Different people bring out
   different worlds in us...
   But I fell in love
   with all the worlds in you.

      -N.R.Hart

The silvery moonlight
Calls to the shore
Teasing it to come
And read what it wrote
It writes stories with its glittering ink
That flows with the water below
Stories of lovers
Who loved too much
And promised a lifetime
Only to drift apart
Because time wasn’t on their side
Like the sea drifts away from the shore

- Shefali Dang
@soulfullyscribbled

Sometimes I feel I come from another time
Because my soul is too old for this new world
I come from a world
Where there are no walls or boundaries
Where colour is a word
Used to describe flowers not skin
Where hearts are full
And thoughts are deep
Where the spirit is free
And flows like poetry  
I come from a world
Where you can feel every feeling
Deep in your bones
Where dreamy romances still exist
And everyone is fluent in chivalry   
Where being kind isn’t a virtue
It is just the way to be
I come from a world
Where intuition speaks loudly
And voices speak softly
Where eyes talk without words  
And silence is a language
Where music can be heard everywhere and in everything
Someti...

No. 522

I am not going to justify myself to a world that only sees me when it decides I`m worthy and no longer invisible.
I don’t need to be ‘seen’, my life so far has been a tremendous achievement, my only regrets are that it took me far too long to realise that museums and galleries aren’t the only places where art lives
– it lives in me too,
I am art.
I know I may not appeal to everyone; however, I have learnt, that the only person I need to please is me.
The world is full of critics and I will always be my worst critic and often judge myself harshly, but I know me best, I know the struggle I’ve been through. What I won’t accept are strangers with opinions based on the cover a...

I do not need
a reason
to love you less,
I already have
a lifetime
of reasons
to love you more.


James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07

Kissing you has ruined me and my ability to enjoy the taste of any other woman’s lips.

No. 520
You always have the ability
to open old wounds,
even when we don’t speak.
We remain tangled;
my heart is drawn to you
for reasons that escape me
and yet I cannot escape you,
I will never be free
– my broken pieces are being held together
by the constant pull of your invisible thread.

-    ‘We are tragically Interwoven’


James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07

When it comes to my heart,
you will never understand me,
if you cannot be patient.
There will be times when I am silent,
do not mistake my silence for weakness or neglect.
When I feel things,
I feel them deeply,
my emotions often hold me hostage
and render me immobile.
Do not try to save me
– I do not need saving,
I need time and space
so that I can process every impossible thought
and balance it with a sense of reason.
Only then will I feel comfortable in my own skin
and you will get the version of me you rightly deserve.

- ‘If you love me, be patient.’

James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07

we tied our hearts to hope
and held hands in the dark,
a pair of shimmering souls
searching for a flood of stars
- ashley jane

And yet she still walked into the storm,
unafraid of the chaos,
for it knew not of the struggle
she had endured and won.

#InternationalWomensday

- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07

And as I grow another year older, I hope for the day this world ceases to get colder, where heartache is a weight off society’s shoulders, where love is strong and much more bolder. @PLECCA

i asked you to give me space,
and you gave me the most luminous
night m a g i c
you’ve always known how i love constellations
how i search for them
when i am overwhelmed in a world
that is too much chaos and not enough calm
and we sat there watching
until they said their sweet goodbyes,
until they were swallowed up the sunlight
and i knew in that moment
that nothing was a waste,
all those tears and all that pain
because if it wasn’t for the shadows
i wouldn’t know the beauty of the stars
- ashley jane

Imagine the revolution happened

the one that you talk and dream about

Imagine your side won

and you had the society you have always wanted

How would you choose to live

you personally

in perfect society

NOW START LIVING LIKE THAT NOW

There are may paths that lead

To the top of the mountain

So whichever path

You choose to follow

Its the never a waste of time

The only people wasting their time

Are those who run around

The base of the mountain

Telling you

That you are taking the wrong path

You got what you wanted,
Now you don't like it?
Why?
You have, what many desire of,
Yet, it's not worth a penny,
Why?
You seek something else,
Something that you don't own,
Why?
Your greed is growing,
Your needs are growing,
Why?
You feel stuck in this life,
You want to be free, but don't want to die,
Why?
Eternal freedom is unacceptable to you,
While, worldly pleasures are not,
Why?
What is it that you desire Musafir?
What is it?
Questions are aplenty,
Answers are not.
Why?
Don't let the silence speak for you,
Come, sit here, and talk!

I don't have desires,
I have aspirations,
To be what I am capable of,
We are capable of endless possibilities,
Yet limited by our bounded capabilities,
I wan...

The light is not at the end of the tunnel but it’s inside you.
It’s just that when you begin to trust yourself,  you see it there too.
So start believing in yourself and all your dreams will come true!

S.A

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 ...

Epic.
It was meant to be epic:
a love transcending chance and circumstance,
an ever ascending dance and romance.

Perfect.
It was meant to be perfect:
you and me against the whole world,
defying the odds and the rules,
our timeline disrupted, interrupted,
but finally synced and smoothed out.

Pieces...
It's all falling to pieces:
every memory has jagged edges,
tainted by carelessness, callousness,
all my cruelty and apathy marring
what could have been...

But maybe we can pick up
these pieces and make something new,
you rely on me, I'll be there for you
and we'll make it through,
it will be enough...
maybe it will be enough...
maybe it will be perfect...
maybe it will be epic...

Voice or noise! -

Why we feel those noise around,
That heads us to listen so loud,
Scream to stop to get it back,
Hating those things that isn't fake,
You won't like to hear those voice,
That affects u with truth alive,
Let it speak and allow to listen,
That's the truth u must be given.

-VishakhaDhruv

Each of us is unique in our own ways and writing is one of the best mediums to express and introduce our inner self. But have we ever thought of describing a writer? Well I am sharing my perspective and would like to read your creative definitions as well.

Who is a writer 

The one who has empowering powers within himself 

The one who makes up with his inner strength

The one who has a big heart and several hats to handle at the same time

The one who radiates excitement and enthusiasm

The one who has layers of depth to his thoughts and feelings

The one who shares his genuine being with undying smile 

The one who leads like a mythical Phoenix with confidence and grace

The one who is un...

Skin softer then the night Sky !
Smile brighter then the sun, it gets me so High !

“Stolen moments” and the music starts to Unplug !
As we ask bartender for more 805 inside the Mug !

Actions of the past can’t erase what we Did !
For you, I’m willing to just fall off the Grid !

A woman who doesn’t seem to know her full Beauty ! A Duty ! I’m willing to take on to never let her forget it !

Bonnie if you ever slip up off your Path !
I promise to catch you and hold you through all the Aftermath !

- Cygrim

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...

Freedom
In life and mind
Can save the day
From curse and troubles
Let’s do this!!!
All people on Earth

The dark place.

It is not all dark in here, there is just a lot of shadowed areas. Sometimes, the shadows grow bigger and make me feel like it’s all dark, but then some other days, o can reach the switch and turn the lights on so it’s not so dark. There are other days where the dark feels good, just you, it can even be cozy.
In my dark place, I can see that I’m lacking lights, if fact I’ve tried, I have tried making them brighter. Paint the walls, open the blinds, get candles, even a lamp for when I’m too tired. I have tried is all but somehow it still not lighting up. Eventually I got tired of trying and I let go. I kept in the dark, just getting the lights when visitors come.
My place i...

   As I sit here lost in my thoughts thinking about the events that have occurred as of late, along with my own personal thoughts, feelings, ideas, and all the noise inside my head that just got to the point that I needed to take pen to paper and write.
   
    I am not someone who enjoys talking about politics or issues outside of my family or a few close friends.

    Please understand that I am not forcing my opinions or views on anyone, but if you want to respond and have a thought-provoking debate I am all for it. I am someone who likes to make people think and look at things from a different perspective. I am someone who is open-minded, and I like to hear what people think and unde...

Kanha Shanthi Vanam, Hyderabad.

No matter how hard I tried,
I always ended up losing you..
I kept you so close to me;
But you still chose to leave.
I spent my savings on you;
But you never gave a heed.
I slept thinking about you last night;
Wanting to keep you safe,
because you were my only one,
My dearest!
But when I woke up , you were gone, Gone like the wind...

I let you keep my sight together, but you still wandered away everytime.
I never let anybody have you..
I treated you like my own baby;
But you were least bothered to hold on to me or my feelings!!

And there will come a day,
When tears have no place here.
And I fear its arrival, for the
Moment the rain clears and the
Clouds move on, is the second
The sun starts to shine, on a Time
When we are just you and I.

Melissa Marie

I have a couple poems that I wrote when I went into remission before and I was young and naive... The first poem I wrote 2 years ago when my boyfriend and I had been together for about 2 years at the time when the cancer came back...

like it happened yesterday
the anxiety never seems to go away
every cough ... every pain ...
the worries can drive you insane

but early on I seen our love
and strength came from God above
by each others side we'll stay
a commitment we make every day

cancer tried to destroy you and me
but it back fired...
instead it set us free
we became free to explore
and we were able to open
unimaginable doors

we looked fear in the eye
shedding tears we ...

Hello there,
I found this hidden gem when I was looking for a writing app or something or other (can't remember exactly) a few months ago then I got busy and stuck in the rat-races of life these days but isn't that the same with everyone. So it sat there on my phone in a folder that I access quite regularly just collecting dust (so to speak), so today I finally  had some downtime so I finally decided to set up an account and give this app a try.

I am not sure how exactly this really works but the way that I think that it works is that its like talking to the moon and stars in the sky above me when I am missing someone I love who has passed away just hoping that I could hear their voice o...

Look around you. Observe the world that you are living in.

Can you feel the beating of a thousand desperate hearts?

Can you see the fear for tomorrow in the looks of people?

Can you hear the cries of a thousand mothers who are losing their children each day?

Now ask yourself, is this the place where you always want to live?

Is this the place where each child expects to grow up when they open their innocent eyes and see the world for the first time?

Are you able to look in the eyes of those children without the feeling of shame for this reality full of evil, which they have to face?

Is this what we have prepared for them throughout centuries and years?

We cannot deny ...

Ich habe eine Katze, deren Name Tiger ist. Sie hat Zwillingskätzchen, nämlich Tim und Zinn. Wegen Hundemissionen habe ich ihn in einem Park verlassen. Heute nach einer Woche ist er wieder zu Hause. Ich weiß jetzt, wie sehr ich die Zinn vermisst habe.

I’m looking at you in love and it appears to me I see my image in your soul but I know that beyond is a water unfathomable to ever grip and I will have to splurge my life crossing it.

I love you and I know it will last forever, I will always traverse  with a senseless longing to get as fast as thinkable in your deep persona, I will always preserve my desire floats stressed to you so the storm will never give us away, to halt the whitecaps of your garments drapery over your body with my palms, to held them in your chest and gape at the possibility of your smiles with a plea of waywardness.

What a lovely world it would be, where you stride with kisses, where you breathe  with love and ...

  Ok.This is the first letter that I write in this APP.I am a little excited now.(^ω^)
  I want to meet with yours,and be your friend.My name is Siriy.
  Good morning.

Australia, VIC

Dear emotions,

Please don't grieve over the stars, they may shine bright, but by the time the sparkle, they're already gone.

Hi all,
It's unique, kind of weird, but seems like a lot of fun so even I'm writing to you, for the first time, not knowing who you are, or what I'm supposed to talk about.

I think my first letter should be about motivation, as it has been the sole reason of all that I've achieved till date.

I can safely say, every individual, on this earth can achieve more than what he has, do more than what he's doing and can go beyond his capabilities.. with a motivated mind.

Wish you the best.
SM

Tengo ganas de ser mujer tengo...
Muchas ganas de comer al mundo ....
Tengo ganas de comer ....

Es muy deprimente cuando le cuentas a una persona tu sentir, pero no le importa.
No le importa que estés triste.
No le importa que necesites compañía
No le importa que necesitas ayuda.
Simplemente se aleja y destrosa tu esperanza por buscar confort en personas que amas.

Sometimes it takes traveling thousands of miles away from home to embrace the truth. The truth of you finding solace and comfort in the thought that this time around, at the price of some emotional discomfort, you found a way to gracefully exit a situation that didn't help you grow. That even though you can see the good in people, you can also recognize a very familiar pattern and Red flags that present themselves in new situations with new faces.
There's nothing wrong with not conforming to breadcrumbs of effort and attention. To holding on to your dreams and aspirations. You know what you have to offer and there is nothing wrong with holding back and not expressing that until what you give...

Sometimes people need space not because they hate you but because they are trying to love themselves again!

-Rekha

Kissing you has ruined me and my ability to enjoy the taste of any other woman’s lips.

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 ...

I haven’t been very active due to college work, but here’s a poem that I wrote for my creative writing class!

Trombone

Yellow sounds, tones, and brass
Several lips buzzing fast
Sliding up, sliding down
Moving arms all around

Ta-tas, not wah-wahs
Tone of voice should always awe
Glissandos clean and smooth
Two f’s you should not overdo

Solos, trios, orchestras, and choirs
Playing skillfully, you must acquire
Do not let go, or your slide may slip off
Memories made, but happiness lost

Show them your joy
Your excitement

Make them laugh
Make them smile

Comfort them
Dry their tears

Cry your own tears behind closed doors

Hold in your pain until their suffering is over

Muffle your cries so you don’t bother them

Be strong for them, but keep your weaknesses a secret.

Beautiful hypocrites

‪~pretending to be flotsam~‬

‪bed sheet, a‬
‪white deserted beach ‬
‪and I, barefoot ‬
‪sketching clouds in the sand‬
while the waves keep coming in ‬drowning my feet‬

‪as I lie abandoned ‬
‪with the starfish ‬
‪seaweed in my hair, shells‬
‪digging into my back, spring‬
‪from the mattress, telling‬
‪me, I can still feel‬

‪-firdaus‬

Spring...where are you???

K.

It's good to be back here on lettrs, after they fixed my problem! I've missed it a lot... It's time to start all over again!

Tenemos razones para querer regresar, pero nuestras ganas no se han topado por la puerta de atrás.

¿Qué es lo que estamos buscando entre tantos recuerdos?, ¿O será la vanidad de sentirnos jóvenes al recordar los pequeños universos creados alrededor de las tardes, que terminaban en amaneceres?

Tenemos momentos en el que nos encontramos en momentos más felices pero al volver a la realidad nos topamos con la infelicidad de lanzarnos lejos de lo que pudo ser nuestro hogar.

¿Nos queda algo más?,

¿Por qué nos resistimos a poner RESET en el corazón y volver amar?

¿Qué esperamos para volvernos a topar?

Ahora solo somos la puerta que no se cierra, ni abre.

Estamos parados, al pun...

#childhood memes  

"It feels as if I was in yesterday ,those who are here of my arena please  shake your hearts with me"
                   Luv$n♡₩

#Skylark Challenge 183

To hell with your DREAMs,
Do as I say,
I have poisoned your JOURNEY,
Erased your DESTINATION,
I am the NEGATIVE,
I am your sin.

#Addiction

I keep moving
I can't sit still
I get nervous
That I'll feel ill
Emotional
Uncomfortable
Vulnerable
And unstable
A sudden flood
Of energy
Overwhelming
I cannot breathe
Will I survive
This painful loss
She gave me life
I must go on
Did she sit still?
Give into fear?
Why if she had
I wouldn't be
here
~ Lady Sativa

I wish I knew you.

I wish I knew you before all of your pain. I wonder what kind of person you would be today, instead of the one I don't know today. I wish I knew you back when the wind blew hard and the rain poured down on us. Before morning coffee and on Sundays. I wish I knew you when you are alone. I wish I knew you before everything you say is a lie and all of the addiction. I wish I knew what you say to Her instead of Me.

So....

Opted to lose your mind did you?

Couldn't take anymore ay?

Ran into the smoke to hide

Blinded for another day.

The truth will out

I know you know

What will they say?

Where can you go?

Think about the children's lives

As they go about their day

Confused not knowing what goes on

Each time you go away.

The truth will out

I know you know

What will they say?

Where did you go?

Think about financial crisis

Consider every loss of earn

Embers floating all around you

Every thing that moves will burn.

The truth will out

I know you know

What will they say?

Where did it go?

Enveloped in forgetfulness

With cough and shortened breath

No money for to post your ...

I would rather go through life sober
Knowing that I am an alcoholic
Than go through life drunk
Pretending that I am not

I dont care who you are
Or what you may have done
Anyone who choses recovery
Over the hell of adiction
Is a fucking warrior in my eyes

       Every night before bed I look foward to my morning coffee.

                          -jenleeluna☕

Exceptional bean/
A heavenly aroma/
Ah, such bliss, such bliss.
           ©moiragallaga

#haiku #diplobugswritings
#copyrightwritings #odetocoffee

#Skylark Challenge 177

When I think
I can't make it through the night
You are there for me.
Your fresh aroma
Arouses me.
The taste of your sweet bitterness
Keeps me going -
Letter by letter,
Word by word.
I pray our story is one
That never will end.
So tell me
Dear coffee,
Will you be my valentine?

---Holi 2019---

Existence has a vibratory field of its own.
That vibratory field has its own mutation and association to collaborate with each other,
Every collaboration manifest wide range of possibilities.
Every possibilities we see is a fragment of limitless diversity,
Every diversity has its own different colours and vividness.
This colours and vividness infuse richness and meaning into our mundane life.

Holi is a significant reminder for all of us to open up ourselves to experience higher dimensions of life.

Higher dimensions enters when we burn out negativity and void we hold inside due to layers of ignorance.

When we open the gate of knowledge to invite richer and bett...

***********

Ever seen chances slimmer,
Than oxymorons? Than breaths
In the slits of turmoils of death
Than serendipity walking bold
With a thunderous sky
Than the fine line of white
That turns the strongest dark
Into a grey of hope,
There, then, maybe
Lays a soul, praying to fall
With trust, on the wiser side.

Each of us is unique in our own ways and writing is one of the best mediums to express and introduce our inner self. But have we ever thought of describing a writer? Well I am sharing my perspective and would like to read your creative definitions as well.

Who is a writer 

The one who has empowering powers within himself 

The one who makes up with his inner strength

The one who has a big heart and several hats to handle at the same time

The one who radiates excitement and enthusiasm

The one who has layers of depth to his thoughts and feelings

The one who shares his genuine being with undying smile 

The one who leads like a mythical Phoenix with confidence and grace

The one who is un...

All that I ever learn from love was how to be continuously naive. A spin that never stops.

I think using letters makes you express yourself more than you would have in person talks due to lack of confidence. That's my opinion on why letter.

Dear Letterists,

Letting someone go is never easy.
We often crib for the things which are not meant to be for us.But do we realize the world is beautiful & our happiness shouldnt depend on someone else.Lets not measure our self from the eyeglass of someone else.
If someone is meant to be in your life,they will stay no matter what.You can’t force someone to love you back.
I understand the pain of heart break is unbearable.
But my dear friend,Life is too short to regret for the things which are not meant to be yours instead cherish what you have.
The Magic is within you ,You just have to discover it .
You can do anything possible in the Earth so just go & conquer the world with your love laugh...

Life is the best teacher they say and I have never come across one as persistent as she is. One thing I have never learned is how everything is temporary. Once green leaves on a bough turns to rust and will soon be snapped from the branch. Even the sun gets tired of the day—sets to give way to night. I question why I had to meet you. Why I even let you shed some light in the comfortable darkness that I was always so used to. You became a spark, a tiny ember of light that brightened and warmed an otherwise bleak and empty space. I let it burn a little. Fed it shavings from conversations on life and sweet nothings. I was stubborn and never really  listened to the lessons... The embers will glow...

Dear Lettrists,
When do you find the best time to write?

I wish I could carry your heart
In my hand
Or the pocket
Of my shirt
Where it embraces
Mine
Through a curtain
Of translucent skin.

I wish I could keep your heart
Somewhere
In the drawer
Of my study table
Or between the pages
Of my favorite
Poetry book

I wish I could place your heart
Under the pillow
While I went to sleep
Or just thought about
You,
At night;
Sometimes during day,
Or if I could just
Place it
On the desk
In my classroom
On the notebook
And pen down stories
And poems
About how it breaks
And how it bleeds.

I wish I could have your heart
If not your soul
I wish I could have your heart
If not you.

To remember someone with every word getting typed on screen.
To wrap one's feelings with the most toughest metal.
To unwrap them on paper,scribbled with blood.
Writing like looking into mirror.
Writing like staring at own eyes.
Writing like.......screaming in silence.
That's how much uneasy it is to ease that pain garnered from so many years.
It won't come with flow.
It can never come easily.
There is no relief when every grain of salt has promised to sprinkle over sores.

‘3 A.M. EPIPHANY’

His body had come in contact with the cold floor of the stage but the mind, oh the mind, it was still dancing. He could see and feel the lightning mockery of the ceiling above trying to stifle him with those weary and blinding curtains, those red, velvety and scornfully thick dejections at the seams with fleeting breaks and folds. The audience had migrated to somewhere else, to a faraway land much more better, promising and of incantation. The stage was indeed blind. Disheartened. Dispirited. What was left of it were the flimsy and particularly minute grains of cold dust and bouts of despair. Something that mustn’t have been present boisterously on the floor. Or more precis...

From that first meeting in 8th standard to today when I again saw you and recalled everything in a second.
I still remember when you first entered our class with an naughty smile, intoxicating scent,and those deep splendid eyes. In a minute I felt you completely. We barely talked but then to in a couple of months I was the one who was knowing everything about you. You were the one lost in the books, trying to paint own world and always wore that silver bracelet with hanging flowers and elephants on it in your left hand.
And then time passed,and from 8th we slided over to 12th, time changed but that sweet sophistication between us still stayed the same. The last day of the school, we were all ...