Por Dios aprendamos a soltar!
Soltemos, soltemos, soltemos...... Te extraño!!.......
A todos los que me lean:
Que la inspiración nos acompañe cada día, que sea parte de nuestra vida y así llenar de emociones todos los rincones de nuestros corazones.
El amor es eterno, sí... Pero, única y exclusivamente, cuando es correspondido por la dueña de nuestras querencias. Otra realidad sería la ingrata antítesis, el síncope del sentir, la burla irracional. Por tanto se infiere, sin falla, que tan palurda especie carece de vida en el tiempo; Su patética existencia es tan efímera como la paciencia de quien sentía con el doble filo de la espada de la realidad. ¡Un brindis! ¡Salud por la infinitud, por el infalible, por el gallardo amor verdadero! Tan maravillosamente hermoso como su vastedad.
I find myself in this cage
of anxiety and insecurity,
now and then.
When I irk myself
with all that's external,
I chain myself
to fight with you
holding back love
though it's not mine.
Because what is yours
doesn't make you wait;
If it's meant to be
even the universe can't
take it away.
No es un día común!... Despierto y soy consciente que estoy en cama, empiezo a toser al respirar el aire desviado del ventilador.
Sigo sin parar de toser, hasta que mi estómago sube y me hace retroceder sobre el borde de la cama.
Jamás se había resentido tanto... Intento respirar profundo y el oxígeno ha quemado mis vías respiratorias, que trazan los recuerdos de una noche sin dormir - era ya entrada la madrugada cuando sosegada por el cansancio, caí tumbada en el sueño - y sigo sin parar de toser.
Me levanto y voy directo a la ducha, he decidido salir en busca de la ayuda de aquellos a los que me niego consultar: Médicos.
El camino que lleva a la Ips es corto, pero justo hoy se ha hecho d...
There is an ache in the flesh
of my heart,
in the flesh of my soul...
and when I speak,
my words bob in the air
like corks on water.
the night howls and the daylight fades,
nature sweeps us up in a million shades
and i am hypnotized by falling leaves,
captivated by their color —
we were taught this is evidence of death,
but i find life in their evolution,
i see beauty in their cycle
of change and rebirth
- ashley jane
No puedo borrarte de mi mente,
simplemente no puedo.
Dicen que con el tiempo se borran las heridas
pero que sabe el tiempo de heridas
si a él nunca nadie lo lastimo?
Acaso alguien sabe como hacerlo?
Somos insignificantes para él
fugaces, una chispa, un instante
toda una vida en un punto
de una eterna línea de infinitos momentos.
mi dolor, mi duelo.
Te dí todo
no me guardé nada,
aún te sigo queriendo.
Lo mejor de un tornado
(Agita y calma)
Lo que parece un común desastre después de; es una oportunidad, un nuevo comienzo para reorganizar la vida que cumplimos.
Podemos volar entre un tornado o el tornado estar dentro de nosotros; pero una vez acaba, nos absuelve de los lazos esclavizados.
Meditabundo suena el reloj del tiempo que no da para atrás...
Silencio sepulcral que detiene una lágrima por bajar...
No más! Las fuerzas se van y solo queda el bálsamo de tu empatía sobre mi vida rearmar.
Sumergida en colores
El mar de inciertos caminos se despliega al abrir los ojos, vez primera, oxigenar pulmones.
Bendita genética!... Moldeada a tu imagen.
Un 40% de las desiciones cumplidas, son consecuencia de la educación recibida, el otro 60% te lo exige el día a día.
Un error y te arrugas como papel.
Un horror y te rasga el tuétano.
La vida te pasa como fotografías que la "cámara" de tu mente captó a su pasar.
El tiempo no tiene afán pero volando pasa, y con el se lleva lo que ya no te servirá.
Mar de colores es la vida: un día azul, otro día amarillo y otros tan oscuros más que negro, quizás gris por bondad inmerecida.
Esta en tu ser sumergirte!
In my dreams I'm always on a journey
With you as the destination in my mind
But the points are always on negative
I never get anywhere
I fight through swamp and jungle
The highest mountain I try to climb
Always reaching out for you
But I never get to where you are
For you are in the place
Where it takes the final journey to be
And I'm so sorry my darling
I have decided I don't want to make that journey yet
But one day God will decide its time to give me my ticket
And together we will be
You will see me running with my arms open wide
A big smile on my face,shouting" I've arrived".
Theres a look
Theres a look
That you find
The middle of the road!
I see fog up ahead!
I thought you were dancing!
Yes, she is dancing!
Say la vie!!
She found her Rhythm!
Dance, Dance, Dance...
"The things we miss miss the most are often the things that touched us the most. The things that found their way in and made their home some place deep." - JMStorm
My soul lost it's home
So long ago
I have no where to go
Tell me you miss me
Just a little bit
Make me a part of your life
Just for a minute
So I won't feel alone
Be my compass
Be my guide
Be my sight
When I'm lost
Somewhere in the world tonight, Someone’s falling in love for the first time.
Underneath the world that’s artificial, Someone’s being extraordinarily JUDGMENTAL.
Somewhere across the farthest beach, Someone’s longing for a powerful SPEECH.
Underneath the brightest MOONLIGHT, Someone’s praying for a happier life.
If you really love that person, learn to wait. Maybe you're not meant to be together today, but meant to be in future💓💓
You walked away~
Drifting where ever you drifted...
Every time you drifted...
I raised higher...
I no longer dream of you in my arms...
My strength was replaced...
I value my existence...
Stronger for it...
Respecting my existence...
My value is worth more...
Moving forward is my desire...
And sometimes I let myself forget that word for when someone accuses you of doing what they are because they feel guilty. All this time, it was you. Letting your secrets eat you alive because you think I don’t know. But I do, and I am going to let them finish what they started.
Pull down the moon.
I used to be a wonder.
My inner soul shone bright.
But life can gut your candle.
And age can dim your light.
I’m tired of this muted spark.
I’m bored with this half-glow.
I want to shine like embers.
The warmth I used to know.
So let me loose into the night.
Let me dance and run.
Let me breathe in the soft air.
Til I shine like the sun.
Pull down the moon
Let it fill me up.
Until I don’t feel empty.
Pour it into my cup.
Pull down the moon.
Let me drink it in.
Fill me with that liquid light.
Until I’m full again.
I’ll shine like a beacon.
For all the world to see.
Let me be a guiding light.
Let me at last be free.
A sweet kiss;
Every moment reminding us of life,
Reminding us of death.
You are what I need to survive,
You are what I need to commemorate this gift of life.
Deja ir en libertad esos suspiros que le dedica a ella en silencio.
Ha aprendido a sonreír sin dolor, más no ha dejado de amarla.
y la ausencia,
El tiempo y las oportunidades ya no pueden ser las mismas, más el deseo que ella vuelva sigue intacto.
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,
Thank you universe
For never giving up on me
Thank you for the growth, vision and change.
Quizás nunca tengan la oportunidad de leer esta carta pero eso ya no importa, me despido de ustedes de la manera ma cobarde que existe y es sin decirles nada.
Con todo el dolor de mi alma tengo que confesar que ya ustedes no son más parte de mi vida, que ya dejaron ser parte de los personajes principales, me gustaría agradecerles por todo el tiempo vivido, momentos buenos y malos que al final hicieron una amistad linda pero que ya hoy en día no la siento más parte de mi, también quería agradecerles por la gran lección de vida que me dieron "quien de verdad te quiere en su vida te hace parte de ella". Me la dieron el día que más necesite y nadie estuvo ahí, la aprendí el día qu...
Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
I appreciate so much your words.
Lettrs has been the door for meeting interesting people.
I hope this app can reach more people every day.
Thank you for allowing me to be part of the lettrs' family.
Perhaps we've all grown accustom to lifestyles,
and how we perceive things...
Perhaps we only know and understand only of our upbrings...
Theres so much more to life, and so much more out there - we have yet to explore!
So many opportunities, yet some of us choose to ignore....
The possibilities of leaving our comfort zone;
Yes, even if that means you have to do it alone.
Sometimes we don't realize how good we have it.
Try visiting a third world country, and experience what they lack!
The things we take for granted, over and over again. We do it without thinking, without a pause.. creating habits full of flaws..
Yet we can't gras...
LiFe is so hard then the imagination ...
BuT its also a truth that life is so beautiful with hard...
She is so strong that she is living yet with all dying life .
I m surprised how she can be so strong ???
BuT rather then
surprise I m happy that u living life now with a hope with Self smile with a
thought with family & for friends ..
When u grow like a tree then Strom & wind blocks U from growing but when God Flourish us with love then the wind & sunlight help us in growth ...
& Now god is Flourishing u with ur smile ...
The life is smiling in you ....
Of life has given
Me much to be
I still live, breathe
And see, yet another
Day. ~EM Fraser
It's good to be back here on lettrs, after they fixed my problem! I've missed it a lot... It's time to start all over again!
Thanku man . Most of yr lines are outstanding . And as a person yr lines make me to read more n more .so do please write more .
Maybe I can ever tell you what I feel ...
Thanks to you I learned many things, I surpassed things that I never thought to do, and it is that with you I learned that when one LOVES, there are no excuses or conditions because love only comes happiness, memories and good times. Because when you say LOVE there are no limits or limitations and that is because I see it that way thanks to you. Thanks to you I can feel that love is FREEDOM
In a world full of lights and sounds and flashes, you are a part of something that makes people slow down, consider, tap into their own genius and create.
The frailty of geniuses and artists, however, is that they need an audience to be seen and understood. Lettrs is a hidden gem; a haven to those bold and tortured souls who long to be heard and seen.
It is a canvas for the hearts of those whose lips have faltered and failed at their task of expression and whose lives have left them longings unfulfilled. It is a place where truth is wrapped up in the tapestry of prose; even pain is redressed for the occasion and becomes beautiful.
Thank you for fostering a meeting of the minds ...
Thank you, Next
A- Thank you for being there for me through my teenage angst period. Thank you for teaching me to be patient enough to let the anger out my system. I never felt so special unless I was with you, the attention you gave me was so delightful.
H- Thank you for being so persistant. You taught me what it was like to risk everything for something you love. You were so amazing with the way you spoke, the way you listened, and the way you loved. You made my heart flutter and raged a war of butterflies in my stomach.
S- You were the finale. The bittersweet reality that me laugh and cry. You showed me what my limits were, you showed me right from wrong. You were kind and overly sweet. ...
It’s time for me to be a little proud.
Today, I got a new car!!! A Ford Edge!!!! FULLY LOADED! With remote start and a rear camera! And did I mention a fabulous sound system!
I also got the new iPhone XS Max!
My boys got new car seats and got to pick out new movies to watch in our new car because it has a DVD player in it!
And I got a new Mac computer!
We paid all of our bills and haven’t even touched our taxes!
I’m so proud of myself!
Today has been a day to celebrate!
God is good, all the time, god is good!