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c Oct 2018
Lately
I’ve been thinking
About how people
Used to write
Letters.

They’d send them
Across the sea
And wait.

One month.
Three months.
Five?

But so much
Can happen in a week
Much less
A month.

We each have a clock
With an unknown.

Minutes that countdown,
minutes we’ve wasted.

An indefinite supply
Of a definite number.

Tell people
What you would write
If you knew
Something would happen
In the month you waited
For a reply.
We Aren’t Promised Tomorrow, But We Make Plans For It Anyway
Isaac Oct 2018
If letters on a keyboard are building blocks,
I want to build the most beautiful masterpiece.
Fitting different letters together into words,
And words into sentences.
I want these sentences to deliver thoughts that will make people's lives better.
Written 21 October 2018
nick armbrister Oct 2018
Letters in Wartime
Words on paper
Nothing more
Telling the story of a soldier
Or airman or sailor
Letters from the front
Sent home
To a sweetheart
Or family
First read by the censor
Telling of longing to see you
And hardship in battle
Seen thru with determination
And a love of country
Fighting for them
The loved ones
Far from where
He is stationed
Saying about his mates
Some who he misses
Killed in combat
Or worse still
Missing In Action
Maybe the Red Cross
Will locate them
All this told
By words on paper
Stay safe at home
I know the Blitz is hell
But we give it
Back to the ***
Avoid the talking
About sensitive things
For walls have ears
And aid the enemy
Follow the blackout
I send my love
And will write soon
Next time sending my photo
Till then my dear
Keep the fires burning
We protect our country
With untold valour
We will win
This awful war
Later my love
Denise Uy Oct 2018
Can you read what you read?
I'm sure you can and there's no need to ask.
But it's weird.
Feeling through symbols.
Understanding symbols.
Writing symbols.
Combining symbols to make sense.
But some combinations are wrong.
Making sounds for symbols.
Saying the symbols correctly.
Different accents for symbols.
Drawing symbols, making them look pretty.
Fonts for symbols.

Imagine. We are ruled by systems of symbols.
Language
nosipho khanyile Oct 2018
I met you today for the first time.

Again.

Noticed you when I locked eyes with a stranger.

I told myseld to refrain.

But if you promise not to hurt me this time,

I might give this one a try.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Kind regards

Nosipho
Just to remind myself that love is not so cruel after all.
Yrso Oct 2018
i. I LOVE YOU. you might feel i don't because you carry so much burden. but i do, my child. i love you so deep. my heart is yours to keep. i am wiping away your tears. give me your doubts, worries, and fears. cast them to me. i promise to turn them to victories and glee.

ii. I AM WITH YOU. i never left. you wonder where am i during the times you wept. but i was there through every season. i was listening as you grumble, as you asked for a reason. my beloved, please focus on me and my plans for you. trust me with everything you have, i'm bringing you to your breakthrough. this phase may hurt but i won't leave you here in the dirt. please hold on, through my Son's death the victory is already won.

iii. I AM ALWAYS WAITING FOR YOU. my child, you are my greatest treasure. my love for you, oh no one can measure. take the step to believe again in me. we'll walk together on water, i would never flee. no, you're wrong, i was never mad at you. all my life, i only looked out for you and see you through. i hurt when you sin but i see your heart my dear. i know you're broken, feeling hopeless, and wanting to disappear. please don't, i will never give up on you. a million times a day, i will only pursue you.
When you can't forgive yourself, when your world is falling apart, when you can't live anymore, when everything is going wrong, I still love you. You are not the failure you think you are. You are not the names they call you. You are not alone. You are my greatest love. My child, I long to be with you.
Rezium Oct 2018
Hug
Come to me
I’ll handle your problems
I’ll tell you how much you mean to me
I’ll show you and be with you

A corner of donations
A letter to say I care

One comes and says thank you
I’ll keep you in mind
Another passes but trashes the letter.

Eventually this pattern of take and receive continues
And still not a concern or thank you to him

Days go by which turn into months,
Then years
Until one day he’s not there.

The people question where he has went.
They go down an alley to see him drunk and high
In worry they go to mend to him

In an attempt to save him, they can’t.
He’s taking his last breath and asks for them to read the letter has for every single one of them

It says
“I wish you an amazing day, I hope to see you succeed in many ways.
I hope you make others proud as I have seen you. Smile and keep your head up. I love you and believe in you with everything you do. And we may not know each other well, I want you to know there’s someone who cares for you. No matter what.”

All of them in shock and disgust realizing they took him for granted
Watched him pass away
Never again to be standing.

Though his small letters made an impact that day
It was daily forgotten within a matter of days....

Why? You see, he didn’t matter to the world. He was simply another man to them
Unless he was cared for and seen, unless he made a big name or had a title, he didn’t matter. And neither do I...
Appreciate the little things you get. The presenters have a hard time believing their time was worth it half the time...
EP Robles Sep 2018
"i" is Atlas holding up the World.  

  A permission granted by the writer
of letters.  

And 'i' never shrugs as it does not
have the writer's license to do so.

For if it did the mnemonic rule of
'i before E, except after C' could
not exist.

Weird!  <--very weird!

:: 09-26-2018 ::
strangeness of the English language and it's silly old rules! :P
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