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April 1, 2020
 

There was a time,
A time, so sublime,
When I could walk
The fine line,
That separates freedom
And the bounds of time.
When I could see,
The time I was within limits,
And when I
Strayed out of line.
When I could separate,
My arrogance from
My ability to
Shine.
When I could sift through
What was out of reach
And what was mine.
But that time,
A time, so sublime,
Has gone,
Leaving me indifferent,
Albeit a suffering
Mime.

INKTOBER: LADY SKYLARK
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March 31, 2020
 

I have devoured endless seas,
in search of you,
and fought persistent tides,
that refused to let go.
As I now stand,
abandoned,
at the water’s edge,
counting victories,
keeping score,
I do so,
unaware,
that the sea is you.


'Don’t fight love, embrace it.'

- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07

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JAMES MCINERNEY
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March 27, 2020
 

Hello Lettrs Family!!!

I have been unable to login for forever. I tried again this day, voilà!

I hope you all are staying safe at this difficult and scary time, but I know that we can do great things together, the whole world... despite some awful setbacks. I will be posting again it seems. Much love to Drew and the team!

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SIMPLICITY DAY
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March 25, 2020
 

The thing about nights,
When the lights,
Are out, and no one's about.
Is the lack,
Like they've been pushed back,
Of voices, those unrelenting noises.
Which interfere,
Cause you to wear
The mask of fakeness, of opaqueness.
When, deep down, you long,
To sing a song.
Of letting yourself be, of
Feeling free.

DARK NIGHT
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March 23, 2020
Canton, United States

I am not sure what the world needs more of, but what it needs at least a little of, is faith.

A little belief in the possible, of something you can’t see, but need more than ever.

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HERE I AM
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March 23, 2020
 

Let's say,
If you can imagine,
As you may,
On a given day,
There's a sea, and,
On the far end, a bay.
On the coast, children,
And their parents, play.
In the church, the needful and,
The heedful, pray.
In the skies above, birds twitter,
Joyful, happy and gay.
And the people, the capable
And the frayed.
Are all happy, singing
With the day.
And, among them
As I lay.
Seeing I've come
All the way.
That it's indeed a lovely,
A beautiful day.

INKTOBER: VIPASHA
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March 22, 2020
 

Being alone feels like,
A delicious, mouth watering
Slice of emancipated freedom,
Like the world's slipped
Into an inescapable,
Bleak, desolate glum.
And all that's left, all that remains
Is you, a happy, joyful chum.

KALEIDOSCOPE
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March 21, 2020
 

Sin buscar a nadie tu y yo, nos vimos en aquel lugar,
Aun recuerdo la sonrisa que me lanzaste, ese mirar
Y caminaba por esa puerta, tú decías quien es esa rareza?  
Yo me preguntaba si eras la niña que pensaba... y si.
Fluyó una conversación,
Tu me dijiste, oye, que te puedo ofrecer esta noche?
Yo le dije, no se, sorpréndeme
Que haces aquí todavía?
Yo estoy haciendo algo de letra y de poesía.

Quién iba a imaginar que ahora le iba a escribir,
A esa niña que un día conocí
Y ahora todas mis canciones son para ti.

Fue una rutina bien ajetreada,
Tú no sabías mucho lo que hacías,
Yo tampoco hacía lo que debía con mi vida.

Pero de los errores aprendemos mi amor,
Y el mejor error fue haberte ...

EL AMOR TODO LO PUEDE
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March 20, 2020
 

Rictus of agony.

If we cannot understand death as something normal, we are very screwed, people make me sick with their absurd thoughts, they think they know everything, they hint that they are perfect, they tend to be so unnecessary, they sell you ideas, they tell you what to wear, at birth  They impose on you a religion and its laws.  All of this as a cultural form of their lack of criteria, they offend me just by watching them breathe, they are pretentious to life, they are ahead of time, they assume that they will be immortal, while death laughs at them, because the only sure thing and that  have after birth is to die.  Rictus of agony ...

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WRITER
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March 19, 2020
 

The world needs more of,
Experiences, an adventure,
The mystique of the unknown,
The uncertainty of the future.

Than existential crises,
The threat to individualism,
Of the forces that limit us,
Force us into collectivism.

GABRIELLE
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March 18, 2020
 

Slowly, life has taught me,
That my ambitions,
My goals, my aspirations,
Are as concrete,
As definitive, as complete
As the cup of coffee on my table,
The book on my shelf,
The hero of my fantasy fable.

However, I've come to believe,
It's the abstract,
The what-ifs, not the facts,
Of life, that fascinate me,
That decontaminate me.
For I'd like a world of unknowns,
Where there is more hope,
More bright colours
And less dark undertones.

INKTOBER: MARUSHKA SCOTT
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March 17, 2020
 

Little did I know,
That the truth of life,
Is not in the riches or even the rags,
Not even in harmony or strife.

But the struggles we've endured,
Our endeavours, our tries
For they are the fabric of who we really are,
They are what separate the truth,
From the lies.

AAKASH PANDEY
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March 14, 2020
 

Coming together is where it all begin. The use of the i phone is a never end.

Family and friends are so very far away but honestly I miss them everyday.

Telling someone that you loved them very dearly means that world to you and me clearly.

I writing this letter because the words that are on my heart and I hope we will never part.

Rene'

JUST LOVE
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March 14, 2020
 

Light me up like
The first rays of the sun,
As that yellow disc climbs out the hill,
The brightness creeps in,
Leaving the darkness undone.

Like the flush of blue,
As it bleeds into the morning sky,
Turning the heavens above
Into a beautiful, majestic clue.

POOJA TYAGI
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March 13, 2020
 

Writing in the night is like,
Sneaking out as everyone else sleeps,
When no one can hear you,
And no one can take a peep.
It's like swimming by yourself in the open sea.
Amid the waves that glimmer in the moonlight,
A moment only you can cherish, only you can see.
It's like a bite of delicious freedom,
That lets you escape to a world of fantasies,
Where the world is completely mum.

AAKASH PANDEY
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March 11, 2020
 

Dear 100 year old me,
You've lived a long life,
Of pinks and blues,
Of your list of don'ts and dos.
It's been fulfilling and long.
Of less rights and more wrongs.

And now I stand
On the doors to the afterlife
Of joy and no sorrow,
Of today and no tomorrow
I look back and the years gone by,
But I can't say goodbye.

SIMPLICITY DAY
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March 10, 2020
 

You don't listen.. Do you??

You just ask the same questions every week..
How is your job??
Are you having any negative thoughts???
........

All I have are negative thoughts!!!!

Hahahahahahaha

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BE YOURSELF
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March 9, 2020
 

If the world were a book,
I'd never run out of stories,
The fantasies,
The imagination,
And a world where
There are a lot less worries.

If the world were a book
I'd flip through page after page,
Live them,
Feel them,
Like the perfect ensemble
On the stage.

IQRA
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March 9, 2020
 

The sounds of day
were out
the concrete jungle
come to silent.
The only noise of night
was the echoing
of the stars.
What a beautiful music.
In the ways of out time;
It doesn't exist anyway.
But in our imtimacy
it is very real,
and vividly playing
in my mind.

iam_ibXXI

SIMPLICITY DAY
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March 9, 2020
 

Some beginnings are,
Like a drop in the sea,
They plunge in with power,
Accelerating with gravity.

Nonetheless, they do surface,
All wet, washed and slick.
And how lovingly they embrace,
At the things they pick.

VISIONS
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