a letter
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Don't be naive bro
Peace only comes through salvation
Everything else is a delusion.
Your task masters have only one mission - to steal, kill and destroy.
Dear Lost Love,
I am starting with the fact I am sorry for my past behaviors.
For some time, I lost myself and god my savior.
I realize the way I acted was not right;
I lost all goals and insight.
To My Aries, Perhaps I have been experiencing a wavering faith. I want to blame someone for the mess I am in. God. The Devil. Someone. Anyone. I have come to the realization that I can only blame myself.
Dear Author,
Your book brings me joy
and this isn't just a ploy.
It is by far the best
and I am utterly impressed.
I would like to thank you
for making these characters.
When I was little I luxuriated in you
Let your legs carry me up trees and into castles
Past fire breathing dragons
And over sidewalk chalk
You danced me in ballet class
With my head held high
Dear Blackberry,
When I first met you,
You were bigger than me.
A father's first gift to his newborn child.
In my earliest memories, you're right there with me:
Playing with you,
Dear My Beloved Copy,
I cannot recall the day that you came into my life that well anymore
(I guess I am a bad mother)
But I can remember is the complete euphoria of cracking your spine for the first time
Dear Mr. Salvador Dalí,
You were onto something.
People think you were on something.
I think you get it better than any of us can.
Dear boy who left too soon,
I often ask myself why—
wondering if it was something I said or something I did
that made you feel as though you weren’t enough,
To the curious individuals like myself, yearning to discover something new each day:
Elongated lines stretching in the palms of my hand
augmenting like the roots leading to the stem of a plant
Dear past,
present,
and future
Self,
you are living
in a glass cylinder:
Society.
It warps your vision,
Dear Mommy,
I made new friends at lunch today. I shared all of my snacks with them.
Dear Mommy,
Another girl took my seat at lunch. My friends invited her.
Dear ED,
or should I call you by your real name?
Anorexia.
Oh, how far we go back.
I have written this letter in my head hundreds of times to you
but I've never had the guts...
(Ha! the irony)
hello.
let me say one more thing before i go.
i am a twin,
a friend,
a daughter,
a believer,
a writer
and an artist...
but you do not know me.
hello.
i wanted to buy you flowers today,
i was going to drive to an actual flower shop, not walmart,
i was going to pick either the prettiest flower or
tulips. red and yellow ones.
Dear silence,
You are a cocoon of safety
Back of the classroom buddy,
Providing a warm blanket of anonymity
For no one can remember your name,
Dear Childhood,
I had been
wrapped
In your warm, comforting arms
For seventeen years
But then, as the minutes ticked away to midnight
I felt your grip loosen
as you prepared
Dear Former Best Friend,
How are you?
I often wonder how you are doing,
But I never have to courage to ask
Our friends.
As you drive towards your next destination.
You leave me in your dust.
To rebuild. To recreate. To restart.
Dear Me,
I know it hurts right now,
The pain in your eyes grow as you look up at me and ask,"how?"
One more step I say,
You stand slowly and continue on towards nowhere,
Dear ALD,
Why do you decide to take lives?
Is it fun to tear apart families?
Is it fun for you to cause so much pain and suffering?
I never thought a little gene like you could change my whole life.
Dear Future Self,You already know how I’m feeling.
You already know what I’m thinking.
You already know what I’m doing.
You already know what I’m saying.
Dear mother, I know you don't wanna hear it
You've made it clear a thousand times but you know mom I fear it,
I fear the cycle, the turning wheel, the parallels I've drawn,
Dear Briana
Me and you, we haven’t spoken
Not in a long time
How are things?
Do you get along with your sister?
Are you still scared of the dark?
To: My Heartbreaker
I've had a lot on my mind, and if I hold it in any more,I think I'm going to burst.You don't know this but
Dear Rye,
There are a lot of things swirling inside you
Emotions and memories and darkness that
You don’t know quite how to process
My drunken lover,
You came to me so many years ago
With a suitcase and a smile
I felt your hands against my weathered towers
Every day as you ambled to the bus stop
I felt the fabric of your jeans
Dear Matthew, I often wondered about you. How you'd laughThe color of your hair, If you were strong, If you were scared. I often wondered about you. My sweet little boy,My playful kin, My eldest brother, My might have been. I often wondered abou
Dear one, In the hush of the morning light I write a letter to you withthe fragrance of violetsand hope sunk into white stainedpaper. I have a view of fledgling winter hanging off the pine
To the ones I no longer hold dear,
When your picture is pointed out on the tapestry
That's hung in the archives of my heart
By it's new inhabitants
Dear Mr. Marxley, it's so nice to write you again.
That said, I must question your recent choices
I can't believe you went a dancing in the rain
What made you listen to the syren voices?
Calming innocence,
brought by the tide,
born from the sea’s foam.
Breathing.
Wandering.
Befriending the rain.
Dear America
Do you hear your bombs blasting overhead?
Do you hear the little children crying,
Do you see them dead?
O America,
Open your eyes!
See the destruction you have created,
Dear Future Me,
Tell me-
How are you doing?
In that big, wide world
That seems so scary now
Tell me-
Have you finally conquered
Your fears
Your insecurities
Tell me-
As a child i knew your path
I knew how to get there, i wasnt sad
Adolescent came and took my way
I got lost in all the games.
Can you forgive my sin
for i have feared this day,
Dear Hands,I have never acknowledged you as I should
Sometimes I have even hurt you
You’ve been burned
Bruised
Sliced
And cut
driving in the same direction, but to different destinations/
going down the same bad path, but with different fixations/oblivion can be achieved in a number of ways/
driving in the same direction, but to different destinations/
going down the same bad path, but with different fixations/oblivion can be achieved in a number of ways/
Dear Mom,
Most the time dad was not home
So you were the one who raised me
I almost put you through so much pain
I could never tell you to your face
Dear Depression,
You pretended to be my friend.
Pretended that nobody else loved me except for you.
Don’t you know you suffocate me?
To the boy that haunts me,I apologize.And I know if youwere here,breathing and still intact,you’d say it’s not my fault.And I know you’re right,that you pulledyour own triggerand
Dear the person who took my heart,
Once upon a time, there was a girl and a guy who had very paranoid ideas about meeting people.
