Taking time from my
Self exiled island of guilt
To breath some fresh air.
Or, at least trying.....
A new week, a new challenge. For this week, we're giving you the three words below to create a poem or story with. Tag your letter 'weeklychallenge' and comment below when you're done.
Finish the story.
"He didn't leave his house for months, after he had lost her. People would visit him less and less as his attitude was pessimistic. Until that very special day...."
Tag your letter 'storytime' so we can find your letter. Give it your all!
What would you prefer. Being in love with someone for the rest of your life who doesn't love you back, or being in a relationship with someone you don't truly love, but are happy with. As they do love you very much.
Tag your letter 'choices'.
If lettrs had MySpace's music feature, what song would automatically play whenever someone clicked on your fridge (profile)? Use the comments section below.
THE HOSPITAL WARD
Bland and sterile,
geometrics flutter beside an open window,
to the rhythmic sounds of bedside contraptions,
as they wheeze,
The judder of cups rumbling upon a distant tea trolley,
and pleasing interruption,
mixed with the chesty staccato coughs and moans of the patient in bed eleven.
~ Soaring Skylark
A CC0 image from Photo Fox
Some people have a habit of judging you and de-grading you..... As they feel they are the smartest and most sorted out individuals out there....
They benchmark their success & monetory values to bring you down...
Now...everyone is fighting a battle to his/her best of abilities.
Learn to respect all... After all its time...
IT WILL CHANGE
Born in a devil bound neighborhood where the poor call it "Home" & the rich "The Ghetto"
Where my skin tone can be seen as "Beauty" pure as an art form of God creation
while to other's may conceive only a "Criminal" a coin to the less fortunate
Where cops are beloved, few battles but no wars
while the news only portray the violence for their entertainment
Call this "KNOWLEDGE S.L.A.N.G"
Living in a world where feeling's are overrated
When hearts love with their sexual desires, forfeiting the simulations of their emotions
& teaching of the generations behind us "Lust" is the new way
causing the trust issues we suffer but won't change...
the heartaches we hate but praise to adjust to ...
The Weary Feather
She walks through the deep red door bearing wings of the crow.
She lifts one delicate finger and points past me.
I turn in disarray, and faintly hear her sigh followed by a chuckle.
There is a light so white emanating from behind her, it causes the vessels in my eyes to reveal themselves.
She gingerly steps forward towards me.
With every step there is this unfamiliar sense of heat that engulfs me.
I notice my hands begin to tremble.
She approaches closer and her feathers ruffle.
Her once confident smirk turns to a stale straight face.
She is close enough for me to feel her breath as it frolics through my eyelashes.
I notice bumps raise ...
I would you to know that love does not feel this toxic. When you are with the right person, they understand the way your mind operates, they feel the emotions you feel and can relate to the way you look at life. @PLECCA
I do not need
to love you less,
I already have
to love you more.
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Tonight, Ill cry myself to sleep
You don’t hug me like you used to
Do you even know I’m laying here?
I turn over and try to remember how it was
You lay there but it still feels like an empty bed
I could go to the other room,
But it’s just as lonely there
Tomorrow, I’ll wake and pretend that everything is fine
and that I’m doing alright,
Even though tonight,
I’ll cry myself to sleep...
Kissing you has ruined me and my ability to enjoy the taste of any other woman’s lips.
I lay upon
Thoughts of you
From bloodshot eyes
As I lay sleeping,
And far too numb
To dream. JD
How long will I be this way? Miss you mom.
is a rubik's cube.
it will have you thinking
you're going the right way,
doing the right things,
just to tumble from your
exasperated hands unsolved.
do not let it beat you.
you've always had a knack
for puzzles and a persistence
unmatched by the wind.
a block of colors
is nothing to
the light bulb that is your mind,
and though you may find challenges,
you'll find your way out every time.
Freedom is what happens when we don’t think about scarcity but about abundance - not of material things but of timeless pleasures like the present day.
What would you give to live in a free state? Even if freedom meant carrying a few less things on your back...
On a field of red roses and green grass,
Just lay with me without reminding the hours,
I am selfish for the happiness of holding your hand,
How toxic it is to sleep with an unloved heart.
I took another step of chasing you,
Changed location of my emotions from happy to sorrow,
I was lying on the same bed as a masterpiece of your rebound,
There was nothing left in me to give except hatred in our house.
Questions remain unanswered,
Nothing felt like tears to flow on my ground.
Why there has to be an end when you want to live high,
Why there is less love when I give everything which stands by my side?
I see people, chasing their dreams, following their passion, courageously facing the struggles that come with venturing out into an unknown, unconventional territory, and I can't help but admire them, and be in awe. Now I know some of my friends and acquaintances who have refused to settle for the 'safe and conventional' career choices and are doing what they love to do. And all I see are how happy they are, albeit all the hardships they face. A couple of them are musicians, carving their way into the big league, with small, baby steps, some of them have taken up modelling as a career and their transformations are nothing short of Inspiring.
It's good to see that the conventional idea of a ...