IS PERCEPTION REALLY REALITY?
Our identity is largely based on perception, how the world views us. For this week's writing topic we ask you to write an Open Letter first honestly describing who people think you are, the perception of you in the eyes of others, and then compare it to who you know you are, how you think of yourself.
Putting these two different perspectives on the page will be an exercise in reflection:
-Do you see yourself as the world does?
-Can you be who you know you are?
Tag your letter "MyReality" written exactly as is to qualify for a chance to be a featured writer next week.
I felt a bit nostalgic after I read one of the letters today about summer vacations. Apparently it's at different times in different places in the world. And I realized that I haven't had a summer break in forever, after all, once you finish college and start working, you'll never ever get 2 months break anymore.
I know that there are a lot of people here who are still in school or college, and then there's others like me who might have forgot what it's like to have a summer vacation. Time to write a letter and let us know, how you spent your vacations this time around, for those of you whose vacations are coming to an end. As for the rest, you can share one of your fondest memories ...
In all truthfulness
I am pretty much
As real as it gets
I barely feel the need
What others see in me
Because I am
Exactly what they see
I am an open book
So if my meaning
I'll just tell you
To lift my cover,
And read my words
I am precisely
Who I appear to be. JD
* I Am Who I Am - I Am Who You See*
#MyReality #Engage #PerceptionVsReal...
Written before going to Sleep.
Dear friends, I wrote this letter before going to sleep, wanting to ask you a question: what is the dream you remember? For example: An impossible love, a movie you would like to see or anything. Write me an open letter in response to the TAG "dreams". As I will tell you mine, have the freedom to travel yours, They will be imaginary or not, so much or fictitious. And in any language. Thanks for reading me.
This past few days has been something of a disaster of sorts, yet a huge burden lifted off my shoulders.
None of us are saints and we make mistakes, I try to be honest and blunt pretty much all the time, yet I can never be blunt to my parents, and sometimes I'm forced to say innocent little lies, but one lie leads to another, and it keeps growing, as long as you try to hide it, cause you need the help of another lie to hide one lie. Until the truth is out, there will be quite a burden, at least for me, and I can't really keep anything inside. I don't know how it is for others, since I've actually seen people say lie after lie like a pro. And sometimes people keep lying to themselves t...
खीचते है जब मुझे
आह निकलती है तब
या खुदा मुझे अब तो बता
मेरे घाव पे इतने खरोचे क्यों है?
Above are the first lines of my notebook.
The rest of the pages are filled with those scratches. And those papers soaking the purulency of my pain.
My first notebook is hand made(by me). I designed a cardboard pouch on the inner left cover of it. The pouch still consist of neem flowers picked in the year 2011. I wrote about feeling orphan, and ten love poems for an exceptionally beautiful girl. The notebook is more than the world combined altogether lending an ear to my screams. Whenever I open it, the ghunghroos(small bells) on the cover page take me to a world where I m desired. My notebook is not an...
"When I watched you walk away,
I knew I'd gone too far.
I'm on my knees to plead for mercy.
Don't want to live and hurt alone. "
Only if I could go back in time,
And never make that one move that shattered everything,
It was never intentional anyday,
Don't you walk away till I see no one.
This pain, this guilt, let alone handle it,
I wanted to give my love and never hate,
Many a time, things go out of our control,
Don't you walk away, this is one such.
Let this pass,
Let this nightmare burn,
If only you could accept me new,
Don't want to live and hurt alone.
What's the first word you see? In 20 words or less, write a poem or story based on that word. Tag your open letter 'shorties'. Comment 'done' below so that others can read your work.
G W Q R T O M O R R O W I U Y J
Q D M I S T A K E U D U S T A G
F A T E C Z Q S E E K I N G Y R
X Z E A E T B V O I D N K L V T
N O S T A L G I A I H J V B R E
D U T L O V E P A I N B H U I A
U N R E Q U I T E D K I L I E S
#JEN'S PROMPT. #LOVE
With blurred photographs,
Love seems to fade behind dust.
Splitting apart hearts.
WHAT WILL BE YOUR VOICE FOR???
All of us have something in us, deep within, left unsaid.
May it be a secret, we wanna hide. Or the fear of others judging us if we bring it out that keeps the words locked in. Sometimes, we would want to talk. Talk to the world, tell what we really feel.
Against the evil, for the needy, opposing cruel happenings, support and care for the ones affected by the atrocities around., We feel to raise by our words.
And we take our Pen. We WRITE. The freeing of all feelings craving to be expressed, flows through the ink. We bleed our pain. And let world shine.
Lettrs, is from where our thoughts reach the world. Words speak our silence out loud. Let...
Left a void in his life.
He was emptied with emotions,
Eyes filled with tears but couldn't cry.
Any tommorow for us.
We do love each other.
But I guess,
Our destiny never wanted
Sometimes you have things to say, but you'll never say, due to various reasons. It could be cause you're scared, or maybe you just feel it should not be told and so on. But then the problem of keeping it all in is, sometimes you just break down, or sometimes you live in regret, wondering "if only I had said it then, maybe things would have been different". Well here's your chance to confess, the unspoken words, past or present.
Write an open letter, in a letter format, addressed to the person who you have something to confess to, about those words left unsaid, and alternatively for people who want to stay anonymous, you may send me a private letter in the format and, I shall copy and ...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 💩
Remembering last night..I cry..
As you gorged on poor apple pie..
your hunger unnecessarily..
On your wretched tummy..
You filled your belly so tight..
It protuted like swollen HEADLIGHTS..
You didn't HALT
for a breath or burp..
I felt the UNCERTAINTY
of a break up..
True to my fear..you threw me in a Fit...
As if I was a piece of Shit!!!
You bite me hard..
Last night was crazy..
You took me in haste...
I slipped down your belly..
You stuffed me all night..
I could feel you inside out..
Nobody has seen you
As I have seen..
Yet in the morning..
You showed true colours..
You flushed me into..
A watery Oblivion..