Be the flower that leaves its fragrance even on the hands of the one crushing it.
Don't lower your standars for anyone or anything.
Self-respect is everything
I never thought i would believe in love
I never thought i would wait for ur texts
I never thought i would smile seeing ur name
I never thought i would get so blessed n happy
I never thought i would get happiness
U proved me wrong u made me feel that i deserve to be happy 😊
Very Few Emotions coursing through my veins.
i cant even shed a tear, i feel no more pain.
I laugh now because losing you doesn;t hurt me any longer.
If anything Being without you made me alot stronger.
i dont hate you, but if i saw you on fire, i wouldnt put you out.
i have no hatred in my heart for you, but if you called me today crying out for me, i wouldnt bat a lash and tell you to kiss my ass.
even if you professed your undying love for me and you were begging for my love back on your knees. i'll kiss you on your forehead and count to three, as i hear you say "Glenda Please".
i would laugh in your face and walk away because when i was fighting for you to stay, you went a...
EL MEJOR PASAJE DE MI VIDA
No era el mejor lugar , pero si las mejores personas, no era la mejor escuela, pero si los mejores alumnos no era la mejor maestra pero si la más felíz del mundo.
Caminos de terracería que en tiempos de secas el maquillaje era gratis y en tiempos de lluvias mis zapatos se convertían en sancos.
A la orilla lucen campos verdes
que a mis ojos maravillaron
como a mi mente tranquilazaron
en momentos de preocupaciones preciosas mariposas revoloteando daba gusto verlas sobre las praderas de amapolitas moradas agitando sus alitas
Cómo recuerdo los bueyes negros bramando imponentes que daban respeto, aquel perro que su ferocidad podíamos engañar lanzando piedras y pal...
The problems of modern living become painfully apparent as we see nations that are rich and powerful, and educated according to the standards of their time, fall into a state of barbarism without parallel in history. Nor is there any promise of speedy recovery from the common disaster as long as civilization is regarded as merely an economic or industrial motion in the development of races.
~ Manly P Hall
I am tired of being alone even when i am among my friends or family. I want to talk to someone. I want someone to caress me, to stand by me, to protect me when i am devastated. I dont want to cry alone all night long. Family hurts me, they dont care to talk to me about it. They dont even say a sorry or at least talk with a little bit of love in their voice. I dont have friends close enough to talk to. I dont have a boyfriend. I am always finding the soothing calming voice or touch which one gets when he or she is sad. I dont. I wish to find someone who cares about how a person feels and cares to react lovingly. I am done with all the rudeness and selfishness in a person as if he has not...
Escucha en silencio, muestra valentía y buena compañía, no miente ni engaña, ya no le tengo miedo a la oscuridad, aprendí que a veces hay que recorrer el camino solo para aprender, ser mas sabio día con día, hay que estar solo para aprender a amarse a sí mismo y para amar a otros... Así es la soledad... te hace ser libre y me encanta mi libertad...
This sleepless night,
this insomnia of mine,
the darkness that holds me so tight... Loneliness, that is right,
I had forgotten how it was,
being alone inside this four walls, without that embrace,
like a ghost I started to fade
in to the darkness,
for there are demons that lurk within my mind and they
won’t let me fall a sleep,
today the stars are not
showing up, not even the moon would show up this night,
how I miss to see the stars,
this will be a long night,
for it holds me tight,
I know that won’t sleep to night…
Today is a first. And I wish my mom was here for me.
I miss my mom a bunch. But today is the day my dad takes me to the hospital to have my angel baby taken from me. 😭
He just wasn’t strong enough to keep fighting. He had to go be at rest with nana.
And that’s fine. Cause nana can take better care of him than I could’ve. I was very excited for another baby but God had other plans.
I’m just really scared and anxious for today’s surgery.
3 pregnancies in 2020 that failed. All 3 babies are in heaven with nana.
I can’t keep going through with this so next month I will be getting another surgery to have my tubes taken out. I have my son and my daughter and my 3 angel babies watching fro...
miedo de despertar
y que ya no estés,
miedo al exilió de tu
de quedar en el olvido,
por que para mi
eres todo, que recuerdo
aún el verano,
recuerdo aquel momento,
un momento que en mi piel
ha sido tatuado...
She was 18 when i met her for
The first time,
Don't remember something else
But i guess its all just fine.
A little clumsy she was
But had a charmy smile,
Drawing some pictures
Had a dream of aisle.
I didn't understand anything,
Of what was in her mind
Or what was she saying,
Or what could she imply.
But as we grew closer
One thing that i realise,
She had a bunch of secrets
And no single place to hide.
She had a couple dreams
To find such a place,
Where she could live alone
And nothing to be afraid.
She says she'll be fine,
Erasing all the lines.
The world tries to draw out for her
And she says,
I know world's fucked up,
I know it's not kind,
She accepts everything
You are one in a million. You've earned the respect of all of us here for your dedication to Lettrs. You always go the extra mile for us and that hasn't gone unnoticed, my lovely.
You have also become someone I consider a good friend. You are considerate, thoughtful and genuine. I feel very blessed to have met you here.
I also deeply admire you. I am in awe of your creative gifts! Your abilities with the pen span from remarkable and ingenious illustrations to superb poetry. I would love to own a piece of your artwork one day. Perhaps we can do a swap? 😁 Drew has been fortunate to have your loyalty to Lettrs for so many years. You talents shaped the platform in many ways.
After 7 years of bringing letters to the world, we now must say goodbye to lettrs, despite best efforts to keep it going. The world has changed, where imagery dominates the the mobile medium. The psychology of letter writing has changed too.
Thanks to everyone who was part of the lettrs experience. It means a lot to me, really.
Maybe one day we can produce a next generation lettrs, that is simpler and aligns more to how the mobile medium operates in the shallows.
So please save your letters, as in a few short days we will close down this once beautiful place.
I know all about darkness.
It can keep you hidden,
when you don’t want to be seen
but there is no freedom
to be found from being invisible.
You can’t hide from your thoughts, they linger.
Do not be afraid to acknowledge
the unspoken words,
find your voice.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
I'm starting to feel a shift in myself again,
As I am tired of punishing myself for my dark past.
Love has come & gone for me,
Sometimes it has been me at fault
Other times, it wasn't at all
Loving myself has always been a struggle for me,
It has always been easier for me to focus my attention on someone else
Well this year has forced me to re-learn what it means to love myself,
I fell back into some self destructive patterns.
& frankly, the growth I want has to start within.
So I'm shedding my skin & welcoming a new chapter.
Where my boundaries aren't up for discussion, & I see myself as a force to be reckoned with.
Deep down, I know how great of a person I...
*Sweedle's Creative Corner
It's raining here today. Steaming cups of ginger tea are being passed on by cold hands. There is conversation and laughter, and the rain.
Mohd. Rafi is singing in the background,
Asking his loved one not to leave just yet. His heart has not yet had enough.
The pitter patter of raindrops on leaves adds an urgency to his request. Rains and goodbyes are apparently immiscible.
I sneak out quietly to the terrace, while the same stories are being recalled for the hundredth time downstairs. You feature in most of them; we all do. Tales from the good old days. But nostalgia can only do so much.
And now, I stretch out my palm to touch the rain. And tha...
Appreciate the way that you feel things,
Appreciate that there will be moments without big wins,
Appreciate every single mood swing,
Appreciate the fact that it is just how your heart sings,
Appreciate the harsh and the high winds,
Appreciate your strong wings,
Appreciate that not everyone needs to be saved,
Appreciate the fallen and the brave,
Appreciate your day and how you spend it,
Appreciate the people who are present when you end it.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
Dear Drew and Lettrs Family,
Thank you so much for giving me and my artwork a special home for so many years!
I will miss reading your lettrs and meeting new friends and penpals here.
It’s not goodbye, just see you later, or soon I hope!
Skylark Challenge 3
Things I have gained
My balcony has one chair.
I think this isn't fair.
It was supposed to be two.
Looks like my sky isn't Blue.
The storm is here.
I don't have fear.
I like the wind.
I have not sinned.
There is no need to fall
I have had it all.
I have everything to gain.
Just a little bit of pain.
I sit on this chair.
Storm is trying to scare.
It has started to rain.
The thunder is insane.
I love it to the core.
I just want it more.
I am the drenched one
Letting it out until I'm done.
So happily enjoying the storm.
I am now in full form.
This Storm has got me trained.
For the things that I have gained.
SIGNALS OF LIFE
Topic : Write a TEDx Talk of your own.
Tag to be used : SIGNAL
Comment below once you post your letter.
You all must have seen a TED talk or TEDx talk sometime in your life. Imagine YOU are invited to one such event. All you need to do, is to write your own powerful experience, that you would like to share with the world. In this way, you take a moment of pause in your life, reflect on your own experiences, and then move forward again filled with energy and enthusiasm.
How does it help others ?
At times we tend to learn from experiences from other people. Because they hav...
Outside : A musing
I was afraid to open my window which was closed since long enough. I was comfortable in my own space without any foreign air sprinting inwards. I was afraid, that the dust that covered my table won't look pretty anymore. I was afraid of the change.
And then, a storm broke the glasses of my windows, it rushed in and created a mess. As if it changed everything. But now that every shattered piece of glass was on the floor and I was unwilling to clean it up, somehow I gathered my strength and started cleaning all the mess bit by bit every passing hour.
I got tired and I slept. I had a sound dreamless sleep finally after so long. When...
We are creatures of habit. We stick to our daily routine yet sometimes things don’t end up the way we intend them to. No matter how carefully we plan everything, life still gets in the way. But as the resilient beings that we are, we adjust, we adapt and we compromise. We move forward carrying this heavy load, and then we thrive.
The taste of purple : A short story
I was a kid, rather a chubby kid. I guess about 6 year old. It was first day of school and I was early enough to occupy the first bench. The next day I saw a boy sitting at my place and I told him to sit somewhere else. To me, as a kid, it was MY place. How could someone else take it away from me ?
But he did not listen, he hit me in my stomach. I hit him on his face and that is how we started fighting. But then something happened. His leg slipped and he fell on the floor hitting his head on the table before falling. Moments later there was a clear bump on his forehead and it had turned blue.
A flock of starlings,
Descend clumsily to eat,
Fledglings learning fast.
~ Soaring Skylark
Challenge number 6 set by Sweedle:
"Look out of the window and write a Hiaku poem about what you see, smell, feel, taste."
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,