Nada más bonito que ver a alguien que quisiste siendo feliz, aunque sea de lejos, eso significa que todavía lo quieres pero de una forma distinta, desde donde ya no te duele, desde donde lograste sanar
Here i flow
I flow with the mahanadi ford
Here i flow
l flow with the village temple bells
Here i flow
l flow with the baisakhi winds
Here i flow
l flow with the autumn starry night stars
Here i flow
I Flow with the monsoon white cloudlets
Here i flow
l flow with the alpine junipers
Here i flow
I flowI with the tears in your eyes
Here i flow
I flow with the monsoon sweet earth smells
On chilly foggy nights
As I trace lonely roads
unadorned, except for shapeless trees
and eerie silences,
I half wait for you
Stand before me
Whatever was kept off
That sleep leaves me barren on unforeseeable whispers,
doesn’t bother me
That anxiety attacks on mid nights like this,
doesn’t really bother me
You know that tingly feeling
of fear and uncertainty
creeps up at the back of my throat
and travels through the gut like a vile poison,
and it doesn’t bother me either
What does, is that I calm fiery heartbeats
by promising myself that two fortnights later
I would be in your arms
and the wetness of your lips on my drought skin
would make it easier to pass nights as these.
What really bothers me is that
I promised myself not to fall in love, ever, not even remotely,
And look, where we are.
Difficult times doesn’t mean you always need help...
It means you need time to help yourself..
So I’m just using whatever paper and stamp comes up because I’m trying to conserve battery power.
My grandfather was dead set on leaving 3am and we are heading to Florida.
I have cried 3 or 4 times, didn’t sleep well and I just want to be home. I miss my special man and want to see him too but I can’t.
It will be a rough 10 days,is it normal to cry and be sad and miss my special guy?
"When you're there ,never let the person u love feel alone."
"Being free like the wind n sea is what I love most and value, as long as it's by your side."
I wish I could express my feelings for him,
Which I have written in my heart with invisible ink.
Wish I’d known those painful lies before falling for those beautiful eyes.
please carry my message far
an i Love You sent on cosmic winds
You made this life worth living in
Awakening to a western sunrise
cresting the horizon of alien skies
that illuminates a digital Babylon
stretching out extraplanetary
recalling an overactive imagination
filtered through a scanner darkly
and recognizing a stranger in a strange land whispering how the moon is a harsh mistress while seeking confort in the icy grip
of the left hand of darkness
while attempting to win the affections of a princess of Mars
who is far too modest to dream
of a foregone conclusion
or dare hope to adequately receive
the once and future king
What is in a smile?
It is an expression.
It brightens up a room.
All those around are affected,
By its infectious nature.
It gives a wonderful feeling of warmth.
And creates joy, happiness and beauty.
It takes away the stress that you might feel.
It’s like a cup of cold, refreshing water,
When feeling thirsty.
So today, think about it,
And smile, for it will reap
S M I L E!!!!
Dreams and Aspirations
Whenever and idea comes to you to do something, this is the beginning of a dream. But for that dream to become reality, you must take the first step. Without taking that first step, it remains, still a dream that has not yet been achieved. You need to take a step of faith. God places ideas within us. But we have to act upon these ideas.
Once we do, we will be so amazed what we will accomplish. If we do not allow ourselves to step out, how will we ever know how far we would reach.
There are many people that have the potential for greatness, but do not achieve this greatness because they have not allowed themselves to try.
I always wondered if you found it
that earnest observation
framed within a hidden question
scrawled in haphazard script
tucked away inside vellum pages
of a novel long forgotten
A simple elegance often overstated
woven within silken petals ever in bloom
and bound up in the sweetest cliché
dangling in an awkward offering
and pressed between pages unread
The Estrangement Of The Mentally Ill
he paced back and forth with a sweater two sizes too big and wore jeans that had been passed down since the sixties. his hands were shoved in his pockets so forcefully that they hung just below his hips. a nurse sat at the station where she could overlook all the loonies. the door swung open and all eyes were on the newly admitted patient. she took a seat far from everyone else, as if somehow she would perish in the corner. he desperately tried not to glance in her direction, but soon found himself sitting in the seat next to her. at the beginning, he just sat there fidgeting. after a few mental conversations, he built up the courage to make eye contact....
If you’re reading this, our love is long gone. We may be strangers now but I think you sometimes feel as if I am laying close to your side. I can no longer comfort you from a distance but I hope you still remember some of the love we had for each other and can laugh at the silly moments we shared together. I would like you to use those memories to cheer yourself up whenever you feel down. I know you will one day find somebody that understands you in a way you have never been understood before. @PLECCA
Dear Day He Died,
i don’t remember if there were dogs barking, birds chirping, or how hot it was outside. all i remember is my world slowly toppling over as i went from worried to trembling with terror. i have never again felt that agonizing sensation that flooded through every pore causing such chills, that momentarily i thought i was dead with him. the mind has ways to protect us from certain pains. my brain thought it best to stop functioning. i returned to kindergarten grammar and even started throwing a tantrum. had it not been for my parents calling for me to open the door, i probably would have continued to react in the infantile manner. each step i took seemed to last an eternity. i...
Die schlimmste Form der Traurigkeit ist die, die man niemandem erklären kann.
Nicht mal sich selbst.
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,
Dear Best Friend,
our friendship is like no other, in the cold you are my cover, we create worlds with our art, and live in them when we're apart, you are my cushion when i fall, when i'm in trouble you're my only call, without you in my life i'd be alone, your company always feels like home
My heart bleeds for all of Paris
my mind with the saints, my eyes begging to weep with the parisians weeping as they watch in silent horror.
My gratitude, every single ounce goes for four hundred firefighters individually.
My only wish is to be there with you all and with Quasimodo.
Thank you Víctor Hugo for allowing us to love, to find and appreciate the true beauty.
Live forever with all your stunner might.
J’e te aime
Notre Dame Cathedral
For all my friends, this is another letter I’m making for you. I love you all and care for you all even if I don’t say it as often as I use to. I know I’m a busy person but if you ever need support in any shape or form I’m here for you. You all are amazing and unique in many ways and have potential to succeed in whatever you want to do.
I SEE GREATNESS IN ALL OF YOU
Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
Thank you for creating this app and for allowing us to have a right of passage through it. I have been on here for a long time and at times I have writers block but then I open the app and even if I don’t write I see the wonderful things others write and create. Very grateful to be able to have this app and have a place where I have a voice. Just wanted to thank you!
When 2 people overdose in your house at the same time one dies. As I saved my boyfriend my friend died. I already looked at life differently and when he died from heroin overdose in my house I was then in shock trying to process it all day crying myself to sleep, finally, that night, till I was just dozing off and a knock on my door as the door opens a voice that made me spring up and run in there hitting him telling him but you was dead. He said, "another 2 mins and I would have been they screwed something in my leg and shot narcane in my leg to my bone marrow that's how dead I was." Now the difference in life I viewed than others just went up a few more notches. The day after this event he ...
No eres mi sangre, y me quieres como si lo fuera.
No eres mi padre, y me has dado siempre el consejo, apoyo, afecto y dirección.
Mae, no somos de la misma sangre, pero te debo tanto de lo que soy.
Eres mi mentor y gran ejemplo. Solo puedo decir buenas cosas de un gran señor, y desear que tu vida esté llena de bendiciones y que Dios múltiple lo que haz hecho por mi.
To my father,
It’s been endless nights trying to find some sort of solution for you since I found out.. but I’ve finally come to terms with the reality of it.
I love you unconditionally, regardless of our horrible past. That being said I will support you no matter how you decide to go about things..
Whether it be treatments to add years onto your life or go about your days like it’s your last.
We’ve walked both roads hand in hand seeing what it does to a person.. unfortunately they have the same outcome. I just want you to know you’ll never have to be alone.. not anymore. No matter what you decide we’ll make the most of our days doing the things you love. We’ll celebrate your life til the ...
Every thing is at peace ! ! Feeling of neutrality is there ! There are no wrongs , no rights ! No one is good no one is bad ! You breathe the fresh air n think life is above the materialistic things! There’s something more than we imagine! You build up the connection with nature ! You love the morning bells of chirping birds!! You enjoy the sight of monkeys family ! You develop love for stray animals !! You feel so relaxed and living the life you wanted to live ! Thank you universe for ultimately giving the pleasure of life !!
Stop fight against what you have on your plate...try to be happy with what you have now...
Dear lettrs Staff,
Thank You for all your love and care and your creation of this fabulous app has helped many aspiring writers to find their way through darkness. Even I am a writer in this platform and I know how good it feels to make new friends.
Thank you once again.
With warm regards,
Soooo, I lost access to this account a long time ago. Thank you Lettrs Support, for helping me get back into my account! I thought I'd lost all my poetry! Now, time to write some new stuff!