I amuse myself with fortune cookie wisdom from time to time. This one in particular is telling me to take the risk I’ve been considering. It seems so simple but now that I’ve had time to think I’m almost sorry I entertained the thought. Lesson learned... again!
Que fácil es hacer daño sin darnos cuenta, sin querer, que fácil es pensar que la otra persona no sufre, fácil es esperar que los demás estén de acuerdo con nosotros a que pudieran creer en la empatia, en la realidad y en la vrdd.
Fácil es pensar que si omitimos no mentimos y no herimos. Fácil es sentirnos incrédulos del amor, del sacrificio que otros no ven y de nuestro propio daño y egoísmo.
Fácil es hacernos los ciegos, los que no escuchamos y no somos capaces de ayudar a lidiar luchas que no son las nuestras propias.
I am laying in my bed, Ghost is asleep beside me. The wind is raging outside and all I can do is listen and marvel at its strength. It started about two hours ago and battered my car as I drove along the river to home. The trees danced in the winds embrace and at dipped deeply at times.
I have always liked storms, the clashing rain, lightning, and thunder. Dark clouds in the sky make me want to stay at home and make soup and bread. But it took me awhile to learn to love wind.
Something about wind has always made me uncomfortable. It is loud, and beats at you and your home, constantly pummeling to get in. I have seen roofs ripped off and massive trees uprooted. Not to mention the dange...
Vivir solo tiene sus ventajas
- nadie te deja basura tirada
- no tienes que recoger el desorden ajeno pues solo te da tiempo de lidiar con el tuyo
- tranquilidad absoluta
- no tienes que compartir el mando
- tú eliges qué ver, hacer o inventar
Lo que te puede aburrir es que nadie te espere...
to be loved
to be loved
to be loved.
The day that you found out the truth how did it feel?
This feeling deep inside me felt like I was free and the same time I felt alone.
Then came the guilt because I knew at that moment what I had to do and the effects it would have on others.
Freedom comes at a cost and I knew I will pay for it.
I wrote this earlier as a response to a word prompt, thought I would share it here see how my fellow Lettrists dance or not to the meter and rhyme. :)
It's soul was dark
No heart to beat
Yet no deceit,
Made no attempt
To hide its goal
In all it killed
Yet still not whole,
It turned on us
The human race
Our doom was sealed
There'd be no trace,
When it arrived
Our only toll,
In the Black Hole.
(c) Lamo The Lion 2019
P.S The word was 'Oblivion', yeah I know you were wondering!
"...abre tus alas y sal de tu zona de confort; al principio tendrás inconvenientes, pero las ganancias serán grandes. El universo es tuyo; para de pensar y comienza a actuar..."
La mente humana no es sólo una masa cerebral encerrada en un cráneo que la protege, la mente es un universo casi virgen donde estamos explorando las reacciones, sentimientos, decisiones, personalidades, movimientos y cada uno parece ser como una galaxia dentro de ese espacio caso infinito.
La tabula rasa se va llenando a medida que crecemos dependiendo en una gran parte del entorno y las experiencias
Los humanos somos el signo de interrogación del universo que existe y que aún no conocemos por completo.
Sí estás ahí quejandote, es por decisión propia, excusas o motivos
- poca aspiración
- falta de creatividad
Pero recuerda que siempre es tú asunto no el de los demás aunque algunos te pueden ayudar ...
The heads which are down to read quality books today,
Will rise soon by installing habits and virtues in them.
They might take time more than we assume, but they will rise towards the height where society will bow down. Not as gesture of just reverence but of pride. They will be able to conquer the threatening problems due to their creative imagination and ability to build system around it.
They will keep the needle of human race towards better future by the lessons they have learned from the great thinkers of past. They will find solutions not for the problems of their own life but for the threats of society as a whole.
Readers are tomorrow's leader.
distance between the identical duplet universe
embedded temporary inside of two human bodies
Distanced by the law of nature but
connected by the enactment of the souls
How did we miss the signs?
isn't 411.4 a Palindrome?
Why is there a distance between the duet of the psyches?
Maybe to be on the safer side!
coz once in a while, the blackhole emerges
and distance shed when the heavens are aligned
The two souls they collide
and gods experience the dance on the Stotra
in the closure of singularity called boudoir
as their naked skin chant the ode of lust
and sounds in wavelength, moans, and queef
their soul outbursts supernovae of love
A few million galaxies...
Can you help us finish the story below? Tag your letter "storytime".
Give it your all! :)
"These foreign streets were unknown to her. And it was getting dark. She had to hurry..."
The best stories engage all of the senses. The more senses that are stimulated, the more people will not only relate to your story, but be moved by it.
Music is an art form universally recognized for its mood-altering qualities and it’s ability to effect behavior. Music gives you the opportunity to tell your story in a different way.
This week, turn the last song you listened to into a story. Tag your open letter, "Music".
So it's 2 in the morning and I'm still up. Why? I don't know. haven't been able to really sleep early as of late or wake up just as much. Times like these I feel like a machine, which sputters instead of roars, whose gears grind against each other and not slide like a well oiled machine, a machine on the brink of collapsing. That image, these feelings of impending loss, they've been with me for a while. As I glimpse the outline of my frail arms and feel the wariness of my sunken in eyes, I realize I fear the feeling of not caring anymore. Because it feels awfully close by. Yet somehow, I've managed to make friends, and not just that a girlfriend too. A really good one too. I'm happy but at th...
Use the words below to create a poem or story and tag your letter "weeklychallenge".
I’ve never really written whenever I was happy.. Ive always associate my letters with bad memories, As a gate way of releasing any negative feelings I had bottled up.
So this is new to me!
I just have boatloads of energy at the moment and wanted to share a warm smile with the world.
Just imagine a tiny little human with a huge smile reaching ear to ear.
Remember when people say “good things are coming” or “there’s always a rainbow at the end of every storm”? Please, believe them. even when it’s hard and you feel dark and twisty..
Because good things ARE coming!