroll now time to call my amigo only one just for fun because who else understands my linguo as I walk my head talks wishing i could write on the wall with chalk and spread some evil reggae bumps talking trash it's all a joke when you taking tokes and a guitar is being stroked .. I know it's time to let go but my mind is full of appraisals there's no fake in flaws but why do i feel so labeled like honing skills in a cell a life that you can see thru I go home to a place like a backstage getting to the homies place start to play some MySpace wasted fakes always know when you getting played that's why i s...
Let me be the one to break it up
So you dont have to make excuses.
The team roared from the sideline
With jocund laughter
As the players slipped and slid
All over the rain soaked field
Looking more like a bad ballet performance
Than a soccer game.
marked by (or suggestive of) high spirits
and lively mirthfulness
I thought it would be impossible
But forgot that you are a master!
I thought how would I live without you?
But you know what,
You taught me this too!
I thought you are the one,
Understand me like none
But you cleared this too
And changed my every purview!
I thought I am important to you
But my sobriquet is nowhere in your views!
I thought I won't ever be able to bear the pain which you give time n again!
But see even I don't know what miracle has happened that I am okay while not been even saddened!
Yes it do pinch in heart.
But tears stops in the eyes only and say "we won't come out as you will get more hurt".
I thought you can fetch even 5 mins in a day.
But you find a way not...
Your writiing always amazed me, I love to read what you write, "Eleven Minutres" was my first book which i read in english and believe me i fell in love with your thoughts, imagination and boldness sealed in papers.
Your Quotes inspired me to be the one I am.
Sir, Give me some lessons and teach me as a teacher , I always want to be a writer however have no one to guide. I am from India and wanted to tell you People here love to read you . You are and you will always be my favorite author .
Thank you for reading my letter on lettr.
Caged to our limitations,
Just like castle in the air
All we need is a push
To rise high, to keep moving.
For the destiny is in making.
#jojomoyes #fanmail for Lady Lettrist
My interpretation of her quote.