I have been thinking about actions and consequences lately.
Sometimes I just want to disregard the consequences, and I unleash. I'll think about things that have bothered me in the past, different ways of handling situations.
So far, although I'm not the richest man alive, or the guy with the most things, the most expensive possessions, stacks and stacks of degrees, I'm not homeless, I'm not starving, and I'm not locked up. I'm free.
[[On a side note, here's an idea for a prompt, would you rather be homeless or in jail? To be honest, I don't really wanna hear every ones opinion on it, I would like to hear yours though.
Homeless: you're free. You can get by. There are ways. Pe...
Explain dreaming to a person who never had or never will have a dream. Either because of a neurological problem or because he/she is not able to remember dreams.
Use one of the 30 stamps from the Dreams collection and tag your letter 'dreaming'.
You're on death row. How do you want to spend your last moments? What would be your final words and your last meal?
Share with us your thoughts.
Use the tag 'DeathRow'
Unconditional love or sexual love?
Love that is infinite or love that demands pleasure after another?
In an open letter, convince us which one holds more value and why. It can be a compelling story or a poem.
Tag your letter 'lovelust'
I try to imagine how your name would sound in my mother tongue, like the phantom words that exist only in the language I was born to, that if said out loud would seem to you, incomprehensible. How do I tell you when my words are a patchwork of two worlds that fit so beautifully in my mind but unstuck, like pieces of a puzzle, the moment they fall from my lips? What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
- Lang Leav
Life is empty. I hold no hope for humanity as I know it will eventually throw itself into the pit of extinction. Love is just a series of chemical discharges brought on by the brains urging. Without dopamine you would feel absolutely no pleasure in life and would not feel as satisfied to accomplish anything ever again; you'd be just as well sitting on a couch for eternity. To know all of this takes the beauty away from life; the mystery has vanished. What I would give to laugh again and feel it means something more than just audible contractions of the diaphragm responding to the relief theory. But it doesn't, and it never will.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man with a sword
~ Oscar Wilde
It's the first day of a zombie apocalypse, in an open letter, write a plot. Tell us what's going on, what do you see, who you're with, what weapon/s would you use, etc.
Tag your letter #zombie
Hi dear. And I hope you had a wonderful Valentines Day. Thank you for appreciating and sharing my letter on twitter and instagram. I would like to say one thing. Your prompts always have an emotional connection with me. I remember that sometime back you had given a prompt 'My favourite quote.' The quote 'I am the master of my fate... I am the captain of my soul.' , which I had mentioned as my favourite quote too had some emotions attached with me. And the last time I had written about Pursuit of Happyness prompt, I was made to relive one of the best moments of my life. And, writing about The Fault in our Stars was just too beautiful for me. I imagined the whole book like a movie my...
How have you been ?
I Hope you're doing well!
Write me back,
I hope this poem's heartfelt.
Celebrate this day
a thousand miles way,
Stay beautiful, Jen.
Don't ever change!
I miss the laughs
I used to get from you.
I miss the talks
we used to have.
And above all,
I just miss YOU.
They say that the deepest
penetration is of the mind.
So go ahead, make me lose it.
Satisfy me with intellectual
stimulation. There's nothing
more erotic than a substantial
- JEN -
Holy shit, Jen!
I smells like cow dung!
Kill me now...
Tangina, Bru... wahhhhhh!
I'm halfway there... Good things are going to happen.
I had too much coffee. I will go to sleep next week.
Just so you know I left your phone number at all the Starbucks bathrooms I went to.. I told them my name was Jentoo... expect some calls. I looked pretty O-some with hair done up and face dolled up. You'd approve and be proud.
Keep you posted!