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.
You probably noticed a new collection of paper named "Galaxy" that is dedicated to all persons who explore the worlds beyond ours.
The letters that will be written on this collection shall inspire a different exploration - of our better selves and our natural disposition to try and understand the mystery of the human condition...a Galaxy in itself.
Thanks to the many gatekeepers who are persistently writing the letters of the next generation, of messages meant to last into space itself.
My names Ana
Hey, my name is Ana,
I live inside her,
I manifest throughout her,
I take over,
I spit horrible thoughts into her head,
I make her believe this world is a horrible place,
I make her see the world will end if she fights me,
She still believes me,
I allow her to think she's escaping,
Then I simply reappear,
She dies inside a little every time,
Theres no easy escape,
She knows this now,
So why does she still try?
We could love people on different levels,
But One true love was reserved for him.
No matter where I went,
Where I am,
Who I become
How much time passes by.
It always belonged to him.
As I read letters from across the globe I discover stories and struggles of others that are not too different than my own.
What is most personal can also become the most universal as we craft the very unique letters that document our lives, passions and pursuits. The mission of lettrs is a rare collective of like minded persons who actually do take the time to write...and live. After 5 years building this human network I believe the biggest discovery is yet to come, for lettrs, and maybe for you. Be an original!
Words are the only thing i can hold on to, when everything turns blur, when everything gets coated in the color of sadness and pain. Words is the only place I come back, they provide me solace like no human can offer or anything in the world. I would never trade my words for love for any species on this planet because those words have been there for me when everyone left, when none cared, when I was alone, these words were my support, my reason to get up and fight back.
Momentarily pain will come millions of times and everytime I will unleash the storm of my words, so they speak what I failed to, so they reach where I can not even in a million years.
Someone rightly said 'there is no bigge...
Meant as letters
To undisclosed recipients
And although their meanings
Are usually quite clear
You never know who it is
I am writing to
Because unlike a letter
Poems are seldom addressed
And therefore remain
#UndeliverableLtters #DeepThoughts #WritingPrompts
After months of not being able to write a single poetic sentence, I find myself brimming with stories to tell. Maybe it was good that you left. You sparked the passion in me to start writing again. For that, I am grateful.
Sometimes I'm afraid to write; not really a property of a poet.
I've seen into my heart and I needed a flashlight, but I've seen nonetheless.
It's a dark place filled with repressed shame and regret. Distress that has not been addressed, but rather smothered by faux-pleasures and fake contentment.
But every once in awhile, my flashlight reflects off of a gem; a piece of me that radiants brilliance.
A piece that demands admiration.
But my fear of writing doesn't come from the darkness traversed to find the gem.
My fear stems from the doubt that the gem will be enough, for you...
Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you,
you go to write it down,
and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or missed the important ones.
At any rate, you never write it quit the way you want to.
I didn't want to die like this
Without any love
Without nothing to proclaim
She is his first love and
I am his forever.
He is bound to her with duties and responsibilities and I am bound to him with vows.
While she is the god ,
I am just the religion.
Every time he wears the uniform , The country becomes his wife and I just become his mistress.
Desperté de repente y fui consciente que ese había sido un sueño hermoso. Corrí, tomé un lápiz y un papel, comencé a escribir. Escribí tanto que aún sigo aquí, las horas han pasado muy rápido, debería dormir, pero sigo aquí. No quiero dejar de escribir. Es de aquellos sueños que solo los recuerdas por unos minutos, es completamente fantástico y no quiero olvidarlo. De todas formas, por estos días, siento que es lo mejor que sé hacer; expresarme en letras.
De mi vida a mis letras.
Señorita, lamento molestarle la otra noche vi a su novio con otra chica, se reían y bromeaban, incluso creo que escuche una guitarra.
No se como vaya usted a tomar la noticia, pero si puedo hablar honestamente, la chica lucia feliz sus ojos se hacían grandes al mirarlo y no dejaba de sonreír.
Señorita debo pedirle perdón, por meterme en su casa, en su vida y en su amor.
Le he estado esperando por tantos años que, no puedo esperar ni un segundo más, si el tuviera más valor hoy despertaría donde la quieren a usted...
When I read the many letters of expression from across the world I am reminded of a restful mind on a hot summer day - where two heads of common hopes can rest upon one another. We are in this network together, an
Taking time to write. Thanks to everyone who shares letters of the next generation.