Una cosa que he aprendido es que no hay Luz sin Oscuridad. Es parte de la Vida y no por ello es más negativa.
Otra cosa que he aprendido es que sólo ves la Luz cuando has llegado a lo más profundo del abismo y decides ser fuerte y seguir adelante.
Pero eso depende exclusivamente de tu fuerza interior. Siempre hay luz al final del túnel. Rendirse no es una opción.
sentimientos que no se sienten,
Con el tiempo uno se va volviendo
mas inteligente en el amor,
Va aprendiendo de los errores,
Lo que alguna vez fueron tristezas poco a poco
se van volviendo enseñanzas.
No importa que tanto se pudo haber sufrido.
El corazón aprende a caricias y frustraciones.
Hoy mas que nunca se eso;
por mas que se quiera pretender ser fuerte
no se puede luchar contra el corazón,
Solo queda esperar ...
pero esperar que?
Hello Lettrs friends! I'm back after a long absence.
I am looking for a long-term female penpal. You could say a soul sister, someone who I can support and be supported by. Someone I can share anything with- in time. It would be great if we could be open-minded and non-judgmental. I don't have a preference for location, as long as you speak mildly-fluent English.
A bit about me: I'm a twenty-seven year old woman with Cerebral Palsy, living with my boyfriend and our dogs in a little cabin . My hobbies include, but are not limited to: reading, writing, cooking, baking, hiking, and biking.
I look forward to hearing from you!
I remember you
The way you would catch my eye and hold it prisoner for an eternity or two
Your deep voice sinking into my soul
Like gravity belonged to you
I remember us
So drunk in love
Untouched by reality
O how I wish I didn’t but
I remember you
- Shefali Dang
I didn't know why, I was compelled to talk to you instantly but something in me screamed don't say a thing you'll make yourself look like a dumbass. But you were already talking to me before I could even figure out what to say. Everyday became something better. Awkward jokes moved on to racist comments and fucked up stories, I couldn't have been any happier. Until we went out. I was so focused on doing everything else that I wasn't focused on you. I was happy to call you mine but I wasn't happy with the fact that I could only be there through messages and emojies. Despite how it seemed, over time I fell madly in love with you and I don't regret it in the slightest. You were the best thing to ...
How will I know if he's the one?
Easy, you know he's the one if his arms around you has the power to make you feel that whatever happens you will be okay,because as long as you are in his embrace the world can fall apart around you but all that matters is that together you can face anything. You know he's the one if his arms around you is what you think of when someone asks where home is to you. You know he’s the one if he has the power to calm your anger, turn your tears into a smile and your worry into a feeling of harmony when he wraps his arms around you. That's how you'll know he is the one.
It's been awhile since I've written, well a few months anyways. It's what I think writer call "writers block" but I feel it's more of a fluidity of emotional thoughts at that particularly moment in time?
Does that make sence?
Mark Raven Pinto
Since the epoch of sunken monuments
of forgotten gods,
all trades and professions that are inherently dangerous
are dominated by the blood of young men
who learned to exchange their expendable souls
In spite of this, our guild was as varied
there were young mercenaries, yes,
but they shared tables with the blind,
with mothers in the grips of child loss,
with the destitute,
with elders who outlived their tribes,
with victims of unusual blights,
with the deaf and illiterate,
with inebriates who were betrayed by their beloved,
with wandering ronins,
with scholars who were driven away from their villages,
with good men whose earnestness...
Aún tiemblo al escribir. Casi 2 meses desde mi última carta al aire, una carta al silencio. Una carta para mi.
Siento como el veneno recorre mis venas y mis recuerdos. Me mata lentamente atravez del tiempo.
Cuando me heriste, no pensé que tu intención tuviese veneno. Trate de resistir el dolor y en su momento pensé que lo había logrado pero no, no fue así. Fue matando cada parte de mi cuerpo. Me recorrió y me destruye. Eso fue tu veneno.
Tiemblan mis manos al escribir, pues decir algo sin estar seguro de ello me lastima y más cuando es sobre un amor como el que sentía por ti.
Creo que no te amo como antes. Creo que no te deseo como antes, creo que no somos los mismos de antes. No sé tu pe...
A new year longing for the eternal, breathing the ethereal, searching for beauty and light.
A time to absorb the habit of trying, a new decade to develop the generation of people of trust - people that tried, hearts that pursued the deepest meanings of things thru action and experience, not clicking on a digital device or merely imagining.
Not loving by the eyes; from the inside. Not deciding without entering the way of trying.
We're here to leave our mark. Establish a legacy. May we learn by the way of trying. Being humble to recognize the errors, opened to be mature as we walk.
A walk toward beauty and purpose.
I will kiss you again,
between honey sweetened thighs,
tasting the warmth of summer love
through 4 seasons of time.
Touching you as lovers do,
with ferocious passions high.
Needing you, craving you,
cursing our goodbye…
Finding you waiting,
the same as I
El poeta miro la luna en un suspiro agonizante., entre el humo de su cigarrillo y un whisky que ardía en lo seco de su voz. Con una rosa en las manos, con una noche llena de silencios. Con una mirada llena de sueños y su traje añejo de una vieja ocasión. Esperando.. Esperando a que llegue el día. Con una lágrima que no paraba pero tampoco caía. Con una sonrisa guardada después de tantas hipocresías. Con la ironía del que espera algo que jamás llego. El poeta miro la luna. Porque en la luna ya estaba su amor. Y el amor no tiene tiempos ni medidas. Solo algunas heridas que el recuerdo le dejo.
2020 Has Already Shown Areas Of Improvements, Love Needed, People To Let Go Of, Wisdom, Strength Instilled From The Previous Years, Peace Declared And Needed.
I Am A Person Who Prides Themselves On Learning From Lessons Experienced And Taking That Knowledge To Further Perfect Myself. It’s Been A Hard Last 4 Years And Even Before That, But The Biggest Lessons I Experienced Were In The Last 4 Years. GOD Granted Me Strength Where I Didn’t Believe I Had Any, He Allowed Me To Live And Grow From All I’ve Endured And More. To Think I Used To Think I Wasn’t Good Enough, Wasn’t Blessed For Blessings, Love Kept It’s Distance And I Was Lost. Now I’m 31 Soon To Be 32 And I Have More Battl...
I’ve lost these words
More times than I can count
And along the way
I’ve lost myself
I never intended to find
All the words I feel inside
But the dark shed the light
On my life
Here I am
With this pen in my hand
Writing from the depths
Of my soul
-Lion in the Stars
Of all the people
that have held me,
just to keep me lost,
I finally found myself,
in your arms.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
Must I really let you go?
I have always kept hope in you.
Never let doubt to kill my love for you.
Secret tears have flowed for you.
Why cant you prove it?
How can you place all your choices at my feet when i set you free?
Why didn't you see that I wanted you, needed you, and adored you?
I opened my heart and soul to you.
I allowed you to walk in and posess me happily.
I submitted to you as my king.
I allowed you to walk freely in the blissful gardens of love deep within me.
Enjoyed the love passion and pain we shared.
To this day I feel the heat of our flames.
Yet you just accept defeat.
We have both been broken in ways most can never even see.
Tortured by a jealous past that is only satisf...
Going through a flood of thoughts
I found that
We expect Evey year to bring
Something good for us
But the fact is
"First fix your life
Then life will fix you"
And every year will be different from there on
I’LL NEVER FORGET
2 years sober, 5 years sober,
10 years sober and so on.
It didn’t matter what I had been through good and the bad
What mattered was I had a solid foundation in recovery to build a life as a young adult
I was never ambitious, kinda wallflower, dabbler in many things but I wouldn’t walk through my fear to pursue my dreams.
The one constant in my first 10 year sobering life was that I was so strong in how it was the one thing I was proud of in my life. I did that all on my own, making a conscious decision every single day not to drink or drug. I felt so accomplished. With the help of a lot of support in place. And my strength in my core being from that I will alwa...
I wonder who I’d be if I weren’t stuck in your sheets,
Feeling your hand grab me as I’m trying to sleep,
Feeling as if I’m suffocating and I can’t breathe,
Walking in your footsteps hen I have my own feet.
I wonder what I could see if you weren’t around,
The clouds in the sky or the rocks on the ground,
Would I despise myself when I look in the mirror,
Or will I remember I am who brought me here.
I wonder who I would be if you one day leave me,
Would I be sad or somehow happy,
And within would I feel chained or set free.
Too many questions to ask for one night,
So for now I will shut off the light,
But before I do so I may start a fight,
Just so that I’ll here you say I’m right.