We never get a second chance on making that first impression. When we make that great first impression, it doesn't mean it's a lasting impression. Remember that words are not as impressive as actions.
It saddens me when sometimes I forget certain things. Sometimes I try too hard to get along. In the process I give in because it is so much easier to be nice then when I think about it, I wonder why. It seems like I'm trying to prove my worth to people who could care less. When you have to prove your worth you've forgotten your value. Don't ever do that.
Beauty is the moments you share in silence knowing you are trusted, wanted, loved and appreciated because you make them feel safe.
I can always tell when my bunny does not feel well or is sad... when something is not quite wrong, just not right. I picked her up today and most days I'd have to chase her. We lay on the couch, my legs propped up on the coffee table and she was on my chest.
The thing about most rabbits is they do not like to be held. They're in a constant state of fear because they are prey. If you have one that lets you hold her, you are lucky.
Today, she let me hold her and she pressed her body onto my chest, her head shoved closer to my face and closed her eyes. We lay t...
Beauty is the spontaneity of events in our lives that would never be rewarding had it been planned or expected.
Tonight I walked several miles by the ocean listening to a man tell me thoughts he's never told anyone. We shared stories that presented themselves randomly through the things we saw and the memories they conjured. I walked next to a man who took me places in time that liberated me from self-doubt and reassured me that I am who I thought I have always been.
Being strong does not mean you do not get hurt. Time and time again you learn your lessons well but strength does not diminish your ability to feel hurtful words, see wrongdoings done to you. Being strong is being able to still feel what's inflicted on you without allowing it to defeat you.
I didn't realize my prayer has been answered many times over. It was my inability to see the subtlety of God's grand gesture that here I am, 851 days later I'm still waiting now almost hopeless.
851 days I stared at the answer with eyes wide shut. Now I know that when I ask for things I have to be clear. It is not enough to simply request, plead, implore or beg for wishes to be granted. It is not enough to pray and hope for my prayer to be answered. I must learn to ask to be able to recognize it when it's in front of me.
851 days later, I realize how blind, deaf and ungrateful I have been to what I've been given.
851 days earlier, against all odds I met you and loved you but now I have ...
Don't be afraid to move on because it does not mean you gave up. Where you are right now is holding you back from the happiness you deserve, from growing, from finding out what life has to offer you.
Moving on is loving yourself enough to know not all people who come into your life are meant to stay and be with you in your journey.
Strangers tell me...
I sit quietly contemplating on which street taco to eat first as I let my mouth water. The aroma has convinced my mind to thinking everything will taste the way I imagine it. Not right... the little things that I might miss or are simply unfamiliar to me will be a surprise and the smallest of details can throw me off. That's my relationship with food. Although when a certain dish does not taste the way the smells entice me, I do not give up on it but I will make a mental note of it and try it elsewhere.
This is my same approach with people. God knows how I attract the exact opposite of me and I find that it makes my day colorful and conducive to a lot of laughter and ...
Ask me where I keep my memories of you...
You won't find them in sheets of yellowed paper or dusty journal... Not in faded pictures of us in my thoughts... Not in boxes of scented letters.
Your memories are behind my ears where you last said you loved me. Your memories are between my lips to never escape in words I did not get to say to you. Your memories are kept in my tear-soaked pillow.
This guy asked me if I would like to meet someone exactly like myself and I told him, "not really." That was appalling to him. He rephrased the question as if I did not understand it in the first place. I gave him the same answer. Third time's a charm... he asked the same question as if my answer would change. Not really.
And he wondered why his friends say he's annoying. In my case, I'd call him a 'victim' after I slap the side of his head, punch his throat and rip his tongue out so he would stop talking.
I met someone who analyzed me and called me 'basic'. Thrilled to engage me in conversation, he silently profiled me. He acknowledged my bluntness as a good trait to have. Basic was his word to define my lack of interest to give out details. The simplicity of my answers was complicated. He could not fathom the existence of my kind of person as he relentlessly tried to find logic in my way of thinking and living.
I gave him a few hours of my time as I saw his need for conversation and my need for entertainment. I let him ask all the questions about how I handled situations. In the end, he deduced that my simplicity could be assumed as a bad thing to someone analytical like him and maybe I sho...
I found myself walking out of the store with a disturbing amount of scented candles. I was pleased, ecstatic and filled with nostalgia. Each candle I bought had smelled of hope, love, heartache, anticipation and dreams. The scents were wrapped with moments I cherished, some realized and others tucked in the creases of my consciousness waiting to happen.
I felt my heart full and exploding with sounds of laughter and quiet sobs from times I visited. The memories I relived again and again looked as vivid as when they first happened. There I was surrounded by thoughts from my entire life, all of them happening all at once and I stood still, knees not buckling.
My strength in keeping t...
The friendships which last are those wherein each friend respects the other's dignity to the point of not really wanting anything from him.
- Cyril Connolly
What is DISRESPECT to you? To each and everyone it may not be the same. Some of us may be compassionate and will forgive and forget easily. Some of us may be more sensitive, take it personally and be hurt deeply. Some of us would rather please others and take the insult, smile by day but cry at night and hope for change only to find out that their actions/reactions do not affect that other person.
Are you the kind of person who will give more chances than the other person deserves? Is it true, that when you are done, you are done?
That's who I am.
Dear Lady Lettrist,
Thank you for all you do here at lettrs. You bring much energy from your San Diego home and I delight that I may sign a letter for you now from the west coast.
What an unknown experiment this all is, with us witnessing a movement that is quite remarkable. Thank you so much,
Dear Lady Lettrist,
Happy women's day!
Thank you for keeping me inspired when I was low.
Have a great day and a great Life ahead!
Love and prayers,
NO ENTIENDE, GUARDARÉ MIS BESOS.
Es el amor dividido más hermoso
por que esa es mi gran verdad
por que es el que hace que tiemble
mi ser y anhele sus brazos.
Solo que él no entiende
que el sentir de la tierra
cuando no se cultiva
y no se riega se vuelve infertil.
los vientos agresivos desmoronan
los sentimientos más firmes
dejando el cuerpo indefenso
y el corazón solo y vacío.
En ésta inmensidad le he buscado
pero no está solo, guardaré mis besos
en el oscuro sepulcro, empolvados,
abandonados cuando no exista tiempo.
Ahí los guardaré...
Elvia Pérez Medrano.
I half-ran from my car this evening towards the local gym thinking I was already late. Upon opening the door the bright light shot my eyes and I said, "Good morning!"
It was half-past six at night outside but nine in the morning inside. "Is he here yet?" I asked trying not look bothered. He's usually on time. I wondered if maybe he forgot that he was meeting me tonight. I hesitated for a moment to send him my message but out of habit my finger typed the words "You're coming?"
His face with a half-cocked smile flashed on my phone as it rang. "I'm at the light. Be there soon," he said.
As I walked to the other end of the room to put my things away I heard him say "Hi" beside me. He looked ...
"As rare as true love is, true friendship is still rarer."
- Francois de la Rochefoucauld
Sometimes we are led to believe that what we have with our so-called friends is real. It's sometimes in the depth of the words said at times of need that comes across as compassion. I think it might be my desperate desire to see goodness in everyone that screws me over.
Seemingly truthful words heartily spoken sound so good but then it never fails. Their actions always contradict such verbal goodness and once again I feel duped. I live and learn.
Although this does not happen with everyone I know, it's the closest ones to me that prove me right to my dismay. It makes me wonder what they think.
Lang writes letters to my soul. I lovingly refer to her as my big sister because we have shared a similar pain, I know this because I can feel it when I read her beautiful and painfully honest words. I don't know how she does it but she just touches a part of my I almost forgot existed. And she reminds me it's okay to feel pain; your beauty comes from your pain. Your words are your art. Even if they are pretty little things you've masked for the world to see
Writing Prompt (Oscars)
And so, the winners have been chosen tonight for the 89th Academy Awards. Did you agree?
Who would you have chosen and why in any category? Write an open letter, tag it 'oscars' and 'movies' then comment below when it's done.
Writing Prompt (Collaboration)
"I have fallen in love with someone who is hiding inside of you."
If you were given the chance to collaborate with the Persian poet what would your lines be?
Write an open letter starting with his line above and continue with your own words (your part not exceeding 5 lines/sentences). Tag it 'hafiz' and 'poetry' then comment below when it's done.
There's not enough words I can say to let you know how I feel about you. From when you cried when you were born I ached not knowing if it was the sound of pain or fear, joy or shock to when you were older and you cried because of angst or sadness that consumed you... I will always feel everything especially that which you cannot express in words because my heart is tethered to yours.
I am the way I am because I have the need to be all that you need me to be and I will never change. Regardless of what I want for you, my love allows me to let you be who you are destined to become.
As I count my blessings every day I wake up, I rejoice every moment you've lived. Your ex...
Everybody Loves Her
By Her, I mean My Mother
Without her I'd be Nothing
I'm only Here Because Of Her
She was Here First
In her Domain I Remain
I Write because of Her
It's her Blood in My Veins
Her Voice Stays in My Brain
She's the Soul to My Train
She's the Angel in my Ear
I make my own decisions
Already knowing what'd she say
she might think that I don't listen
But I hear her everyday
Even when we aren't speaking
She'll always be a part of me
As long as she's around
I'll find peace and harmony
My flaws aren't hers
But I know she hurts
I stay quiet for a while
I don't want to make it worse
I'd rather have her mad at me
Than not have her at all
I wish she wouldn't blame herself