more stiff than any winter i have ever witnessed
more than a broken clock, or a dead body
as still as a deer in headlights; on a pitch black night
not brought on by a catastrophic event
just one sentence
"I just thought about wanting to kiss you"
then, as soon as winter came
the rush of words, fighting to keep things warm
we both reach to adjust the crooked tongue on your boot
winter, pushed out by the warmth of familiarity
next time, i won't let winter in at all.
It's the stillness I tend to find unnerving
the settled silence feels unnatural
in a space so often alive in cacophony
that signals abundant creation
The quiet hangs heavy
scrambling my senses in the aftermath
leaving smoke and silence in waves
eliminating a scream caught within
Daylight gives way to darkness
bathing the forest in indigo shadows
still missing the sound of vitality
undead in the wake of the bomb
The sun is not the same sun
The rain is not the same rain
The soil not the same soil
Like my imagination...
I changed really bad I think i am going to be bigger every hour...
Sliding down the sliding life,
With smile on the face,
Like a double edged knife....
Tossing and turning in the home,
With themselves alike the fertile loam,
Trying to show things fine through her phone....
Waking until asleep,
Loads of chores deep,
Lining up alike the other sheeps...
Wading through the household maze,
Lost in her own gaze,
Gaping at her drifting dreams in a daze...
Working all the day without a name and a fame,
All caught up in the vicious societal game,
Terming her choice as a shame...
Killed before birth,
Still decorates her home like a hive...
Yet she loves,
Does she smile,
Whenever she covers a mile...
She is our might,
Fearless in all si...
Acaso no me inclinaría, a tus pies, ¡Oh alma mía!
Que en esta noche sombría
Enganchas mi corazón
Y vienes sin compasión
A llenarme de alegría,
¿Porque puede una mirada cegadora, causarme tanta alegría?
Concédeme mi alma de regreso
Y yo te devolveré tus besos
Ya que me tienen preso
Los senderos de tu corazón
Los recorro con ánimos y fervor
Esperando encontrar el cielo
Eres mi dulce anhelo, mi vida,
te has adueñado de mí, con ventaja y alevosía.
Puede que tú mirada y la mía destinadas están.
Y me he perdido en ti...
En el olor de tu cabello,
En tus ojos traviesos,
y he encontrado caminos con hermosos destellos,
De la luz que destella tu sonrisa, a este buen comendador.
Y si el alma se me esc...
These days, i want to,
Just to feel alright.
When i wake up, i don't wanna
Feel empty inside
I have got work to do,
So i try to do them
Hoping they'll make me feel something
I have got a lot of dreams
So i pursue them
Hoping they'll make me feel worth
I have got books to read,
So i sit to read them
Hoping they'll make me feel happy
I've got things to watch,
So i watch them,
Hoping they'll break the melancholy
But its been weeks, and month
I look what I've become
I think of me, and think of everything
They say if you're not happy alone
You won't be happy Anyway
And that's something I'm scared of
Cause i haven't felt a slight
In months i guess.
I wake up everyday with some hope
Maybe doing thi...
“Thoda pichad zaroor gaya hun , Hara nhi hun
Gira zaroor hun , uthna bhoola nhi hun
Himmat harta zaroor hun, ladta firr bhi hrr bar hun
Akela zaroor hun , Dil se kareeb fir bhi hun
Rota mai bhi hun , chehre par muskurahat fir bhi rakhta hun,
Roothta mai bhi hun ,
Manata fir bhi aksar mai hi hun
khokla hi samjhlo,
1 Dil mai bhi rakhta hun.”
My mind is incessantly at war with my heart.
"The heart is wrong, don't listen", the mind says vehemently.
"If this is wrong, I don't ever want to be right", the heart argues adamantly.
No matter who conquers the fight,
I stand vanquished.
Ve payal ta phejdi, pawaun vi aja
Ve pyaar ta karda hai, jataun vi aja.
Mi Otra mitad, ¿dónde estás?
Ojalá tuviera la fortuna de encontrarte pronto.
Hello! I am new to this app. I want to start by saying that I hope you all are having a wonderful day. I’m here mainly to make French speaking friends (since I need to practice) but I am not opposed to being friends with everyone. Hope to
chat with you all soon!
You are one in a million. You've earned the respect of all of us here for your dedication to Lettrs. You always go the extra mile for us and that hasn't gone unnoticed, my lovely.
You have also become someone I consider a good friend. You are considerate, thoughtful and genuine. I feel very blessed to have met you here.
I also deeply admire you. I am in awe of your creative gifts! Your abilities with the pen span from remarkable and ingenious illustrations to superb poetry. I would love to own a piece of your artwork one day. Perhaps we can do a swap? 😁 Drew has been fortunate to have your loyalty to Lettrs for so many years. You talents shaped the platform in many ways.
After 7 years of bringing letters to the world, we now must say goodbye to lettrs, despite best efforts to keep it going. The world has changed, where imagery dominates the the mobile medium. The psychology of letter writing has changed too.
Thanks to everyone who was part of the lettrs experience. It means a lot to me, really.
Maybe one day we can produce a next generation lettrs, that is simpler and aligns more to how the mobile medium operates in the shallows.
So please save your letters, as in a few short days we will close down this once beautiful place.
I know all about darkness.
It can keep you hidden,
when you don’t want to be seen
but there is no freedom
to be found from being invisible.
You can’t hide from your thoughts, they linger.
Do not be afraid to acknowledge
the unspoken words,
find your voice.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
I'm starting to feel a shift in myself again,
As I am tired of punishing myself for my dark past.
Love has come & gone for me,
Sometimes it has been me at fault
Other times, it wasn't at all
Loving myself has always been a struggle for me,
It has always been easier for me to focus my attention on someone else
Well this year has forced me to re-learn what it means to love myself,
I fell back into some self destructive patterns.
& frankly, the growth I want has to start within.
So I'm shedding my skin & welcoming a new chapter.
Where my boundaries aren't up for discussion, & I see myself as a force to be reckoned with.
Deep down, I know how great of a person I...
*Sweedle's Creative Corner
It's raining here today. Steaming cups of ginger tea are being passed on by cold hands. There is conversation and laughter, and the rain.
Mohd. Rafi is singing in the background,
Asking his loved one not to leave just yet. His heart has not yet had enough.
The pitter patter of raindrops on leaves adds an urgency to his request. Rains and goodbyes are apparently immiscible.
I sneak out quietly to the terrace, while the same stories are being recalled for the hundredth time downstairs. You feature in most of them; we all do. Tales from the good old days. But nostalgia can only do so much.
And now, I stretch out my palm to touch the rain. And tha...
Appreciate the way that you feel things,
Appreciate that there will be moments without big wins,
Appreciate every single mood swing,
Appreciate the fact that it is just how your heart sings,
Appreciate the harsh and the high winds,
Appreciate your strong wings,
Appreciate that not everyone needs to be saved,
Appreciate the fallen and the brave,
Appreciate your day and how you spend it,
Appreciate the people who are present when you end it.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
Dear Drew and Lettrs Family,
Thank you so much for giving me and my artwork a special home for so many years!
I will miss reading your lettrs and meeting new friends and penpals here.
It’s not goodbye, just see you later, or soon I hope!
Skylark Challenge 3
Things I have gained
My balcony has one chair.
I think this isn't fair.
It was supposed to be two.
Looks like my sky isn't Blue.
The storm is here.
I don't have fear.
I like the wind.
I have not sinned.
There is no need to fall
I have had it all.
I have everything to gain.
Just a little bit of pain.
I sit on this chair.
Storm is trying to scare.
It has started to rain.
The thunder is insane.
I love it to the core.
I just want it more.
I am the drenched one
Letting it out until I'm done.
So happily enjoying the storm.
I am now in full form.
This Storm has got me trained.
For the things that I have gained.
SIGNALS OF LIFE
Topic : Write a TEDx Talk of your own.
Tag to be used : SIGNAL
Comment below once you post your letter.
You all must have seen a TED talk or TEDx talk sometime in your life. Imagine YOU are invited to one such event. All you need to do, is to write your own powerful experience, that you would like to share with the world. In this way, you take a moment of pause in your life, reflect on your own experiences, and then move forward again filled with energy and enthusiasm.
How does it help others ?
At times we tend to learn from experiences from other people. Because they hav...
Outside : A musing
I was afraid to open my window which was closed since long enough. I was comfortable in my own space without any foreign air sprinting inwards. I was afraid, that the dust that covered my table won't look pretty anymore. I was afraid of the change.
And then, a storm broke the glasses of my windows, it rushed in and created a mess. As if it changed everything. But now that every shattered piece of glass was on the floor and I was unwilling to clean it up, somehow I gathered my strength and started cleaning all the mess bit by bit every passing hour.
I got tired and I slept. I had a sound dreamless sleep finally after so long. When...
We are creatures of habit. We stick to our daily routine yet sometimes things don’t end up the way we intend them to. No matter how carefully we plan everything, life still gets in the way. But as the resilient beings that we are, we adjust, we adapt and we compromise. We move forward carrying this heavy load, and then we thrive.
The taste of purple : A short story
I was a kid, rather a chubby kid. I guess about 6 year old. It was first day of school and I was early enough to occupy the first bench. The next day I saw a boy sitting at my place and I told him to sit somewhere else. To me, as a kid, it was MY place. How could someone else take it away from me ?
But he did not listen, he hit me in my stomach. I hit him on his face and that is how we started fighting. But then something happened. His leg slipped and he fell on the floor hitting his head on the table before falling. Moments later there was a clear bump on his forehead and it had turned blue.
A flock of starlings,
Descend clumsily to eat,
Fledglings learning fast.
~ Soaring Skylark
Challenge number 6 set by Sweedle:
"Look out of the window and write a Hiaku poem about what you see, smell, feel, taste."
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,