And then that eyes said to me,
Leave me alone.
I don't want to be bothered by you,
Let me try once more.
I can help you find step to that door.
Where you'll see,
Flowers, that will blossom.
Night, that will shine.
Where you will be cheered, all adored.
This would make me satisfied too.
If you'll not let me.
Because I would have failed you.
I will not be able to face you,
Recently I got stuck in a traffic jam
For a very long time with no place to move and finally everyone turned off their vehicles.
Waiting in the jam, with nowhere to go,that moment of stillness gave me a chance to connect with life And I started to wander
"Our life is like a traffic jam only.
The roads being the path to success and different types of vehicles like 2 wheeler, 4 wheeler etc being the set of problems.No matter how tough it gets but you find a way to dodge them in order to reach home.
We will always be stuck with our set of problems like the vehicles surrounding us but all we need to do is to find a way to get out.
Life can put a break on your ...
For the first time, I don't know how to start writing a letter here. I dont even know how to Share this feeling. I have :been talking about my depression and anxiety disorders for a long time here, so wont be doing that this time. But I want to write and share something important here today.
lettrs have always been my safe haven. People of lettrs have been a huge support and source of motivation. Lettrs staff, admins and drew himself along with my friends and penpals have been there in my difficult times. which I'm glad for. But then things went unexpectedly worse than I imagined, which I couldn't even explain to myself, forget about writing and sharing alone. And I made my distance from the...
I barely opened one eye and hoped the view wouldn’t be the nightmare I’d become too used to seeing. but there it was, the darkness called Life was still very much there and another dawn reminded me that no sleep would let me escape it—even, I, Death herself, am too afraid to wake it.
Gemnah Maley Bray
Regardless of how much I wiped the tears flooding out my eyes, I still don’t know how to dry it out. Even after I pressed my clenched fists hard against my eyes, it continued to stream over, soaking my dress. Though I already pound my chest to stop me from crying, the pain keeps on repeating.
If he cussed at me face to face, I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to live any longer. But thinking of the people who love me, I couldn’t throw away my life either and I would perhaps become a person that only eats and breathes while carrying a heart that has become a hollow shell.
I may have felt glad seeing that scene in front of me on that binding, but it wasn’t a lie t...
The biggest mistake is being too afraid to ever make one.
Always take the chance, to win or lose, fly or fall, for that’s where we learn who we really are.
I grabbed the burner,
On a corner.
Don’t know when I met u-
Something bout the way you grabbed the gun,
Lost in the Caribbean-
Rum lit up the night.
Fuck it, our sails tear
& we leave.
Breathing becomes stifled-
As I stand upon the world’s throat.
we see the sun set.
My last breaths are taken on pages.
Only to be unearthed by loveless sages.
I won’t make it home.
Before I meet my untimely decline I wish to strangle enough pens. Prove enough points. Storm enough minds. Love enough hearts. Spill enough ink on papers and have embrace enough destitute capers.
By the time I stand facing the call of my sharp decline, I wish doing much. Bestow merry. Yes, in this world very. Make it a better place to be alive. Much better than I found it.
The burning flame in me irates not when once my life to benefaction directs. I wish to calm enough sulking souls and bodies. Gestate enough somebodies from nobodies.
Look. At the night. How relentlessly it squeaks. In cold ghastly pain, agonized by the sun's hotly aftermath. I wish to thrum a mellisonant tune i...
First Thank you to the Drew
For this amazing creative app Lettrs
This has healed me from my past and making me motivated, learning and knowledge sharing and to be creative.
Thank you once again 🤗❤️
Even with millions of people in Lettrs,
Posting en numerous letters in a day,
Lettrs Staff never forgets to knowledge and comment on it,
The most precious and valuable time of there's spending on each letters posted and leaving their mark, that they have read it..
A big thank you to the whole team of Lettrs Staff ❤️ you all are amazing people and motivators 🤗
And not to forget the other team members of the Lettrs
#Lady Skylark Becca
#Martha Lucia ...
LIFE, AN ADVENTURE. ME, AN EMBODIMENT OF TRANSIENCE.
The leaves they sway through the wind's demand,
And the stars they shine, the sun's reprimand.
The soul wishes to dream once more.
Against all odds.
And life says;
"Hear with ears and listen with attention,
May karma come and serve you well in dissipating hour.
Hither you are at the conflict's gate,
But never dare place asunder the wholeness of peace.
And when hatred its venom will shoot
You'll lacerate its root from that very encephalon,
Make steady sure that the heart is purged
Like tireless tides and billows may love be surged.
The dearth of mirth once will make an entrance
And make you question my unerring existence,
Today I give up
I give up on all the odds
I give up on the dots that never connects
I give up on the hopes that always meet less
I give up on the bulb that will never shine
I give up on the ladders that climbs nothing
I give up on the roads that leads nowhere
I give up on the beings that wouldn’t be humans
For the comforting peace in my being
I’m letting go
Today I give up
I give up on all the odds
I give up on the voices that only slays
I give up on the thoughts that demeans
I give up on the sights that sees less
I give up on the people that only build fences
I give up on the smile that last for a second
I give up on the pain that kills
For the tailori...
I am losing every drop of hope,
Before my fingers stop writing
I want you to know that how much I love you
Thank you for everything
Adaline walked down the sidewalk, enjoying the warm sun upon her face. The light felt so refreshing, and the breeze made the temperature comfortable. As she passed the coffee shop window, Adaline caught a glimpse of a man , on one knee, with a black box resting in the center of his fingers. Across from him, sat a dark skinned, giddish fella, hands over his heart, and tears flowing. Time changes things, but what Adaline loved the most is the forever evolutionary component of a "happy ending". She smiled from ear to ear; her heart warm with love for their moment.
As she continued her walk, she passed an adorable second hand mother's thrift store front window. The bear was brown, a chocolate...
The biggest mistake I've ever made is feeling contentment in my comfortable. That stagnicity and idleness is musty. It's a life colored with dull and boring, waiting for death. I can't handle that consequence. Life is far too vast, knowledge far too much, feelings far too deep, and experience far too liberating for a small box.
Oh well how should I start . The moment I've come across this prompt, I just couldn't help writing this letter thinking about you . I still vividly remember those days when I was just trying my hands with story writing when you commented on few of them, requesting me to participate in your skylark challenges. It was nice of you but I was so shy . I would just visit your fridge and read your posts . Four mere words and a picture intimidated me and I felt I couldn't do it . Like I wasn't such a good writer to begin with . But funny thing was , I was just "beginning" to write . So after a couple of weeks , I just thought
"Let's give it a try" and I did . And again and again an...
In a cube stayed her face
A hint of smile,
Laced with tinge of sadness.
Ugly from inside.
Her life an example,
Beauty from outside not a reflection of inside.
A glorious life ,
In a photo she lives on,
Setting a strong impression on the lives she touched.