Hey, Stupid Handsome Thing
Yeah,the same stupid brown haired boy
With playful eyes
Wanted me to unveil the truth
From all the beautiful lies.
So,here I go,
The rosy cheeks
With fuller lips
And jawline added
Makes my heartbeat skip.
Twisting of the ear lobe
To listen to me
And the idea of kissing you,there ,
Makes me go weak
In my knees .
The warmth of your hand
And the way our steps match
Trust me,you fool,
You're a total catch.
Not being allowed to touch you,
is a torture,
How do you keep your poetic hands off,
Such a pretty face,
When I know it's like,
you fell from outer space.
A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be…grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.” With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a sm...
Hay personas en nuestro alrededor que sólo quieren ver las cosas arder y ver las cenizas que jamás caerán.
Tú me hablas al oído y me cuentas qué aún recuerdas cómo conociste y tengo que decir que jamás imaginé llegar tan lejos, sigo disfrutando el momento a tu lado como si fuera el primer día de conocerte.
Hoy quiero hacer una pausa, decirte que dejaste de ser un pensamiento para convertirte en un pequeña persona viviendo en mi. Las discusiones, las lágrimas, las sonrisas, los sentimientos que cada día experimentamos me hacen conocerte mejor, me hacen sentirte más real.
Todo lo que pienso, fantaseo, imagino, lo quiero sólo contigo, no pensé volver a encontrarme en este lugar, donde en cual...
Encounters are now happening all around,
Out of dark blue, the full moon, starts to rise,
Forgotten, lost, hopes and dreams, will appear,
Suddenly, without warning; Heaven's sirens blare,
Angels and people hear, drawing close, gather near,
Breaking out, pouring forth, breaking out, drowning out,
As His glory, as the sea, covers the earth, takes ground,
Absent drone, around town, seeking fear, long gone,
Immersed heart, in the lost enemies, old camping gear,
New thoughts, float now, on the horizontal shore,
Ancient ways from the Ancient of Days, vertical tare,
Apprehending truth, for all the tall masses, galore,
Drawing close, as the Lord shows his hand blessings,
Our arms fail, to grow fallin...
thanks ladyo for this prompt 😝
Thankful for eh?
I'm usually not one with many things to thank for and right now, I am not in a thankful state either after what happened yesterday. But there are some things that I am really thankful for, which happened before that.
This was supposed to be a fan mail I think, but I guess I can write a part of it over here as well.
First of all, I thank Drew once again, for Lettrs. I clearly have no words to say or express what Lettrs means to me right now. I hope Lettrs grows into gunnyt largest and best community for writers all around the world if it already isn't, though I feel it is.
I've already thanked Lettrs and God fo...
..... and in a world of temporary things and people .. i was my only permanent .. i did well .. dear self we did well .. i am proud of you
love deborah annelise
A una semana de haber terminado todo..asi sin mas..con determinación y sin despedidas..con tijeras y sin ya mas hilos que cortar..sin alianzas ni cadenas..sin culpas ni reproches..mas un solo detalle...un pequeño dolor..una espina..que no molesta ni inmoviliza..que no frena ni idiotiza..es mínimo..minusculo..apenas perceptible..seguiremos caminando hacia adelante..en direcciones opuestas..pero ese diminuto dolor quedará..se cronificara al pasar de los dias..cuando el tiempo empiece a correr con prisa..y sin quererlo, sin pensarlo, sin siquiera buscarlo.. por propia inercia nos iremos acostumbrando..pero allí estará..minúsculo, inmovil y verdadero...el dolor de terminar algo que nunca terminó...
How amazing is it to know that there's someone that loves you, and he is ready to do anything to be with you.
Promises you to give you all the happiness in the world.
The feeling of being loved by Some one is priceless..
Desde ya hace mucho tiempo vienen subestimando el poder que tiene la mujer.
Es increíble lo que puede lograr una mujer cuando tiene una meta.
"Somos el género que nunca se rinde y que se hace cada vez más fuerte".
Inteligentes, autosuficientes, aguerridas, fuertes, bellas y Libres.
Soy mujer, y me enorgullezco de serlo, de ser poderosa porque mis ancestros me lo heredaron.
Con cada paso que doy marco un nuevo inicio, dejando huellas importantes y fehacientes de que la mujer sí existe.
Tomorrow I may vanish from the stands,
But tonight is mine and I am not leaving.
Tomorrow I may be replaced and shut down,
But tonight is mine and I am not leaving.
Tomorrow I may loose my skill but never my dream,
Because it's still tonight and I am not leaving.
~ Shivani Atri
Imagine NASA finding a planet we could live on. But it's very small. Only 10 000 people would be able to live there.
Who would we be sending up there to live and why?
Tag your letter 'thoughts'.
You know by now that I love music. Writing is my first love but music definitely my second.
One song that came to mind when I heard the theme for the next few days would be about the galaxy, was "Space Oddity" by David Bowie.
A well known song of course.
So I dare you all, to write your own short, long, silly, funny, serious or crazy song about space!
Perhaps about the stars, the existence of other things, the immense size, the planets.... Anything!
Have fun. That's all that matters. Tag your letter "music".
Let's be in love like this,
Without actually accepting it,
To know each other as is,
As our thoughts fail
And fill our hearts,
We let them wander around
The vicinity of love,
Without actually divulging
Into the deliberate details.
We never have considered the
Conscious efforts that we take
To keep out love.
In the words when we exchange,
The deep melancholy of love.
Unreclaimed, as sets its tone.
We just look around at
Everything and anything
But never near that spot
That comes even remotely
Close to being in love.
The silent pause.
The serene smile,
The selective sigh.
It all falls in its place,
It all performs its function.
All expect us!
As we are afraid!
To accept, so we deny
The pain is overwhelming,
The voices you attempt to ignore,
The scales you practically avoid,
You never asked for this,
You don't even know why,
You just know your the one suffering,
You just cant get away,
The fear of failure,
The fear of death,
You really do try,
They see skin and bones,
Ignoring the fire inside,
They blame themselves,
You search for someone to blame,
You seek society, media even the environment around you,
You just see you.
Dear Taj ,
I am really sorry for my childish behaviour. But I really know that I'll fell for you if I be with you for more. This has really not happen to me since long.
Checking your profile last Seen this I really a big thing. I normally don't do this, might be normal to all but I really don't give damn about people and I was bothering myself for you.
Now that we spoke on call it relaxed me. It's normal kind we get habitual to persons right? But this should not exceed more bouy.
And please be happy as you were on call. Laughing like donkeys. Tc and sorry that I am vanishing but I had to speak what I felt. So tc Tajammul. Hope I took your name right. And there is one more thing common i...
Enlightenment is not discovering something new it is realising what you already are. Each person has the capability and potential to change their life but what holds them back is society. Don't let society control you , lean into the divine essence of life and try to figure out the mysteries in life. Being enlightened gives the insights , the courage and openness to
actually be the person you already are.
WRITING TOPIC | LOVE
We’ve all been blinded by the blanket of emotions that comes from falling down the precipice of union into love. While we only have one word for it, the ancient Greeks in their pursuit of wisdom and self-understanding, found seven different varieties of love that we all experience at some point:
EROS (EROTIC LOVE)
MANIA (OBSESSIVE LOVE)
STORGE (FAMILIAR LOVE)
LUDUS (PLAYFUL LOVE)
PRAGMA (ENDURING LOVE)
PHILAUTIA (SELF LOVE)
PHILIA (AFFECTIONATE LOVE)
AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
Choose one as your topic and use it as the title of your poem or short story.
Tag your letter, "love".
- the head lettrist
The heart grievously wounded by the purposeless disappointments, long waited unreplied Texts, has fervently tried its best to hold itself together, until, it could no longer hold the severity of the excruciating pain. So
It gave up. The wounds were growing doubly, slowly ripping the heart into pieces of strewn love. Thats when heart came to learn about the real reason behind the doubling of wounds. It was not the fragility of the heart that ripped it, it was what was excessively nourished within in it. It was furiously trying to force itself out of what it thought was a despising place to live in. The pieces of heart was longingly witnessing its loved occupant delightfully fleeing away...
Word of the Day
Circuitous (adjective) :
Being or taking a roundabout, lengthy course
Write an open letter which includes the word "circuitous" and tag your letter WOD.
Happy weekend ya'll!!
Is not easy to be me.
Feeling always in the wrong place at the wrong moment.
Time goes on and nothing changes.
All i wanted couldn't be anymore.
It's too late.
It's all over.