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March 21, 2019
 

Why I write...
For companionship.
For love.
For anger.
For happiness.
For fear.

I remember being eight years old an the only thing I wanted was a diary. But not just any diary! I wanted one with the lock and key. I was always embarrassed like I would have been made fun of for keeping a diary! But most of all I was scared!!! Scared of what people would think if they were to read some of the things I'd write. We moved so much it got to the point I wouldn't unpack the few trash bags I had of clothes because I knew once I got comfortable it'd be time to go again. I have always had anxiety so making friends was something I wasn't really interested in doing. For years a pen an paper was my only fr...

ORIGINAL
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March 20, 2019
 

---Holi 2019---

Existence has a vibratory field of its own.
That vibratory field has its own mutation and association to collaborate with each other,
Every collaboration manifest wide range of possibilities.
Every possibilities we see is a fragment of limitless diversity,
Every diversity has its own different colours and vividness.
This colours and vividness infuse richness and meaning into our mundane life.

Holi is a significant reminder for all of us to open up ourselves to experience higher dimensions of life.

Higher dimensions enters when we burn out negativity and void we hold inside due to layers of ignorance.

When we open the gate of knowledge to invite richer and bett...

INTROVERTS WEEK
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March 18, 2019
 

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Ever seen chances slimmer,
Than oxymorons? Than breaths
In the slits of turmoils of death
Than serendipity walking bold
With a thunderous sky
Than the fine line of white
That turns the strongest dark
Into a grey of hope,
There, then, maybe
Lays a soul, praying to fall
With trust, on the wiser side.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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March 16, 2019
 

Each of us is unique in our own ways and writing is one of the best mediums to express and introduce our inner self. But have we ever thought of describing a writer? Well I am sharing my perspective and would like to read your creative definitions as well.

Who is a writer 

The one who has empowering powers within himself 

The one who makes up with his inner strength

The one who has a big heart and several hats to handle at the same time

The one who radiates excitement and enthusiasm

The one who has layers of depth to his thoughts and feelings

The one who shares his genuine being with undying smile 

The one who leads like a mythical Phoenix with confidence and grace

The one who is un...

FEEL IT WRITE IT
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March 14, 2019
 

All that I ever learn from love was how to be continuously naive. A spin that never stops.

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March 15, 2019
 

I think using letters makes you express yourself more than you would have in person talks due to lack of confidence. That's my opinion on why letter.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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March 14, 2019
 

Dear Letterists,

Letting someone go is never easy.
We often crib for the things which are not meant to be for us.But do we realize the world is beautiful & our happiness shouldnt depend on someone else.Lets not measure our self from the eyeglass of someone else.
If someone is meant to be in your life,they will stay no matter what.You can’t force someone to love you back.
I understand the pain of heart break is unbearable.
But my dear friend,Life is too short to regret for the things which are not meant to be yours instead cherish what you have.
The Magic is within you ,You just have to discover it .
You can do anything possible in the Earth so just go & conquer the world with your love laugh...

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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March 13, 2019
 

Life is the best teacher they say and I have never come across one as persistent as she is. One thing I have never learned is how everything is temporary. Once green leaves on a bough turns to rust and will soon be snapped from the branch. Even the sun gets tired of the day—sets to give way to night. I question why I had to meet you. Why I even let you shed some light in the comfortable darkness that I was always so used to. You became a spark, a tiny ember of light that brightened and warmed an otherwise bleak and empty space. I let it burn a little. Fed it shavings from conversations on life and sweet nothings. I was stubborn and never really  listened to the lessons... The embers will glow...

FEEL IT WRITE IT
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March 13, 2019
 

Dear Lettrists,
When do you find the best time to write?

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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March 10, 2019
 

I wish I could carry your heart
In my hand
Or the pocket
Of my shirt
Where it embraces
Mine
Through a curtain
Of translucent skin.

I wish I could keep your heart
Somewhere
In the drawer
Of my study table
Or between the pages
Of my favorite
Poetry book

I wish I could place your heart
Under the pillow
While I went to sleep
Or just thought about
You,
At night;
Sometimes during day,
Or if I could just
Place it
On the desk
In my classroom
On the notebook
And pen down stories
And poems
About how it breaks
And how it bleeds.

I wish I could have your heart
If not your soul
I wish I could have your heart
If not you.

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March 9, 2019
 

To remember someone with every word getting typed on screen.
To wrap one's feelings with the most toughest metal.
To unwrap them on paper,scribbled with blood.
Writing like looking into mirror.
Writing like staring at own eyes.
Writing like.......screaming in silence.
That's how much uneasy it is to ease that pain garnered from so many years.
It won't come with flow.
It can never come easily.
There is no relief when every grain of salt has promised to sprinkle over sores.

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY
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March 9, 2019
 

‘3 A.M. EPIPHANY’

His body had come in contact with the cold floor of the stage but the mind, oh the mind, it was still dancing. He could see and feel the lightning mockery of the ceiling above trying to stifle him with those weary and blinding curtains, those red, velvety and scornfully thick dejections at the seams with fleeting breaks and folds. The audience had migrated to somewhere else, to a faraway land much more better, promising and of incantation. The stage was indeed blind. Disheartened. Dispirited. What was left of it were the flimsy and particularly minute grains of cold dust and bouts of despair. Something that mustn’t have been present boisterously on the floor. Or more precis...

WRITING IS LIFE
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March 8, 2019
 

From that first meeting in 8th standard to today when I again saw you and recalled everything in a second.
I still remember when you first entered our class with an naughty smile, intoxicating scent,and those deep splendid eyes. In a minute I felt you completely. We barely talked but then to in a couple of months I was the one who was knowing everything about you. You were the one lost in the books, trying to paint own world and always wore that silver bracelet with hanging flowers and elephants on it in your left hand.
And then time passed,and from 8th we slided over to 12th, time changed but that sweet sophistication between us still stayed the same. The last day of the school, we were all ...

BUY ME FLOWERS
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March 7, 2019
 

Dear Lettrists,

   I am currently on vacation from my job. I find it amusing that while I have been away from work I have been more tired and excruciatingly bored. Funny how that works isnt it.

   I find myself wishing I had a hobby, writing is great but it doesn't take up much of my time or make me feel active. I need an active hobby, like geocaching or something... maybe Urbex? Either would be fun.

   I love you all very much, thank you for reading my little journal-esque nonsense!

               ~Michael

WAKE UP AND WRITE
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March 6, 2019
 

Dear Lettrists,

   Day three in a row of writing on here to you lovely people with limited interactions, barring that of the lettrs staff... thank you guys though, this is an incredible platform. But I have no given up hope to interact with you guys.

   On another note, I wrote a poem in my poetry journal yesterday abd realized it had been nine years since I had last written a poem. It was interesting to see how I have changed and evolved my style of writing in those years!

   I love all of you very much and hope you are all doing well!

                    ~Michael

FEEL IT WRITE IT
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March 5, 2019
 

Dear Lettrists,

   I woke up today feeling revitalized to writing. I hadn't done much of it in years. I dug out my old journals, one for personal entries and one for poetry, and decided I am going to carry them around with me so I can write whenever I get the urge. I have even began drawing in a journal given to me at christmas from someone special!

   I have a question for you, lettrists! Assuming you have read this far, what is your muse, what inspires you to write? Lets have a discussion! Feel free to add me as a penpal. I love you all very much!

Be indelible!

                ~Michael

INSPIRE THROUGH WORDS
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March 4, 2019
 

Dear Lettrists,

   Lately I have been re-examining my life and found that I have no worthwhile hobbies to occupy my time. Because of this I wind up with a deep sense of emptiness. It is my hope that you will welcome me into your community and allow me to take part in cherishing the dying art of wordsmithing. Perhaps these letters, poems and words of wisdom from you lovely people will help me. I love you all very much!

                          ~Michael

LIGHT LETTRS LOGO
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March 1, 2019
Canton, United States

I must admit, the new paper in the “faces” collection of lettrs  stationery has me thinking deeper than ever.

Thanks to Martha for creating an inspired collection.   We will tag the stationery as “Mindful” for a brave new tapestry of your letters from across the globe.  Go deep...

Think, write, live,

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February 28, 2019
The Colony, United States

Healing the heart comes from the passion from someone else soul. Sending a card as a gift leaves a mark on your heart. I will never turn away and I wil always be here.

PASSION OVER PERFECT
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February 27, 2019
 




she was so alone
she never said to anyone
she was dying every second inside
then he came, he changed her life
completely and entirely and then her
loneliness said bye to her never returned in her life.

so the moral of the story is
In everyone's life, there will be someone who will come
one day and will change life from
bad to good & sad to happy.

-Chirayu!.

RESOLVE
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