To whom I know it will never concern:
I haven’t used this account in 3 years. Forgetting everything I once wrote, I rejoined in hopes to find a pen pal to help me strengthen the Polish language I am trying so hard to learn. However, I looked through my old writing to find love letters... Not nearly as good as the hundreds I wrote on paper to him... To remind him that he was loved. What breaks my heart is that now, looking back in time, not a single letter was appreciated except the first or second. In those five and a half years, I did so much that wasn’t appreciated... Yet I never saw the signs.
I remember when you returned home from Mexico. The way to looked at me at the airport was not ...
You were like those Prayers
that could calm my oceans
Just like you, these prayers
also became a distant memory
hard to be true.
You were like the sweetest
the Music to my tiredness.
Just like you, now the music
comes on someone else's tape.
You were Like those Clouds
that became the soul of sky.
Just like you, those Clouds
don't Stay for-ever either.
- Aroo Joshi
Chapter 7- I am 9 years old
Nativity BVM ( blessed Virgin Mary),Biloxi, Mississippi
It is the 3rd grade that smells like a bakery. I have a best friend,Doreen, who sits with me everywhere and shares my secrets. We both like the same boy whose name is Lloyd, because he towers over the rest of us.
“Dreamy” she says, as we giggle uncontrollably. “He is looking at you!”. I glance over my shoulder and he is staring. I wonder why in world he would do that?
Sister Ignatius teaches us intensive math as we count out loud “ 2x4 is 8...2x5 is 10”. I sing song my timetables all day until they are ingrained for life.
“ Healthy girls do not need nail polish because their nails are Pink with health” s...
The other day I watched a Little League game from the parking lot.
I no longer play baseball, but I still love it. The car ride over as you shake with a combination of nerves and pure excitement. The team chants from inside the dugout as their teammate makes their footing in the batters’ box. America’s Pastime holds something special about it, the ability to put a smile on anyone’s face. Whether you’re an avid fan or just the person accompanying someone who enjoys the game, it’s hard to withhold a grin while at the ballpark.
It’s moments like these where I choose to put my phone down for all of 10 minutes and sit in the car, watching the sun set behind the left field fence where I’m broug...
Remember those days when you use to pack your bags the night before and force yourself to sleep early even if you can't stop thinking about all the fun things you get to do with your friends on the school field trip?
I actually miss that kind of excitement in life now!
Let this duvet of dreams
As I weigh myself down
With memories of us
Tell me why
Play on a loop in my brain
You have become the soundtrack to my life
Instead of counting sheep
I count the fragments of you
That I keep scattered around my room
There was a part of you hidden in between the pages of my favourite book that lies on the bedside shelf
It collects dust now
Another lies trapped in the mirror
Sometimes when I glance at my reflection
I'm convinced I see you
Yet when I look again.
Once I clear out your side of the wardrobe
I'll find you nestled inside an old shoe box
Chapter 6 my story and
Weekly challenge-flying, fling and forks.
I am eight years old
We have been flying to Keesler Air Force Base in Biloxi, Mississippi aboard a rickety twin propeller plane leftover from World War 2. My dad is a Master Sargent and will be training the new recruits.
There are no housing units available so we will be temporarily living in a derelict old barracks scheduled to be torn down. The three story buildings are creaky and deserted, but the military has turned on electricity for our unit and placed 9 single cots with metal springs and cotton mattresses covered in ticking for us on the third floor. We each have a pillow and one blanket.
My mother is anxi...
A scary celebration..
It’s been a few years that I have realised this one thing about the seasons and it touches my soul in many ways.
As soon as the monsoon ends, the weather goes a little dry and it’s
🍂 autumn🍁 and it gives me a really weird vibe!
In my country, the colourful, traditional and celebrated festivals arise around this time.
I used to love this part of the year as it is so calm and there’s a sense of silence even in the noisy world around me. That silence is my own and it makes me feel so nostalgic and I lose all my senses to understand.
It is beautiful yet scary, as I go through all the flashbacks that made me who I am.
Today as I was walking by the road in the eve...
the years accumulate,
filling the space between us
we live in the margins,
avoiding shallow waters
filled with hollow words
we’re all fake smiles
and bitter reminders
and thinly veiled distaste,
the ghosts of what once was
i always thought
we’d find our way back
were made to burn
- ashley jane
In the world full of gorgeous or beautiful ....
I Still love to call her "Bachaa" (cute child)💓
Looking all around
Shells and stones fill many jars
Memories take flight.
#Flight #CMAugChallenge writing prompts
#ShellsAndStones #TealMoonRiver19 monthly prompts
Oh! To be
You are the Darkest part of my past,
You are the story I always skip,
You are the person who lied about me the most,
You are the person I can not pronounce the name of,
You are the person I could never forget,
You are the person who stole my smile,
You are the person who ruined my family,
You are all the things I want to forget,
You are my most painful memory,
You are all different people stuck in one whole memory...
You Are The Darkest Part Of My Life.
बचपन में हमारे सपने भी बहुत बड़े थे,
पर जैसे हम बड़े होते गए, हमारे सपने छोटे होते गए,
और अब ये आलम है कि,
सपने देखना तो दूर, उसके बारे में सोचते तक नहीं।
Un 8 de agosto
de hace dos años
aterrizaba tu último avión,
el que tomabas
desde Houston hasta El Salvador,
y yo, afuera esperando
aunque hiciese calor,
para abrazarte fuerte y decirte:
"¡Hola mi amor!"
Tu llegada fue el final
de una larga charla
que nos hizo soñar,
con conocernos en persona
para expresarle a nuestra otra mitad
que era a quien siempre
13 días juntos
llenos de risas, abrazos y besos
compartiendo desayunos y almuerzos,
de caminatas y muchos "te quiero"
que se guardaron en fotos
y en nuestros recuerdos.
Ha pasado tanto tiempo
desde que te marchaste
y me besaste por última vez,
pero recuerda que en El Salvador
te sigue esperando...
la chica a l...
To, My Childhood,
I think of you often. A lot more, of late. Your memory comes to me almost always, at the most unexpected of times, out of the blue, just like that. And each time, it blankets me with a warm feeling, like a bear hug.
31 years on planet earth and I still believe, you were the best thing to happen to me. And I so, so want to do a time travel, to revisit all the memories you've gifted me.
Life was so much more simpler back then. No mobile phones, no social media, no overdose of television and ott content and yet people were so connected. Relationships were so much deeper and stronget.
I remember we had a very small house, modest at best. My mom and dad, th...
I stare at the dark velvet sky,
looking at the brightest
in a countless sea of stars,
and I wonder
in which one of them
you choose to stay
in order to make me
closer every day.
The Late night music thought...
The energy is immeasurable...
Sometimes the whole bunch of people cant make you feel anything what one song from your memory lane can!
And no matter how moved on your life has turned but that song always and always will remind you of that particular person!
We were all painters once
Filling away our dreams with bright and vivid colours
Until one day life decided to splash a shade of grey
All over the canvas.
And we all were dancers
Dancing away on the clouds
Higher and higher where nothing could touch us
Until one day life pushed us from cloud nine
And we fell onto the stone hard reality.
And we were lovers too
Falling in love
All over again and again
With everything innocent and beautiful
Until our hearts were ripped open
And we bled out all our emotions.
While others thought it was growing up
We knew we were shrinking
Curling up into tiny balls
A dark side of us that we're afraid to let out
Afraid to disappoint what we resent.
And sometimes w...