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!
Thank you Drew, for sending me such a beautiful stamp! I love the message it carriers; and, I, too, marvel at the design we resemble embodied. There's amazing things that happen under our skin, and we should all me mindful to treat such with care and love.
When I'm physically exhausted, I'm usually mentally drained, as well. It's not a wonder how our mental state affects our physical wellbeing. During those times, I retreat to peaceful nature areas but water. The sound of the creek or stream flowing instantly replaces my stress with peace. When I'm sitting by a lake, I feel it's so vast that all of my troubles can float away, never to return.
Sitting by the lake, here in Cleveland, we'r...
Rid me of the curse
And early death
Find me as a friend
Show me love
Return me to the beach
And cure the hurt
Amongst the empty void
Find me often
Fill my life and
Leave me not alone
Provide me now
A wife and home
La felicidad y sus niveles.
No sabía que la felicidad se mide en niveles, estoy descubriendo un nivel de felicidad muy distinto a todo lo que he experimentando y me lo estás brindando tú. Gracias por este nivel de felicidad que estoy viviendo, agradezco porque se trata de ti, porque es a tu lado, porque estás inmersa en una felicidad muy distinta al resto, estoy seguro de que nadie en el universo está siendo la mitad de felíz de lo que estoy siendo tomando tu mano. Entonces me he convencido que este nivel de felicidad solo lo das tú.
Dear lettrs and lettrist,
I just wanted to take this moment and thank you all for reading my letters and encouraging me to continue on writing. It wouldn’t be without you that I could reach 100K views on my letters. I hope to inspire people and empower people who are part of this community. Thank you to Mr. Drew for providing such platform for people to express themselves.
Thank you again and I look forward to continue on writing and inspiring others!
The healing time
Surrounded by quiet slash pines
In the Florida forest it comes,
A silent thought about the past
As an air conditioner hums.
A reasoning approaches
That says you will get well,
As you learn we all have people
Who have caused our living hell.
And the knowing that is growing in your heart
says you can heal,
Since a truth will hide from no one
Even when it’s all you feel.
Quietly you accept the facts,
shed those tears as free they flow,
For your mind heals first and then your heart and so
.. Home ..
To my wife:
Waking up each day
next to you
is my life's gift,
another day to love you.