8/19 ?-? 8/20
I sat worried, and waited...
For a call, for you to come home last night, but you never made it.
I thought something happened, the worst I imagined,
But you were just out getting drunk, but with whom? What's the damage?
The damage between us, was it worth all this grievance?
How come you're not talking about it?
Come on give me some reasons!
I feel hurt, mad, confused, and cheated!
I feel deceived, taken advantage of, inadequate, & unneeded!
I love you, we have a family, you're my woman, I mean...are you??
Do you have to lie to me about what you're doing just so we won't have to argue?
You turn off your phone, lie and say that "it's dead",
Then you come home, I t...
The other day, I was reading a reflection on a book about how the challenges that we choose to avoid keep coming to us in different shapes and colours, until we decide to face them, to cross the threshold.
This is not a new concept at all, for many cultures have a circular perspective on life and, ultimately, time. However, it is funny how we can be familiar with an idea and not apply it to our own life.
I have more uncrossed thresholds than I'd like to, in my family, work, and academic life. There are things that I let myself be affected by which don't deserve my worrying. I am consciously aware of this. I promise myself that I will be impervious to all the worthless events and people. And...
WRITING TOPIC | REFLECTION
Choose a topic from the list:
1. What motivates you?
2. How good are you at waiting for what you really want?
3. What role does procrastination play in your life?
4. Are you hard or easy on yourself?
5. How do you find peace in your life?
6. What are your interests and passions?
7. Have you ever been in love? Describe your experience.
8. Have you ever tried to hide your racial or ethnic identity?
9. What are you grateful for?
10. What life lessons has adversity taught you?
Tag your letter "reflection".
- the head lettrist
WRITING PROMPT
13 Word Story
Create a 13 word story based on the illustration below.
Tag your letter 'shorties'.
Word of the Day
Adieu : goodbye
Write an open letter which includes the word "adieu" and tag your letter WOD.
Here is an easy word to start off your week, if any reader or writer has any suggestions or feedback, please do drop it in the comments section.
Happy Monday!
Dear friends of lettrs,
You have all been so patient as we experience our growing pains. Thank you for that.
I am glad to say that we will be seeing a big improvement in speed, performance and bug reduction over the next week. Please know that I care about every letter and every person who takes time to write. Give us this next 10 days to make lettrs the best it has ever been. I hope we will please you!
Yours, signed, in thanks,
Learning to live
a language of love,
which contains no words,
is what I wish to master
before I die.
- the poetry bandit ©
Suffering and acceptance means more than just acknowledging pain and that it is organic.
Acceptance requires reflection so deep that it is also subliminal.
Taking it all apart. Laying it on the table. Analyzing what fed into thoughts, ideas and ultimately actions.
Pain doesn't just happen.
It grows over time. It is a born and it overcomes you. It takes your identity and rearranges your priorities.
It doesn't just start with looks, or glares, or words. It thrives on silence.
It blossoms with blame and shame.
It is manifested with hostility and more silence. And then, slowly, one unmet need at a time it's who you are.
Denial makes it unrecognizable in the mirror. The only person who can see ...
I am tired of
window shopping for
acceptance and
the price that comes
with it.
- the poetry bandit
Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
Her propensity for perfection
Is powerful, peculiar, and poetic.
Properly placed pretty packages
Pleasantly positioned, just so.
Perfectly proportional paper-thin
Physique, primed and polished.
Privately and procedurally she paces
In a painfully painted prison of purgatory.
Pleading for permanent paradise.
-cwpoet
Here I lay, longing for your touch;
You, like my favourite night enveloped me with the enormity of your beautiful soul and all I did was stare at you, through the serenity of mumbling stars and oozing moonshine within, that you quietly ruled.
I felt how you caressed me with each drop of dew, as intoxicating as the trail of your sillage until the creepers born out of the vastness of our buried memories grew along my body and swallowed me back through the wormhole of realism, fusing me to the brittle life of loneliness where I succumbed to God's game of alchemy where golden sunrays grew out of night sky,
blotting out the stars,
the universe,
you,
us.
-animesh // Ruins
Do not mistake my silence or waiting for complacency.
I've lived my whole life never being sure of anything except for knowing that I was never sure of anything.
I do not hold my love back.
But I do hold it here in my hands
And sometimes,
I wait for you to come and claim it.
-Rose c.l.
We stopped listening
we stopped talking
but I still heard you.
Nothing is louder
than silence.
Actually,
the only thing
louder than silence
is the inevitable breakdown
that it eventually births.
Years of silence
will fucking take you down
in a matter of seconds.
It comes out uglier
than the silence, itself.
It stains the people
it touches.
Stains turn to scars
and scars will always remind me of silence
and how I died.
-cwpoet