When you are a dad, blessings come in pairs.
Thanks to the thousands of people on the lettrs network for helping me live a dream as a man, and father, of letters.
Yours in thanks, and hope,
Dear Charles,
This is awesome, I see the stamp on this letter what showed up automatic as would it be a sign..
Charles, i remember the way we got to know each other. We was in the same Facebook group and spoken about Military. You were stationed here in Germany after world war 2 . You told me a lot about it, i was thankfull for cause my grandparents never wanted to talk about it.
Day by day , we became very good Friends.
We shared so many things and you were cheering me up and made me laugh thousands of times. In Facebook, in E-Mails, in Letters , postcards and I never forget the long phone calls. Never forget the first time I heared your voice on the Phone. You was such a caring Pers...
My father taught me
to ignore words
said by frustrated people,
coz they are already
not able to cope up with past
and ruining their own present.
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
My father taught me
To be strong like a rock,
Polite like a feather .
Be with those who care for you
Shower your love to those
Who understand how precious
You are and your
Unconditional Love for them.
🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
My father taught me
not just Survive,
live every moment.
Don't let anyone else to dictate you.
Be what you are
not what others wants you to BE.
🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼
❤🌸Happy father's day dear Dad🌸❤
🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼
-Rav.
Making the world a better place starts with making yourself a better person.
Thank you, I love you.
Good morning Drew,
Thank you very much for sending me this stamp. I strong message which we all need reminding of from time-to-time, softened by the beautiful background. It's definitely one of my favourite collections.
Have a nice day,
Becca
My plan of murdering my Mother...
Fell with a thud,
with broken ribs
Some puncturing my lungs,
Rendering me to short breathes,
The pool of blood on the ground beneath,
Flowing from those cervices on the pavement n street....
Could taste the blood on my lips... A lil mud Adding to the coppery taste..
I saw people running towards me,
Only if they did,
a bit earlier on my clock.....
There's the milk man,
who spilled his can,
trying on safekeeping my life,
Poor soul... Doesn't he know
it's 15 floors
that I have skipped?
But after this I believe.....
HE CARED for me!
There is this watchman at the gate,
Even being 85 of age,
I saw him running to me with long strides ahead,
I belie...
You glow of a psychedelic star,
Eroding a dream,
Like a tapestry dyed till ends,
Dipped in dried Sun rays n sunflower seeds...
-inkybleeds
#WORLD ENVIRONMENT DAY .
What a paradox . 2 days late for the post. Probably because was busy answering questions on environment and studies !
So let's get this straight, the post is not about the day but about the environment !
And nature needs attention everyday . So I know I am late but it's never too late !
The post is not just for the oxygen we receive that's necessary for survival but also about the birds that come to my balcony everyday and wake me up by chirping . About the squirrel that plays with me , about the trees that calm me down when I feel uneasy, and about the moon that listens to my rants everyday . Oh, also the stars that twinkle and witness my overwhelming emo...
Dear money,
Thank you for being selfish.
Thank you for being needy.
Thank you for playing hard to get.
Thank you for changing the people I love.
Dear lie,
Thank you for being so available.
Thank you for being a hoe,
Thank you for being so easy.
Thank you for being so destructive.
Dear hope,
Thank you for not giving up on me.
Thank you for always giving me a way.
Thank you for the happy moments.
Thank you for another day.
Dear me,
You are strong.
You are brave.
You are incredible.
You are extraordinary.
You are beautiful.
Dear Drew,
Thanks for this app. It keeps my mind occupied. I have noticed a change in myself ever since I started writing. A change for the better. I'm growing fond of lettrs. Thank you.
Regards,
Angela
Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
You are doing an awesome job by giving people a global platform for self-expression and sharing the writings, and connecting with penpals!
Keep up the good work!
Regards,
Rosy
Today is another ordinary day for me, except that someone has told me something I can consider as a compliment.
Few weeks ago, I was transferred to another team, the team I wanted to join at first but I was not assigned to. Little by little, Im discovering the their culture. I compare it with my previous one, even the one in my previous job.
It's getting tiresome now to deal with shits of people. Different personalities, different stories, same cycle. That's why I find it hard to open up myself, thinking they're thinking the same way I do towards them.
My mind is not that sharp anymore; I tend to forget the details. But thats what helps me to listen to repetitive stories. Thats what people...
It's the theory of time,
It renders my tense tenseless,
For my timeline has only two,
One with, another without you......
-inkybleeds
He still recognise me. Such a simple gesture but heartfelt.
What a blessing. So grateful.
Now I remember...
How my morning started with a stranger who helped to pick up my belongings which dropped out of my bag.
His kindness touched me. I am grateful, so grateful for that moment.
I just want to say how absolutely amazing this app is. After two, almost three years of being absent from Lettrs, I come back and the Lettrs Staff still remembers me.
It’s apps like this that continue to strive in this world and I just want to say thank you!!
Thank you for making me realize that my writing in the past was worth something to you all. That somehow I made an impact on you.
This is what keeps me writing time and time again.
So thank you.
Thank you so much!!
My blue roses,
They never touch my seeds,
They just achieve the feats,
Long gone in the gridlocks,
Feigning side clocks,
Luring Human flocks,
to seduce the eventualities of one more,
Who doesn't even succumb to time anymore.........
-inkybleeds
The unnamed name loathing the unmaned name,
still holds your signature on it,
whose inks were just a speck,
which lands on the land out of custom,
to pour down the legacies,
of which none will ever mention.....
-inkybleeds