an old soul
full of the knowledge
passed through generations
of what is lost and found
because honestly
all our roots run deep
although how we blossom
is not only our path
but the legend
we have to become
-joshua ryan stewart
Let me taste
what your lips
fear speaking.
Allow my soul
to wear yours.
~M.FireChild
At sunrise my heart aches to speak to you about every emotion it feels when my head rests on my pillow, at midnight. Then I am reminded, my feelings were never a concern to you before.
~M.FireChild
Not every darkened cloud
ends up becoming a storm.
Some pass without disruption
but there will be days where the sun remains hidden from view.
Tread lightly on those days,
do not allow your thoughts to linger.
The moment the sun returns,
the struggle you endured and overcame
will be your new level of growth
in the same way that a flower grows before it blooms.
James McInerney.
Instagram / Twitter - @millsmc07
i unlock the moonlight
and dip my fingers
in the divine connection
i weave threads of its shimmer
into a ravel of hibiscus,
translating beauty
into a new language
that only exists
in these petals of protection
guarded by ocean waves
the seagulls sing their approval,
already versed in the intricacies
of each new letter
i hope you learn its every curve
and paint the world
in powerful poetry
- ashley jane
we reign in the dream sea,
the waves crashing into us in random synchronicity
as we call them home
they recognize the salt living in our bones,
the breath of oceans roaring in our souls
we sit on thrones made of sequins and stars,
dressed in crowns of precious coral
we swim beneath the surface of your subconscious,
modern kings and queens ushering in
the realm of sleep
here, we are royalty
here, we hold hands with the moon
and become one with the tide
- ashley jane
She's a poem
But she's full of pain
She's the sun
But she can't see
the day
She's the moon
Because she is not tired
of giving her smile to others
She's a flower
bloomed from pain.
She's so strong
and so fragile. -Maya
I hope you know that for all these past nine years I have not stopped mentioning your name to the sky. I hope you know that you are the title of a book I read every night until sleep steals me. I hope you know that I am still writing for you and about you.
I hope you know that I am still gripping your grief. I hope you know that all days come with your smile. I hope you know that you are still in the details of my life even if I no longer see you. I hope you know that your memories are the sea I visit whenever I want to cry. I hope you always know that if things were on my hand. I would never make the whole universe forget you. -Maya
My mind had nothing
to do with it.
My soul chose you.
N.R.Hart “soulmate poem”
It was never about forgiving you-
I forgive myself
And that is what heals a soul
-cwpoet
I’ve seen your eyes
In every cloud in the sky
My arms stretched high above
Trying to reach your love
I’m learning to spread my wings
As your heart sings
Be patient with my soul
As I find my way home
-Lion in the Stars
Listening to the voices speak for their political drums, seeing the people march to the political beat.
They say we think for ourselves. I laugh at their words. You are sheep,waiting for the reasons, a reason to riot. A reason to hate. You march to nothing but the deliverance of emptiness that bullies others to your own pace!
You believe you are right. If it offends you, rip it down, burn the books, destroy history. Go to the safe places, hide flee.
We have turned into a nation where we preach being wrong does not matter, get a trophy just for participation.
If our old men and women preach it from the tops of congress, it is progress? No it is hot air with a lot of stress!
Nothing i...
i unlock the moonlight
and dip my fingers
in the divine connection
i weave threads of its shimmer
into a ravel of hibiscus,
translating beauty
into a new language
that only exists
in these petals of protection
guarded by ocean waves
the seagulls sing their approval,
already versed in the intricacies
of each new letter
i hope you learn its every curve
and paint the world
in powerful poetry
- ashley jane
Blessed to be born in INDIA
....Kirne wo Suraj ki jis Zameen Ko chukar apne aap pe garv mehsoos Karti hai .... wo Chand ki Chandni jiski sateh pe girkar khudh Ko khush Naseeb samajti hai ... Jis bhoomi ki mitthi ki sugandh aatho dishao mai phel kar duniya mehkhati hai ....
wo Bharat Desh hu Mai ......
...Waise toh Zinda hu Mai harozo saalo se ... Apne aap Mai magan ...lakh khushiyon khudh Mai sametkar par na thi kisi ke khayalo Mai... phir duniya ke kaagaz pe hui phechan wo jo banayi musafir koi Vasco ne .... sabse alag Ghiri hu mai teen dishaye ghere sagar aur uttar mai fauladi pahado se ...pata chala usse mere Nas nas ki padaish logo ki hai jaise jungle ke sher jo na daarte kisi ke daha...
“May the hope of a better tomorrow
Give you strength to overcome the struggles of today.”
-Frost
Haar uss veer ko salam hai...
Jisne apni jaan ke kadar na krte hue....
Humare desh ke raksha ki...
Haar uss sipahi ko sir jhuka kr naman krte hai....
Jisne apni parivar ki kadar na krte hue...
Humare desh ko apne jaan se zyda pyaar kiya...
Haar uss kurbani ko hum yaad rakhegey..
Bhaliye woh jaliyan wala bhagh ho, ya fir angrezo ke samne na jhukhna...
Hum sabne ek jut hokar phle bhi buraai ko achaai par jeet laye the...
Aur aghe bhi hum ek jutt hokar kbhi bhi ek dusre ka sath nahi chodege...
Aur humesha aise he ek sache desh bhakt ki tarah apne desh ki raksha kregey...
Bhaliye woh border par khada jawan ho ya fir majboor apni din bhar ki roz ki kamaye ke liye ladhta hai....
HAPPY IND...
Peace, harmony and love is what all of us dreamt of.....,
But....,
Politics, hatred and religion has divided us all.....,
Let’s change it, Let’s be the change.
73 years of joy, lurked by the horrors of past,
Sacrifices of men and women alike, made worthy at last.
Children of today cry for virtual freedom,
Complain about how modern world can’t overcome,
Unknown of the pains of our forefather for freedom to live,
A concept so far off, yet they were determined to thrive.
Gokhale to Gandhi, ashfaqullah to Azad,
The kings and queens of counties far and wide,
Divided by culture, Caste and language,
United by one stride.
Reformers to thinkers, idealist to extremist,
Different ways to protest and fight,
Yet driven by one goal, to seek what is their birth right.
Some rose to prominence, some unknown souls,
Some echoing screams in massacre,
Some silen...
Life laid down by millions
In honour and pride of our nation
Free from colonism
Paving the way to the
Largest democracy
In the world
I am proud to be
An Indian
Cherishing this day !!
Bringing smiles
On faces of the oppressed
Reimaging from
The way we were looted
We now stand tall
And matter to the world
At large
Yes this is our
Independence Day
Lets celebrate
With glory And pride
Feeling blessed
And gifted
Happy Independence Day to all
There are so many
reasons to be alive
but the dark attraction
of death tosses its
shadow over the
brilliance that you were so
much looking forward to,
embracing all your
natural powers,
such a magnificent
energy that's always
been, yet some people
like you who refuse
its aid, a choice based on
pride, or any of the
seven deadly sins...
but there's hope for you
Let your body and mind
start the healing process
Rid yourself of want
Steer clear of desire
For with what life has to
offer, there is no need
This is a blessing
~Lady Sativa 🍃
I live in the notion
Of fear
With a feeling
surrounded by demons
Selfishness has taken away their soul
Making them think
It's only money
That can afford
The meaning of humanity
Seems to be in despair
Making me think
Is this the world
We dreamt of ??
Epilogue
I refute the language
of shadows
of light and dark
good and evil
What was born as a fear
of dark
absence
the dim places where the
wild things devour
has twisted under streetlights
into a fear of ourselves
a dichotomy of racist
narrative
where light and dark are
insidious metaphors for
people
so buried in subconscious culture
we cannot disentangle them
from ourselves
These children claim
woke
but are we not
still living in
a dream within a dream?
and how many awakenings must there be
before we are
still
truly
Free
It's been awhile since I wrote anything of significance in any capacity. So many years, so many decades I searched for the "others" . Those mythical beings that were in easy possession of an infinite array of weird, magical and unfathomable ideas. The kind of folks I loved listening to and sharing with until 4 in the morning .
I traveled 48 states, 8 provinces and 3 countries over decades and sought out these unicorns, these ghosts of the world.
That the sad (but expected) and quite tragic lesson that I learned was that they or you (I suspect you who read this...) are very, very rare. I cannot count the many times when I started a conversation with someone, got my hopes up in the exc...
Kanha Shanthi Vanam, Hyderabad.
No matter how hard I tried,
I always ended up losing you..
I kept you so close to me;
But you still chose to leave.
I spent my savings on you;
But you never gave a heed.
I slept thinking about you last night;
Wanting to keep you safe,
because you were my only one,
My dearest!
But when I woke up , you were gone, Gone like the wind...
I let you keep my sight together, but you still wandered away everytime.
I never let anybody have you..
I treated you like my own baby;
But you were least bothered to hold on to me or my feelings!!
And there will come a day,
When tears have no place here.
And I fear its arrival, for the
Moment the rain clears and the
Clouds move on, is the second
The sun starts to shine, on a Time
When we are just you and I.
Melissa Marie
Hello there,
I found this hidden gem when I was looking for a writing app or something or other (can't remember exactly) a few months ago then I got busy and stuck in the rat-races of life these days but isn't that the same with everyone. So it sat there on my phone in a folder that I access quite regularly just collecting dust (so to speak), so today I finally had some downtime so I finally decided to set up an account and give this app a try.
I am not sure how exactly this really works but the way that I think that it works is that its like talking to the moon and stars in the sky above me when I am missing someone I love who has passed away just hoping that I could hear their voice o...
Look around you. Observe the world that you are living in.
Can you feel the beating of a thousand desperate hearts?
Can you see the fear for tomorrow in the looks of people?
Can you hear the cries of a thousand mothers who are losing their children each day?
Now ask yourself, is this the place where you always want to live?
Is this the place where each child expects to grow up when they open their innocent eyes and see the world for the first time?
Are you able to look in the eyes of those children without the feeling of shame for this reality full of evil, which they have to face?
Is this what we have prepared for them throughout centuries and years?
We cannot deny ...
Ich habe eine Katze, deren Name Tiger ist. Sie hat Zwillingskätzchen, nämlich Tim und Zinn. Wegen Hundemissionen habe ich ihn in einem Park verlassen. Heute nach einer Woche ist er wieder zu Hause. Ich weiß jetzt, wie sehr ich die Zinn vermisst habe.
I’m looking at you in love and it appears to me I see my image in your soul but I know that beyond is a water unfathomable to ever grip and I will have to splurge my life crossing it.
I love you and I know it will last forever, I will always traverse with a senseless longing to get as fast as thinkable in your deep persona, I will always preserve my desire floats stressed to you so the storm will never give us away, to halt the whitecaps of your garments drapery over your body with my palms, to held them in your chest and gape at the possibility of your smiles with a plea of waywardness.
What a lovely world it would be, where you stride with kisses, where you breathe with love and ...
Ok.This is the first letter that I write in this APP.I am a little excited now.(^ω^)
I want to meet with yours,and be your friend.My name is Siriy.
Good morning.
Australia, VIC
Dear emotions,
Please don't grieve over the stars, they may shine bright, but by the time the sparkle, they're already gone.
Hi all,
It's unique, kind of weird, but seems like a lot of fun so even I'm writing to you, for the first time, not knowing who you are, or what I'm supposed to talk about.
I think my first letter should be about motivation, as it has been the sole reason of all that I've achieved till date.
I can safely say, every individual, on this earth can achieve more than what he has, do more than what he's doing and can go beyond his capabilities.. with a motivated mind.
Wish you the best.
SM
Dear Lettrs,
I think that my first letter here should be written to you. I came to this website by chance while I was browsing for something else for my friend, but it kept me for quite some time before I've moved on.
Some of the letters here are very emotional and they reach out. Reading these, it reminded me of something my friend said (about diaries, but the meaning is the same): "Do you know why people open their hearts to a piece of paper? Because they cannot confide to other people." Here, after quite some time passed since I've first heard it, I think I finally understand what she meant.
It's too early to say whether I'll be writing here regularly or not, but I think that ther...
Let’s go on a boat trip
Let’s sail away
That’s what I said to you
The night we drifted away
I was flying free on the boat
As the sails were flying high
The ocean beneath us calm
Under the star bright sky
We sailed to different islands
No man had ever been
We skinny dipped in clear waters
And our kisses were the footprints
I thought we had everything,
Each other and a boat
But I forgot to check your luggage
You had left your heart upon the shore
-Silence In Echos
I found my constant.
Constantly on my mind,
Forever in my heart.
There you will always be.
May the radiating light of the moon fuel the passionate love and care I feel for you.
I feel lucky to have this galactic love.
Dear Lettrs,
It's been a long time since I wrote here. So many things happened in the past. I'm gonna start telling my stories again... please look forward for it...
-K-
loving you is the most beautiful blessing and also the heaviest karma in my life.
DEPRESSION
I GET A STRANGE FEELING THAT COMES & GO'S.
IT COMES FROM DEEP INSIDE.
I GET ALL EMOTIONAL & CRY, I WANT TO GO RUN&HIDE.
MY DOCTOR SAYS IT'S DEPRESSION
MY MOTHER SAYS IT WILL PASS
BUT THE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS, I HAVE WILL NEVER JUST PASS.
SOME SAY " IF YOU JUST HAVE A CHANGE OF SCENERY " OTHERS SAY "IT'S JUST A PHASE IT WILL GO AWAY" OR "GET OVER IT IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD ANYWAY". BUT THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE CONSTANT PAIN I FEEL EVERYDAY. IT'S LIKE I'M TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE ONE PART OF ME JUST WANTS TO RUN&HIDE & THE OTHER JUST WANTS TO SAY GOODBYE AND COMMIT SUICIDE.
I GET REALLY DOWN & CRY ALL DAY LONG.
I GET A HEADACHE FROM DOING CRYING AND THEN I FEEL BAD BECAUSE I'...
I’m back ...
Hi to the one
Who was reading my write ups ..
How are you ?...
I don’t know what to write,
All things running cool..,
Some ask me
The write ups was my real life situations??..
No not at all,
I’m budding writer
I wish to write everything
Which was cooking in my head
But I will add much more to make up a story,
I wish to write love stories
And so all my papers will be like that though matter is not sinking to that picture and even now too...
The ones who used to add me as pen pal will unfollow me for no reason ...,
Though it’s not a big deal to me,
I came to know that I won’t follow others when they do,
Don’t follow to unfollow....
I don’t follow
And even got a compla...
Listening to the voices speak for their political drums, seeing the people march to the political beat.
They say we think for ourselves. I laugh at their words. You are sheep,waiting for the reasons, a reason to riot. A reason to hate. You march to nothing but the deliverance of emptiness that bullies others to your own pace!
You believe you are right. If it offends you, rip it down, burn the books, destroy history. Go to the safe places, hide flee.
We have turned into a nation where we preach being wrong does not matter, get a trophy just for participation.
If our old men and women preach it from the tops of congress, it is progress? No it is hot air with a lot of stress!
Nothing i...
Dear Reader,
It’s been almost two years since my last letters. What a wild ride. For those of you that have continually given your all to my cause, I am grateful. Without you my journey would not be possible.
Life is long... but then we blink and it’s the years that pass and we become old. We blink again and children are born, people pass, and our body withers. However, amidst all life’s realities and struggles, possibilities still exist. The world keeps going. And you do to. Believe in yourself and make your dreams come true. It can happen. Nothing is impossible. Work hard and you will get to play hard.
Continue to be you.
“It Is Possible”
Today, I chose to live again. It took an artist's magic to bring me to my senses. Her words revived my dying soul, and gave me a different perspective at life.
I sent her a message. To thank her, to let her know how her magic changed me, and to tell her my story.
If she ever sends in a reply, it would mean the world to me. :)
--
Today, I chose to check on myself. Today, I chose to live my life again. Today, I am not already 25. Today, I am ONLY 25.
Blessed to be born in INDIA
....Kirne wo Suraj ki jis Zameen Ko chukar apne aap pe garv mehsoos Karti hai .... wo Chand ki Chandni jiski sateh pe girkar khudh Ko khush Naseeb samajti hai ... Jis bhoomi ki mitthi ki sugandh aatho dishao mai phel kar duniya mehkhati hai ....
wo Bharat Desh hu Mai ......
...Waise toh Zinda hu Mai harozo saalo se ... Apne aap Mai magan ...lakh khushiyon khudh Mai sametkar par na thi kisi ke khayalo Mai... phir duniya ke kaagaz pe hui phechan wo jo banayi musafir koi Vasco ne .... sabse alag Ghiri hu mai teen dishaye ghere sagar aur uttar mai fauladi pahado se ...pata chala usse mere Nas nas ki padaish logo ki hai jaise jungle ke sher jo na daarte kisi ke daha...
I think my Glass slipper was dropped and shattered by some dude, and then he swept it under a rug and slowly walked away whistling, as if to pretend it were never in his possession in the first place!
It is I who holds the flame
The keeper of immortality
I rise against the grain
To whispers speaking softly
1990-PresentVivi
There are so many
reasons to be alive
but the dark attraction
of death tosses its
shadow over the
brilliance that you were so
much looking forward to,
embracing all your
natural powers,
such a magnificent
energy that's always
been, yet some people
like you who refuse
its aid, a choice based on
pride, or any of the
seven deadly sins...
but there's hope for you
Let your body and mind
start the healing process
Rid yourself of want
Steer clear of desire
For with what life has to
offer, there is no need
This is a blessing
~Lady Sativa 🍃
Insomnia
The levels and depth of sleeplessness knows no bounds
Matched only by the thrash of our thoughts
To wake or to slumber
is a choice our minds can not make
The soothing of thoughts
The resting of worries
is our only solace
in our battle with sleep
🔸️Reunion🔸️
Finally all that heat has left my side
I only kept you around out of spite
And out of sight because deep down inside
I knew it was not right, too many nights
living a life yet I felt like I'd died
But now that liquid languish has all dried
I'm starting to once again feel alive
~Lady Sativa 🍃
I've never been addicted to smoking, drugs or alcohol,
Nor am I great fan of sports like football.
The feeling u get when you read a horror book or movie,
A feeling that someone or something's standing behind me,
To music, poetry, my coffee and tv
I'm addicted so you can call me a devotee,
Other things can also keep me busy,
But at the end of the day I keep running back to the things I'm addicted to.
One of life's pleasure/
In both good and bad moments/
The magic of food.
©moiragallaga
#haiku #copyrightwritings
#moiragallagasjournal
Me holding on to you is an addiction
That I unto you in my nights!
But have you ever wondered, this is what makes me hollow, weakening my resolve and lets the darkness ovwrwhem me with extreme pleasure and guilt that follows.
And I burnt the fine edge of the circular raw tobacco stick after tapping it over my high end materialistic watch face. Lesser I knew that it was the urge to fullfil my nicotine need. Kid in me just light ciggrattes to witness the shining fire on the other end
Tengo una gran obsesión de ti,
de tu vida,
de tus cosas...
Just because what you see with your eyes may not be the truth but simple lies
You don't know just by standing outside the box
So many things are hidden behind all these locks
To actually step inside and see what lies within
You have to start with an open mind and sit back quietly while I begin
Do not judge me or throw your stones
Try to understand and feel the chill throughout your bones
So here goes my story that I'm scared to tell
Ive been an addict and slave to drugs for so long
It feels like pure hell
I trade one drug for another but can never really quit
I never anticipated this happening to me I was a smart girl with a lot of wit
I even had a 4.0 GPA my life just seemed good what ...
Addiction:
Is it a bitter sweet to one’s twisted mind. so quiet and curious with random thoughts.
Addiction
Is it weak or strong safe to touch.
Addiction
Do we dance in the grey ...taboo line of fun and play.
Moving with our energy.
Addiction
Could be nice and fun just so long as your the one 💋
Smoking and Drinking kills!
And so does pollution!
Atleast people want to smoke and drink, they enjoy doing it.
But we don't want to inhale poisonous gases in our atmosphere, rather we are bound to and it decreases our life expectancy more than doing drugs.
Our generation of poor and middle class people are bound to drink contaminated water, eat the chemically cultivated food, they have the unhygienic and unsafe modes of transportation and what not.
This is not accepted. Life of every individual has a value. Mother nature is of everyone.
Rich class who run the big industries, they deforest mother nature, contaminate the air. Guys global warning is killing animals, aquatic life and humans bein...
Every moment spent with you,
Makes me realise you are just an addiction..
But we are so similar,
And because of that we have done everything together..
So now everything I decide to do by myself is an act of moving on..
So I move on from you a bit everyday, because I can't do it at once ofcourse..
And it feels like a long way to go,
So I lose my mind and act crazy and then start over again..
I guess it must be the same for you too..
And that's why we are still together even after knowing this is just an addiction..
The pen is always ready
It waits,
Patiently, to be used for greatness,
To inscribe into reality,
The words that live, only in your mind,
To become a permanent point in time,
For the well placed words, in a well formed sentence, are irreversible, once read or heard,
So speak thoughtfully,
And write meaningfully,
To be heard, and read, and felt by the world,
As a joyful experience,
With uplifting and positive intent,
Now, feel, think, think deeper,
And be the dream creator, that the pen awaits,
Waste not it's ink, it's life blood, on the frivolous, but spend it to change lives, to breath wonder into the world,
The pen awaits,
Patiently for you,
To use it, to will,
The world!
Me pregunto: ¿algún día dejaré de escribir?
Sentada en un coche recorriendo el paisaje con la tinta que humedece mi cerebro y a posteriori mis neuronas... ¡cansada de todo menos de las letras!.. me cuestiono que harán esas condenadas para tenerme como una esclava que firmó el contrato de nunca sentir la soledad si la puedo describir.
Y ese es mi único consuelo en este circo. Si me duele el corazón, lo escribo. Si me arden los ojos de rabia y odio, lo escribo. Además, si me agoto del ambiente físico, lo describo.
Se que no tengo cura y tampoco la quiero. Deseo sentirlo todo para leerlo y luego releerlo. Es una dependencia a la escritura que en ocasiones siento miedo de soltar una lágrima sin a...
Scrolling through my feed, I muttered, "Why do people these days write mostly about heartbreak? My feed is full of such tales.
"Because heartbreak brings out the hidden writer in them and so their experience become words. Just like you do.", my friend replied straight to my face.
there's a love in me
beyond the boundaries of my words
where i can only pray in silence
while rejoicing within my breaths
damn
love was so much easier to write about
before you
-joshua ryan stewart
I've been taught to write things
down to remember them.
But I've ended up writing about
things that I want to forget.
#relationship #life
The book is glorious
you swim in sensational prose
across a lake of literary reflections
to a land of vivid possibility
and you think
I wish I could write like that
Surrounded, somewhat dumbfounded.
Stuck by being well-rounded.
Lost focus then found it--
Right there above grounded.
Pitched words poetically sounded.
Me enfrento siempre al ejercicio de la escritura con la mente en blanco... Tal vez sea porque en realidad soy un cabeza hueva, no tengo nada que decir excepto cuando empiezo a hablar y, es entonces que me doy cuenta espantado, que he dicho todas las cosas equivocadas... Tal vez debería pensar más y hablar menos pero, el problema es que a duras penas hablo..
Con lo contradictorio que la afirmación anterior parezca me enfrento a una realidad: Yo no hablo. Y estoy convencido de mi mutismo porque cuando abro la boca solo escupo palabras, tal vez por eso prefiera escribirlas en lugar de desgañotarme en la labia. (Estoy convencido totalmente que es esta la causa de mi soltería patológica.)
¡...
AN Emerging Poet
Anchored was I
In the dead cold of night
-
For if my mind was a house
It wouldn't let me inside
-
The gentle things have died
Creating a poet in disguise
-
I'm tongue-tied
Writing the same goodbyes
-
Dear poetry,
Take me
-
Submerge me in the pool
Pool of words
-
What makes lettrs a special place is not the software, but the amazing substance of people across the world who actually take time to think about what they write.
Every letter is unique, and every person who creates has their own unique story.
What legacy will you leave in lettrs?
For lettrs is here for those scarce messages in your life that are meant to last.
"SI NUNCA TOMÉ PAPEL Y PLUMA, NO DESPERDICIE TINTA"
Mil disculpas a mi, a la persona que abandoné hace mucho tiempo en estos rumbos.
Cuando tenía 18 años nadaba en mi la duda de "cuál es mi propósito", lamento informarme que 4 años después sigo sin tener respuesta, me he dedicado a ser un robot y hago lo que se supone que debo de hacer, incluso en este instante se siente como una falla de mi sistema el estar escribiendo después de mucho tiempo. Siento que ya no pertenezco aquí y aunque nunca pensé en este lugar como uno para crear bellos escritos como los grandes aristas que podemos encontrar, era lo más valioso cercano a un diario para mí.
No regreso aquí como me gustaría, no vengo más inte...
