I tried to identify Time in a lineup
Thought he shouldn’t be hard to spot since
he’s usually wasted
But it was just another reality misstated
It’s we who are wasted and thin
Where Time finds no handholds within
Then shrinks to a point called present
Of empty duration without scent
Au courant drained of presence
Is the false Time to which we assent
Profiled Time that doesn’t really exist
Another simple reality we twist
What is a letter?
I am always interested in writing a letter. I love writing and getting to know people - what they think, what they know, what they like, what they hope for, etc.
A letter is always a better way to do that.
It takes time to think and craft a letter. It’s more than a text message or a phone call. It’s a shared diary of your days with a friend.
I can remember being a little girl and sending letters to my family who lived far away. Something about getting a letter in the mail always made my day better. Even to this day, I have a large box full of cards, postcards, letters, and notes.
One of my aunts bought me stationary. It’s just so much more personal and tangible. You ar...
You are not but a ghost.
It is time for you to rest.
The hour has past when you could wait behind any door ready to strike fear into my day, or howl all night from under my pillow.
As with a vengeance you cling, screaming for your pains to be heard, your power has faded and with ease disregarded. Like morning wind.
You haunt me no longer.
There is nothing of reality in you.
I have but the briefest of a gaze at your shape, your face holds no detail.
What was then is not what is now.
I hope to
Put it all
And be able
To raise a bottle
And all the memories
I've held tight
To my heart
Is not that day
Because it is still
Too soon. JD
*Too Soon* Father Part LIV
#held #CMNovChallenge #WritingPrompts
I couldn't move. I couldn't feel anything. I could hear all of it though. It felt so awful, so disappointing to be in that condition. To feel that helpless and disgusted by yourself. I had tested my boundaries in the most thoughtless way, had wronged my body, my soul, my being. I had absolutely disembodied all I stand for and represent. What was I doing? What had i thought this would lead to that I so carelessly and irresponsibly tried it?
Drinking had always been fun to me, something to make me less serious, less constrained inside as I'm very much gathered together (overthinking always works in weird ways, sometimes too extreme). However, I was aware of my limits. Always had been. Always ...
Quit be a Spectator in your own life. Be a participant. Looking at the sunset off the gulf of Mexico renewed a feeling inside of me. To wiggle my toes in the sand as memories of happy times raced through my mind. Dancing with my Father for the first time meant the world to me. It meant as much to him. Father and daughter building a relationship long lost. Found again. It was a blessed trip to see my family. Giving thanks this season for all of my loved ones.
I smile whenever I remember my first puppy love in elementary school sang his favourite song 'As Long As You Love Me' with me. Ah, the innocence.
I chuckle whenever I remember how the tears flooded my eyes and down my cheeks during final (sometimes, trivial) goodbyes. You name it - graduations...moving out of my safe place...that goodbye hug Chandler and Joey shared with wistful smiles on their faces. That acknowledgment of growing up with life is painful. The end of an era.
I still cry from the heart whenever I remember my first true love broke my heart. As much as I cried for leaving people behind with whom I've built meaningful relationships because of tough love or they burn me out. Som...
To wash away
That spur them
To begin with. JD
*Tears Like Rain*
#NovemberRains for the #NovemberContest
# SkylarkChallenge 165
Words to be used:
We are like a flock of delicate sheep , wandering aimlessly into the openness of the nature in front of us. Our voices are muted but our imagination is too loud for the adults to understand us.
They force our little brains to think like them. They manipulate our thinking and blend it with their own.
This way, we lose our originality and turn into mere desirable robots.
Our innocence us diminished by their harsh criticism because they keep telling us to grow up when all we wanted to do is play around like how kids normally do.
We want shepherds to guide us into the right paths, not butchers who kill our s...
Maybe it was the way your eyes wrinkled at the corner
every time you smiled
that made me fall in love
with you even more
It reminded me of that moment
when my hands ran along
the length of its surface
and the smell of a new pages
Of the "happily ever after" hit my nose.
Letters I wrote to her
Letter no. 1
Death, I have seen triggers the heart to flow in the commodious ocean of of love.
You see, you hear of someone dying and you're suddenly it by a huge restlessness. An unheard commotion deep within that flashes ardent memories from the past and pulls you into the labyrinth of love, not out of sympathy but out of the thought of being able to make last memories to be cherished.
To see a smile on that face, because it might be there for the last time before the eyelashes kiss and unite forever.
I thought of a life without you, thought so for just a few minutes before those thoughts could captivate the happiness you had gifted me with. I thought of a l...
Today I discovered a tiny colored hair on my clean laundry.
It burned your name.
Fiery and short.
My eyelids shut
As if closing my vision erases the memory.
Trying to shake off the nightmare simply, like it’ll disappear the same way sleep holds dreams. And waking life pleasantly washes them away. Day to day. Living separate life’s under threads of godly veils.
You’re testing my lesson in forgiveness and patience.
I’ve always been the one person who had reserves stocked and ready to heal.
Feeling your betrayal coat my skin in muck reminds me how fucked I’ve become.
I could punish myself again.
Refrain from feeding, call it religious fasting.
I can blame my empty pockets and Je...
Tu khwab hai mera ik adhoora....
Sapno me mai karlu tujko poora....
Teri yaad hai mere jeene ka sahara....
Tu meri kashti mai tera kinara....
Teri zulfo ki chao me bitaye jo pal....
Na jaan ye aaj hai fir ho ya na ho kal....
par teri yaade humesha sath rahegi mere....
tu sath rahe ya dur, rahegi hamesha dil me mere ❤️
ALWAYS LOVE THE ONE WHO LOVES YOU....
NOT THE ONE WHOM YOU LOVE....
BUT IT WILL BE PERFECT....
WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE WHO LOVE YOU MORE THEN YOU DO.... ❤️❤️
😊 Spread love , happiness , and peace everywhere.... 😊
There's something about you!
In the middle of the chaos, you came to me out of nowhere.
I didn't even think for once, that we will eventually connect.
Your phone calls & your messages, never thought that they would consume good amount of space in my phone!
A face i haven't seen before.
With a voice, i have never heard before.
Damn your eyes, never thought that your eyes would intoxicate me.
I feel something that, i can't really explain. But there's something.
The way you hug me, never thought that it would make me feel so good.
As you pull me close, your hug just makes everything better.
Damn your hug! Never thought that it will get added to my memories!
Your fragrance, all over my body...