📰》NEWSLETTER May nr.03
l hope this newsletter will cast some more personal light for those of you that have not been getting letters from me. lt takes time to truly get to know someone. Yet do not want to leave others in the dark 😉 The letters we write here is often long from offering the truth about our lives.
l feel l owe an apology to everyone, as l have been absent from here for two weeks and not being able to write or make comments. A tumor decided to give me doubt about my future and has taken two weeks of worrying before I got the results that it was not a cancer threat to me 😊 l was very releaved.
Yet put life in perspective for me. l became extreamly thankf...
Why I write?
A question that I have asked so many times to myself. Honestly I never thought I would write. I thought I would be a painter or something but never occurred to me about writing. Well selecting science stream in India mostly makes people bring out the artist in them and deviate them from that path. Happened to me too. I used to scribble little rhymes about the nature in my diary, 7th grade, a lot happens from the age of 12. My dad read my diary out of curiosity, and found what I wrote. He was over the clouds. He published all that. Well 8th, 9th, 10th grade I wrote but all about heartbreak and I never gave any of that poem to my dad. How would have I given?...
Your journey to reach the stars begins with a courageous drive.
(I've posted this a few days ago but since there was a typing mistake, I'm re- posting it.)
A bright beam of light kisses my face,
The Birds chirping, brook flowing, the only pleasant music,
See it springing all around us--
Glad to know & quick to learn;
Asking questions that confound us;
Teaching lessons in its turn.
Leaping lightly on lawn,
Up the knoll, along the level,
Free & graceful as a fawn?
Would you damn the the flowing river,
Thinking it would cease to flow?
Onward it must go forever-
Bette teach it where it go.
CHILDHOOD is a fountain welling,
Trace its channel in the sand,
And its currents, spreading, swelling,
Will revive the withered land....
"Drug Testing athlete's is justified"
Dear Lettrs Debater's,
Let's start the argument,
I will define everything in a proper way,
Let's begin with the term "Drug Testing"
Drug is a medicine that changes a person's physical or mental state.
The definition of the word says "more you consume, more you get effected in a simple words, it's define a broad
thought, some drug is taken by illegal way and they are just classifieds into the dope cases and I believe it is a vapour of poison heals in the human body by the addiction of wasting their time of the life, addiction is classified into two symptoms one is useful and second is harmful,
First is useful by the addiction o...
Who would you rather have as a friend: one of my elves or a snowman that magically came to life?
In an open letter, explain your choice and use the tag 'letterstosanta'.
She Was Standing Before The Mirror..
And Was Searching For A Girl Once She Was..
But All She Saw Was A Beautiful Illusion..
Which She Created For The World To See.
NEWS LETTER 01
This is a general news letter, so not a personal
one. l just feel terrible for all the PPs who have yet to hear from me and this way everyone gets a letter to read 😊
This does not mean l will stop sending private letters, it is simply a way for me to stop feeling so badly about not reaching so many.
Writing an open letter to so many, might not seem to be so special for you individually, yet you should know that my feelings are just the same.
This news, my news. l really only want to say a few simple things. There will be many, who
for them this will be only the second letter.
I am far from used to dealing with so many emotional feelings, topics and wond...
Maybe only if we cared genuinely for each other,
Maybe if we said what we really thought,
Maybe if we walked peacefully together,
Maybe if no one had ever fought.
Maybe the world would've been a better place to live then...
[My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
One Fine Day, He Woke Up
And His Thoughts Didn't Revolve Around Her.
Not Only It Opened His Eyes, But Also His Heart.
Sometimes it feels like why don't I have friends, and then when I have so many around I still feel lonely.
It feels like I just like being around only certain people, a little family. Little world, no issues nothing.
I hate communicating by myself, but then I am the only one to cry that I don't have any friends. I can't judge people, to me every other person I came across I made them friend but it ended up in vain, either they were selfish or I was just too immature for them.
I don't know, but I hardly trust, and in the midst of all this I reallly want someone to hold my hand but it should be either mummy, Papa, my sister or else him.
I always had this argument with my ...