this is the translation of a letter written by a letterist name"Page9"
P.o box no 534411.

i love these lines because i feel it inside these days.
thanks for writing such feelings that i can't Express so easily.

Shy love is so pure that you can not even practice the poem about it first
It must come straight from the soul
Immature
Young
Shy
That is the feeling that lies in the words
Uncertainty
But it is pure and sincere.

God, thank you. I know those words are never going to be enough, but thank you. Thank you for all the ways you have blessed me, for all wonderful people you’ve put in my life, for all the things you have given me, to strengthen me and bring light.

I know life won’t always feel this wonderful, but thank you for right now. And please help me to lean on you in the good and bad. Help me to know in all things, and on all days, you are my God.
Amen.

My heart beats faster,
Thinking how far I have come,
How I have changed, for good,
But still how much I have left,
To cover, to make myself
A better version of myself.
This is just a thought,
Not a poem, not a piece of writing,
Just some words that needed a paper.

Dear lettrs Staff,

Your words are always so wonderful and encouraging no matter what poem or letter u read 😊 thank you for what you do !

They do not hold on to you,
But they completely depend on you!
They may cause your hands to get dirty,
And yet they show gratitude.
They listen to all your rants,
There remains no judgement!

You see them grow and your heart gets filled with pride and joy,
Even one insect crawling on them,
Gets your soul angry!

The fresh air, the rain, your food and brain,
Are all yours because of them and their grains!

Gratitude doesn't just mean thanking humans and animals,
But also our Mother nature by supporting many more plants🌹

PS

There is Something to be said for words and
For art
There is Something to be said for those that tear us apart.
Sometimes it is words,
Sometimes clever thought; manipulation at its finest
Then becomes an art.
Is that what we’ve become?
Where has our honor gone?why should we have to seek the truth when it is carried on?!
The greatest pains come from the depth of our grave
The closed doors we hide behind, within the closed shades. Hide in a room, turn off the lights,
In here or not, doesn’t matter anyways.
But I’d like to express my gratitude for everyday.
Grateful, humble, and peaceful
For all that can not be taken away.
I try to claw my way out from 6 feet under,
It’s deep, dark, ...

Dear valentine,
I hope you're fine, it's been too long since you've sat down for yourself, writing something lovable and reading it all by yourself. No, this isn't going to be a private letter to anyone on this app, but it's for your own self! Heard life's changed a lot since the last time we spoke yet, you're getting prettier as time flies by. I know that you doubt yourself, your image, happiness, ultimate aim in life, if you're working hard enough, etc etc. You are present in this moment, in the breath that you take in, the moment you blink rapidly, the way your eyes read through each word and the breeze that softly blows through your hair. Life it, happily. I know that you searched for lov...

Kohl smudged eyes,
Lost, longing and wise.
Salt, sweet and spice,
She'd gone through the worst and nice...

Her palms held a rough texture,
Yet was her heart sensitive and soft,
Never did her palms fail to unite,
Eyes fluttered closed inspite,
Of bearing guilt, pain and hatred
Her lips parted,
For the words, "Thank You"

You have been together for 30 years,
Shared emotions of love, aggression, sadness and fear.
You may not be the perfect couple,
But together your powers become double.
Subconsciuoly supporting each other,
For us you are the best father and mother.
We love you from the bottom of our heart,
Thank you for supporting us from the start.
-Gurkomal
   (12.2.19)

You have been together for 30 years,
Shared emotions of love, aggression, sadness and fear.
You may not be the perfect couple,
But together your powers become double.
Subconsciuoly supporting each other,
For us you are the best father and mother.
We love you from the bottom of our heart,
Thank you for supporting us from the start.

HAPPY 30th ANNIVERSARY

- Gurkomal
    (12.2.19)

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Date : 10 February 2019

Thank you everyone from bottom of my heart for so many lovely wishes on my birthday..!!

My phone was full of notifications,
Facebook.
Instagram.
Page.
WhatsApp.
Message's.

And sorry for missed calls..!!
Thank you.

It is times like this when she makes me realize I have the right person as my right hand. I would never ask for more from being the support I need when I’m at my lowest, to being the one to cheer me on when I’m at my highest. She will be the one who will be there for all my future memories. The one who will probably have a picture for just about anything. Someone I can trust with my kids if anything were to happen to me.

She is my best friend. I absolutely love her with my entire heart and soul. Even though she may not love my decisions or ways of handling things, she still my backbone for it all. She loves me and I can’t imagine life without her, we got 3 more months til our 1 year BestFr...

No sé si decir que te quiero o callar para explotar en tus frescos labios esta revolución indómita de  adorarte...

Bromero

A destiempo no se puede vivir

No le temo al futuro incierto ni a las cicatrices que me trae de regalo, le temo al destiempo del presente, ya que a la caducidad del día es un recuerdo nuevo y los recuerdos son buenos y a veces malos, no se puede abrazar la sombra que dejan a la luz del destiempo; Cuando no estás conmigo esos recuerdos  me hacen extrañarte y desearte incesantemente ( como si mi corazón tomase la forma del agua y mi hombría el iceberg del Atlántico, se paralizan las corrientes cálidas y toda la tierra anida miseria) y cuando te tengo y caduca nuevamente el  día, otra vez se vuelve a formar otro recuerdo a destiempo y así no se puede vivir...

Bromero

Once it is called Love ❤️

After that...

It becomes a number..... 😋

( i.e, you was my no. 3 )

Una carta para los amores perros

Personas vivas mueren porqué quieren,
personas muertas viven porqué quieren,
todos quieren algo, todos quieren
los vivos quieren morir y los muertos vivir,
mueren amores queriendo vivir y otros viven para morir...

En fin, todo tiene una agonía
vivir la muerte santa o santificar la nuestra para no vivirla, mueren amores en las calles
y ahí mismo nacen otros con experiencia,
los que mueren no cargan ataúdes y dejan el  cuerpo tirado en la cuneta a disposición de los cuervos, los que nacen con experiencia se llevan la esencia del primero, se adueñan de las alas y se van muy lejos...

Mueren amores en las calles
como personas viviendo la muerte, otros viven m...

10 Day Get To Know You Challenge

Day 2 - 9 things you do every day

1.  Wake up  (this is a given, as if I didn't, I would be dead and you
     wouldn't be reading this)
2.  Put on mascara (because my eyelashes are basically non-existent
      without it - vanity?  maybe a little)
3.   Feed my cats (because if not, they would be dead, as well)
4.   Fix my hair [I will face the world in wrinkled clothes or crappy shoes
       and I don't wear makeup (albeit #2 above - out of necessity), but if
       my hair ain't done (ie: looking good {or sometimes, just acceptable-
       by my terms, that is...}),  I'm not leaving the house -  vanity?  Damn
       straight it is!]
5.   C...

It's not quite often that you meet someone who makes your soul smile even in the little things they do and make you understand why your very own heart didn't feel like it's home like never before!

K

Abuelita, si tus ojos pudieran ver el bien que has sido la mejor maestra, y que al que más has enseñado no fue a ningún alumno en un salón de clases, sino a tu nieto que te mira lleno de amor.

Quién sueña que fueras eterna, que algún día llegues a amar, a quién a mi me tocará enseñar, criar, regañar, jugar, como tu lo hiciste conmigo.

Quiero que todos los días de mi vida me despidas con tu bendición, quiero que sepas que yo siempre te recuerdo igual, yo no te veo una arruga o cana más. El yo niño y el dis que adulto, te recuerda con ese cabello de algodón, esa sonrisa tímida, que quizás yo heredé.

Sabes, puede que a veces esté equivocado en las cosas que pienso y te cuento, pero siempre te...

I can breathe again
It’s been a wild and crazy ride
The fresh air expands in my lungs and it feels good but it takes my breath away for a solid moment... one word comes to mind: frigid
It’s bitter cold out
With temps dropping below the negative fifties here but i feel
It and that’s the most important thing..

the sensation saturated my bare skin as it begins to first numb and then burn the parts of my body that are exposed and fast, too... within minutes. It wouldn’t take long to freeze to death in weather like this and I’m thankful for my home, my heat, my blessings.

I welcome the burn
Because I can finally feel it ... all of it
Every sensation, every tingle

I was not myself lately
I dev...