I’m sorry for your loss! Powerful words that express such emotions when said as comfort.
I sat and start glancing over all the cards people wrote. Why must we go through a situation that is never planned yet we plan for everyday life.
I can close my eyes and still see him. I see him as a soul who reached out to save me from my own darkness. He was never afraid.
After him leaving us, our world appears to be filled with gloomy clouds and endless days of isolation. We all have our own way of holding up. A fake smile, laughter to keep us from crumbling and hidden tears left behind in the car.
If heaven could open up so we could see him again. I’d be the first one to never return.
There is so much to do... The unspoken, the unfinished, the unimagined... Adventures, pleasure, laughter, memories, best workouts - beautiful, breathtaking, serene, magical, maddening.
I might have played our little - yet to be completed, mundane Wed. evening in my mind over a 100 times and it still makes my eyes go shut and wonder how it would feel, how you'd taste? Is it the racing hormones to blame or something so addictive about you, I can't let go of that mental picture...
I am fascinated by every bit of you...
I've always been afraid of the way I know I'm falling too hard for you. I try my hardest to push you away but you always come back stronger. To be honest, the thought of me loving you scares me. I can feel my body physically ache with longing to be held in your arms again. You are that home to me. People always expect me to be strong for them. I am scared by how you always manage to see every insecurity in my body even though all I ever wanted was to be someone you could rely on. I am afraid because I feel myself shedding everything I am for you. Slowly, you are managing to make me feel that home is where warm hugs and quick naps are. Because to me you are my rest.
All 6 of them sat around the table when they heard someone banging loudly, on the front door. For a second everyone froze. Could it be?...."
Is it possible , that the one friend they left behind , is back after so many years in search of them.
They all have met together after 7 years , for the first time after that incident occurred. A heartbreaking and dangerous accident , which lead to the death of one of their close friend. An incident which changed a group of 7 to 6.
The time seem to be the same , as it was 7 years back , the cold weather , everyone going for a holiday into the mountains and enjoying the chilly winds.
Difference was just that the chilly winds now , were c...
I am your friend, your enemy,
And I am all that you will ever need.
The sky turned pale
Is that what we wished for?
We are withered with rain
Was that what we wished for?
Nobody is wrong here
They have their "reasons"
Subjective identities, they all have,
Enough for treason
Justification everywhere, for
We are proud of what we do.
Nobody is wrong here,
Not everyone could be.
But someone must be right here
Else nothing would make sense
Assume someone is right
But then what is to derive?
Suffering is just because
Acknowledgement is painful
Admitting that we are wrong
Might shatter our "castles"
Everyone has one, small or big so,
Nobody is guilty here. HAHA,
You also think so?
My Passion, My Torment, My True Love
My desire, my happiness, and my pain. It’s paradise, laying in the sun on a beautiful island. Watching the waves crash into the sand. Feeling the wind in your hair. Your free! With a brighten soul, and a smile you can’t erase. Desire, the excitement, the warmth in my heart. it rushes through me. Suddenly, it’s gone, fearing what’s next. Torment rushes through me, a pit in my stomach. The pain begins. Waking up on a cold deserted island. Feeling disappointment. A soul filled with sorrow, a frown you can’t erase. Desire, the sadness, the cold in my heart spreads through me. Is this my passion, is my soul on fire or lost for ever? My tournament. It’s dark, i...
Dear Every Reader,
This letter is for each one of you who is struggling in some situation right now. I know and understand exactly how you feel cos guess what!! We are sailing in same boat. Only our situations might be different our issues might be different. But I know we are having equal hard times. Some of us are struggling finding a job. Some of us are struggling to work at their office due to pressure. Some of us are dealing with relationship issues or breakup or divorces. Some of us are having issue in finding that Mr/Ms Right. Some of us are dealing with health issue physically some are dealing with ones mentally. Some of us are dealing with family issues. Some of us are dealing with ...
Hello from Ahmedabad,
I want to mention a story in here. The story that one girl told me when I was in Ooty.
Ooty is a place located near Coimbatore, in south India. Me and my brother and some of his colleagues, we all went there by road driving a Royal Enfield. We all started a journey from Bangalore at 11:00 AM and reached there by 8:00 PM. The journey time usually depends on us that how much time we take to drive a bike and at what speed we drive a bike.
We already had booked a hotel there to make a two days stay. At another day, we visited some of the places and captured photographs of the same.
It was 8:38 PM roughly. I was seated on the bench of the public transpor...
Relatively similar to yours,
Same fingers, same thumbs, same palms,
But not the same at all,
Our hands touch the world around us,
They imprint the time line of life,
Some impressions are as meeting a deer on a dark country road,
And some impressions are as a mosquito against the windshield on a stretch of highway,
And some imprint where they have never been,
A kind act here that mattered most over there,
A few words shared on a needful ear, that when reciprocated, changed lives never met,
A kind smile upon a tearful spirit in passing, that gave a broken sole a will to live,
Some hands are healing, some hurting, some never leave the pocket of their jeans,
My hands have left many impr...
I had only ever
as a young girl
clutching at stars
in my head
and when you
asked me to
I jumped at
and left behind
my sanity as I
but it was
never going to be
enough for you
and I was right there
waiting for you
but you had
I guess I was
never quick enough
to keep up with
Some one asked me
That is materialistic
That expects gifts and roses
Appreciation and celebrations?
The one which comes along
With us like the trenches
One that holds mirror and ahand
That is resiliencing not indulging?
I pondered hard
To mark it's not just an another day
I love those roses on my day
And also that kiss I wud cherish
I need those candle lights and balloons
So that I could embrace tight
And whisper my love only
with a smile and brighten all night
Yea I m that trench too
Will always walk through
Love to hold that mirror
Which wud reflect not just the other
Ahand that is held in promise
That doesn't skip the grip
If love is resili...
Please make this pain end.
I can’t stop crying. I cry and I cry and my stomach hurts so much and my eyes burn.
Breathing in between sobs is getting harder and harder. Please make this pain stop.
This crying, this sad pain is over baring.
Just make it stop. Please God make it stop.
My face...I do not recognize you anymore. This face isn’t mine.
The heart break kills me.
It’s killing me....slow
Just make it stop.
I don't know what I am feeling anymore. I used to be so damn sure of my feelings. Always in control of myself. Now? I don't know anything anymore. I am blank, angry, sad, lost, rebellious, irritated, frustrated. My head is spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. Making me incapable of doing anything. I am desperately seeking for a release. I need to fill myself with smoke, or be drunk senseless, or to draw lines in the skin and to replace the darkness with pain. Or the most fulfilling one - be lost in ecstasy. But I can't. I don't know how much longer I can remain strong without giving into my cravings. And to think that I used to be so sure of myself! Speak about irony.
I am letting you go, not because I stopped caring. But because you don’t care enough for me.
You will always remain in my heart, it beats for you.
I will grieve immensely for you’ll be gone never to be seen again or held again in my arms.
I will always think of you and that will be the only joy I’ll ever know.
My heart is broken, my eyes wounded, and my soul will forever be missing pieces.
I am a person that is strong.
I am a leader... A leader of one!
I do not need others to follow me.
I need no one to lead me.
However having someone beside me is a game changer! Dont get me wrong I'm good at alone. Just saying having an equal 🙏🏽
I must thank you.
Our ending marked my new beginning.
There's no more darkness
Just a heart of solitude
And peace. JD
What I know is - that my self worth is much more important
than my desire for you or my need to not be alone.
What I don't know is - why I ever thought it wasn't.
Writing Styles: #4WordStory #6WordStory #12WordStory
Writing Prompts: #ending #beginning #darkness #HeartOfSolitude
#SelfWorth #whatIKnowWhatIDontKnow #me [paint a picture (write) about what represents you] #LifeGoesOn
Mi muy amado príncipe. Es la primera vez que te escribo una carta anticipada. Es que cada que escribo para ti, te siento más cerquita de mí. Te extraño tanto. Ninguna palabra en la faz de la tierra, podré encontrar para decirlo correctamente. Eres y serás por siempre el amor de mi vida. ¿Y cómo no serlo? Si fuiste tú quien me ha enseñado a perdonar. Tu corazón tan puro como aquella mirada que nunca pude ver; pero que la imagino en mi corazón.
Quisiera llamarte por tu nombre; pero lo susurro internamente todo el tiempo. Cómo quisiera volver a tener el regalo de soñar contigo y tenerte una vez más en mis brazos. Jamás podré negarte. Jamás querré negarte. Eres carne de mi carne. Sangre de mi sa...
Memories are four dimensional. They take on a different shape from each point of perspective. We argue over what we see, because we all see things differently.
Time doesn't seem to stop in this unreality I live in. I try to hold on. The path isn’t clear and there seems to be storms heading my way. Dark storms with forceful winds. They appear to be taking out everyone and everything. How do I get past it without having to open my eyes? I’ve battled worse before and came out with a few scars.
I recognize the tricks my ego is playing. It tells me this isn't for me. I'm not made for this. It is so powerful and I stand there in the middle of the chaos. I refuse to open my eyes. For if I do, I may see the reality I choose not to accept.
No distractions from the outside world, it's merely a wondering soul searching for that someone who is no longer h...
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,
you taught me that it was okay
to not always be o k a y,
that there are people
who won’t run on the days
when i am exhausted and hurting
and way too hard to deal with
you’ve held my hand
for over twenty years,
and you are still holding on
thank you. i love you, always.
Since you came to my life everything was easier, thanks for so many moments lived by your side.
A Letter to My Lover for When I Have Lost My Mind
My Dearest RJ,
Succotash. If you are reading this, then my sick brain has retreated from my grasp into the throes of my darkness again. My thoughts twist into barbs that slice my faith and blind me to everything good and beautiful in life. Doubt weaves a fog so thick that confidence and reality disappear from view and cast frightful shadows making self and loved ones shift into strange menacing monsters. I lash out in terror and desperation at all I see, trying to escape the sharp torture and the uncertainty as the darkness draws me into a lethal embrace like a serpent.
As sanity slowly returns and the fog lifts, I see that the da...
Embrace the support of those who sacrifice for your own well being.
Those who give their all and unintentionally become your hero.
The world would not work the way it does without the love, care, and support that our fathers have provided us with.
Thanks for everything you’ve given and taught me over the course of the years, dad. You are the #bestinmen
No recuerdo con certeza cuando exactamente empecé en esta plataforma, pero lo que si puedo recordar es que fue en este lugar donde conocí extraños que ahora llamo amigos. Fue aquí en donde sentí que mis letras traspasaban fronteras, fue aquí donde me enamoré de muchas culturas que antes no tenía idea de lo maravillosas que eran.
Es es este lugar donde me sentí protegida del mundo, aquí dónde una palabra por muy pequeña que sea te inspira a seguir escribiendo cada día más y más.
No sé si algunos de mis escritos hayan significado para alguien algo especial, pero les puedo decir que muchos escritores de aquí han revivido en mí la pasión por escribir.
Gracias familia lettrs, por este rincón peque...
This poem is to all those that have served in the Military around the world. This poem is titled The Uniform.
Of the sleeves, I remember their weight, like wet wool, on my arms, and the empty ends which hung past my hands.
Of the body of the shirt, I remember the large buttons and larger buttonholes, which made a rack of wheels down my chest and could not be quickly unbuttoned.
Of the collar, I remember its thickness without starch, by which it lay against my clavicle without moving.
Of my trousers, the same—heavy, bulky, slow to give for a leg, a crowded feeling, a molasses to walk in.
Of my boots, I remember the brittle soles, of a material that had not been made love to by a...
The strange and mystic art of trying to turn a mix of metals into gold.
A rumored hobby of Isaac Newton; understanding the gravity of his situations.
Life makes alchemists of us all.
We take our elements - the hard, the fine, the dense, the noble, and the untouchable radioactive- And we blend them. We try our hardest to mix them into something that shines in the sun. Something of value and beauty. While we know that Gold, in its perfection, stands alone, we still keep mixing. Like mad scientists making artistry of chemistry, we mix til it’s similar enough to be satisfied for one more day.
And when the luster fades, we start again- beautiful, mad, manic beings seeking after the s...
I have found more morality
In the literature of authors
Such as Dostoyevsky
Than I have ever found
In any religious text.
Your 2 weeks passed already it is your 3 week letter!
You’re stupid, you fail, you’re weird,you’re not perfect. But that is okay. I am like that too. We laugh the ugliest side . Even though we disagree. Sometimes we never fight but sometimes we do a lot. When I’m sad you’re always there to make sure that I’m okay. Thank you for being there for me! I love you!
Dear best friend,
Thank you for all the laughter , for all the fun we’ve shared ...
Thank you for always caring,and knowing what to say...
Thank you for being a friend , in such a special way.
This is to remind you I am here for you always, we will face life together .
We are best friends for ever!