" I'm standing in the ashes of who I used to be. God's refining fire came and rescued me. It encompassed all that burdened thy, Released me anew, and set me free! " ~ Nova
Prompt inspired by Promptuarium via WordPress
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...
Dear Drew, Lettrs staff & readers of my writing
Thank you for all your likes & feedback, they are greatly received.
I'm afraid I struggle to write thank you in the comments area after feedback, I don't know why, so I thought I'd write this Letter.
You all have my highest respect for your work.
It's nothing short of amazing how Lettrs has grown and I'm proud to be a part of this wonderful community.
Thank you all.
Much love & respect
Te llevaste las alas con las que yo te enseñé a volar y me clavaste clavos en el alma, tan profundo, que la cirujana puede fallar en el intento de querer repararla.
Yo no sé si todavía hay sangre, en el lugar donde existía aquel mar inmenso, pues me siento aturdido y moribundo, como un gorrión golpeado, acampando en el fango, mientras la naturaleza hace su trabajo.
I'm most thankful for the presence of Faith & Hope in every setback!
Every Passing Year
This year is like the last, and the one the year before.
Bittersweet acceptance that you're not coming through
Our hearts are so heavy, knowing you're not here,
It never gets easier, no matter which passing year.
We gather and we pray, giving thanks for those we love.
And request the faithful guidance from those up above.
Love brought you to us, and to love you have returned,
We're so blessed for the gift of which creates our yearn.
✨Dedicated to all of our angels this holiday season✨
Mírame a los ojos y dime con tu mirada lo que quiero escuchar y no puedo escuchar.
The forbidden path , that we began,
A tiny kiss, bursting passion,
Willing to stop, if we can.
Distant love, society norms.
Married yet alone,
In union we become one.
In dark we love,
In light we talk through eyes the untold.
Finally we meet,
There you stand like a visual treat.
Unbuttoning each other a visual treat,
On you jump on my hip.
Hands tracing your beautiful curves,
The dark valley, my fingers waiting to serve.
The love making as sweet as our first,
Even though it maybe the last,
Never will it die, that is our thirst.
The only sound that I could hear was that of my breath gushing in and out of me, like I was underwater.
Like when the water is flooding my ears, I couldn’t hear any sound, and he couldn’t hear me saying no.
I was torn, but the wall I built was still unscathed.
It kept me from screaming or crying.
The bricks were patient,
it was towering over me until he was gone.
It was over.
I would never be the same.
It told me that now there was a door that can open.
They said you let it happen once and it never stops.
I wish I’d known, but it was too late.
The foundation too strong by bricks and stones layered on top of each other building me up as I grew older.
It didn’t let me yell and fi...
Dear Stan Lee,
You inspired us to believe in the superpower that lie latent within all of us.
The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing. But nothing changed. She stared at the clock as it did what it was created to do. Showing her that time was passing. Valuable time, that she did not know what to do with. She looked around.
She could not waste another minute thinking about the past. There were many smiles to be enlightened, hearts to be valued, dreams that had to be fulfilled, goals to be achieved ...
Therefore, value the time and do not fall behind, or unexpected events may arise.
A train can have many stops but if you get out very late,
you will be lost.
When I was in my late teens, it dawned on me that I did not live in a safe household. It was not even close to nurturing me emotionally...and it still is to this day.
Distrust made the walls in my heart hardened. It made me underestimate the empathy and the sensitivity of the people around me. So, I turned to volumes of journals to let it all out.
Then I met a man who led me to believe I have finally found someone I can be myself with. But after almost 8years shared together, I was betrayed and bleeding with a broken heart. I understood why he did what he did, but it killed me. The pain never went away, and the raging distrust has even blown full-fledged than before.
I turned to mobile pl...
I am thankful for the miracles in my midst, even if the light is hard to see.
When gratitude comes into my heart, during my most difficult times, I take one step closer to knowing the real deal of the human experience. That which we cannot know is what gives the human mind it’s greatest puzzle, and pleasure.
Lectores del mundo,
Esta sería una nota reflexiva, pero al ver la estampa de San Lee, me pongo nostálgica...
Un legado que trasciende generaciones, tiempo y épocas, un hombre que con su sueño conquistó corazones de grandes y pequeños.
Historias que entretienen y divierten...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE #165
WORDS: Delicate, Muted, Flock, Openness
If we learn nothing from each other,
does that mean there's nothing left to learn?
Can I pick up a branch on fire
without receiving a nasty burn?
0 0 0
A bird upon my shoulder
doth not well in the flock blend.
If its wisdom that I seek
must I have an owl for a friend?
0 0 0
No matter the shape of the sun's arrival-
be it a ball or a delicate bomb,
this life was a real journey
not some muted suggestion...
A single bite of lust,
The sin trailing a path on the corner of my mouth.
Heavy breathing fills the air,
To stop the pleasure,
I do not dare.
One bite , never enough,
Lost in you , I found the treasure trove.
Rarely do I get to devour you,
But rest assured that I will always love you.
You all are awesome. You work as a team to keep this app up and running and I want you to know that I personally appreciate you. I missed this app so badly during the malfunction. I felt lost you know. I can't really say what I missed the most. I like tuning in and seeing what my penpals are up to or what creativity they put out. I also like to keep busy myself with the writing of my emotions. In all honesty I trust this app with my work. I don't know any other app or site I can trust like this. So thank you so much for your hard work. That's a thank you to each and everyone of you that make up the LettrsStaff. You bring me joy.
I personally want to thank you and your staff for working so hard to get this app back up and running. I'm going to be blatantly honest. I felt very lost. Your app became my hiding place from emotional wind and storms. People often refer to having a happy place. Well I must say this app is mine. Chirayu and I kept in touch and kept each other hopeful through our emptiness. What this situation taught me is that you never know how much you cherish something until it's taken away. I also hope the malfunction of the stamp purchasing is fixed as well because my plans are to contribute to this app as much as I can. If that causes me to purchase every stamp collection created, so be it. Peopl...