Somewhere in our hearts,
There's always a thirst for love,
And a hunger for freedom.
WORDS ARE LIKE KNIFE
Never have I imagined that the words FLAME, PASSION and INTIMACY could hurt.
Not until I heard it from your mouth.
It hurts so bad to the point that it brought back the pain from eleven years ago.
Different situations, same pain.
Suddenly, fear creeps in. What do I do? Should I keep trying or should I run?
Now it is over, there’s so much I would like to tell you. Something that I have found is that we try to figure out what love actually is when we have lost it, why? I think we can’t actually tell what love is unless we have lost it.
I want to experience our love once again, just to know how it was to be yours.
“Because even in Darkness there is Change, for both better or worse.”
For even in darkness we feel serenity, peace, and You are your own blissful companion.
“The light hurts when it shines too bright, it burns our sense of sight.
Thus not all light will show us truth.”
“For it is when we close our eyes that we can genuinely see”
that is why in darkness we walk,
so better we can be.
She is more than just
a beautiful girl.
She is everything
that is beautiful
about the world.
I make a bouquet of thorns
Just to prick myself awake.
It's a hard time dreaming,
When reality is at stake.
It's nice to know I matter,
But sad, all the same.
Quenched throats and crumpled cups,
Are serial offenders of my name.
There was a time I was once melancholy,
It seems not to have passed.
I shall sit by with my rose of thorns,
And wait for it to last.
Don't matter. Exist calmly.
WHAT DOES PURPLE TASTES LIKE?
I stalked her from behind as she once again walked anonymously towards the secluded houses in our society. It was strange as no one ever dared to walk in that deserted area except her. There were many different stories famous about that area. Some said that it's roads were haunted after the death of her parents in an accident. Some believed that, negativity in that area forced people to abandon their houses and a few used to say that the houses there were not sturdy enough to withstand natural disasters.
This was the reason why she was so infamous in our school & stayed anti-social, even though she was our class topper. I barely s...
THE INTERVIEW QUESTION: Why do want to become a doctor?
When Doc Tatz asked me this question during my interview when I was applying for medical school, I have already prepared an answer that was simple and sensible. But it did still caught me for a moment of crashing memories and emotions. I paused for a beat before giving my the well-thought reason while thinking about my real reason. When I was a kid my first dream was to become a teacher partly because it’s one of the limited options I was aware of and partly because I admire my kindergarten teacher (as well as that minitured house at the corner of our classroom). But then a lot of people told me that it was hard to be a teacher because...
To Whom It May Concern,
My name is Kristofferson Evans and I started sending Lettrs when I was just seventeen years of age. I am now older and wiser. I apologize for my absence but life was calling to me and I could not help but answer.
In my absence I have loved and been loved. I have cried many tears and felt many a sunny day on my cheek. I met many who passed through my life and many who stayed.
I hid from the world because I didn't think I had a place in it. Considering the current circumstances I believe we are all hiding.
I hope you are safe, dear friend.
From my morning coffee,
Dancing With the Light
You remind me of a moth.
Yet your wings are strong and beautiful.
They carry you across continents in search of what you need and I see how it nourishes your soul.
I admire your courage, my freckled friend.
You attack opportunities the way a moth will dance with the light of a naked flame,
At risk of being singed while looking into its brilliance.
And I see that it scares you.
But you are more wise than your years, sweetheart,
And time has taught you that a life free of risks is no life at all.
On Days Like These
There are days,
Days like today,
When I hear,
"It's beautiful outside",
But no matter how hard I look,
I just can't see it.
I hear the birds,
But its just a cacophony of noises,
And I see the cloudless sky.
And I know it should excite me,
But it doesn't move me at all.
It has lost all of its colour.
And I feel no joy from its vibrancy.
It's like looking at a Monet,
With paint thinner spilt over all it,
All there is are tones of ugly, muddy, grey.
I know I should feel the warmth,
The warmth of the sunshine,
Upon my naked skin.
And the glow of the wood I am sat upon,
It should fill me to the brim,
With big smiles and exhultations.
It should make...
Hablemos sobre ti
sobre el café de tus ojos,
motivo de mi insomnio.
Hablemos sobre mi,
y sobre lo poco que me importa
parecer un oso panda
mientras me sigas viendo
con los mismos ojos.
Hablemos en plural
Hablemos con la mirada
y besémonos con las caricias
Hablemos de "nosotros"
Sí, en plural y sin espacios
Hablemos del lunar de tu hombro
que me enamora,
y que puedo observar
cada vez que me abrazas.
Hablemos de todos los trenes
por no perder ni un minuto
de no estar juntos.
Hablemos de los besos
que no nos robamos aquella noche,
y que hoy en día
nos regalamos bajo las sábanas.
Hablemos del presente
y especulemos sobre el futuro
disfrutemos como niños
Hey all !!! It's been a long break and all our lives have been changed because of this new virus...
Every word ever written.
If I could keep in all the letters I have written, of these lines in verse, on each word, would be my intention to kiss her.
Dreams, fugitives and stories in every word carrying to his eyes, distances in which the letters no longer embrace.
This is how the stories come to an end in an embrace, and kisses every word that were the metaphor, the most beautiful poetry.
I am in stealth mode
I am not a coward.
I am might walk away,
I am not gone forever.
I am wounded
I am not pitiful.
I am re visiting everything
I am repenting
I am correcting
And i will be back.
You cannot bear my heat,
You will know my power,
You will know who I am.
I can be a creator,
I can be anything i want,
I will have everything
I wish for,
I will be happy.
And I will not have to hide anymore.
Wow. It’s been about 4 years since I accessed this app.
SO MUCH HAS CHANGED!
I had a baby !
I got engaged !
I moved into my first apartment!
I’ve missed y’all so very much <3
I am back again after a long break.
Everytime when i am back i try to interact with you all but I don’t get any good response.
To connect , it is important to know each other.
I am giving another try ,
If it goes well, then al good
And if not then i will write letters randomly and lets see when i will have all ears.
Dear Husband, I adore you.
For some reason.
Okay, some reasons.
Actually, there are so many reasons why, I must not attempt to list them all. Still, I am compelled to share some, as it was a list of things you love that brought us together in the first place.
So, I love you. For your compassion toward all living creatures. Countless examples abound, but suffice it to say, there are so many puppies I've been fortunate enough to meet because of your strict refusal to strand someone lost. Because you must always ensure a wanderer finds their way home. A quality of yours I've profoundly benefitted from, as I had never felt so safe as I did the day you brought me home.
I love you for you...
To my girls,
Let’s talk about men and their wishes: you must be a Goddess, a gentle woman who happens to be their little girl (of course). They like to you have a voice, but not loud enough. “But that’s what men do...” (fuckin fallacy!)
They are men, who are we again?..
And we love them, right?
We love all about them!
The caring, the loving, the way they can comfort you in a difficult time (just like your dad or brother)...yes! We love them so much that we accept their way of life, of making, of doing... in the end it’s all about what they need, when they need it and how they want it.
But I’m not “it”. I’m a woman full of desires too and I won’t scream anymore. I know that one day for ...