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7 Letters: Letter 4
To The Man I Hope You Turned Out To Be, I bought a special dress to wear for you tonight. It’s red. Your favorite color. I laugh as I write this because I remember why it’s your favorite. It was the night of my senior prom and I was frantically pacing back and forth, rambling on about how I couldn’t find my brand new bracelet that I had bought to match my gown. The silky fabric wrapped around me was long, a rich crimson color, with a plunging neckline that almost reached my navel. I knew it was certainly risky to show up to a high school dance in this type of dress, knowing there’d be a gym full of boys who’d be completely wasted and more than willing to take advantage of such a naive seventeen year old girl. Once I had found the bracelet, I placed it on my slender wrist and took one last look in the mirror. I remember frowning because I felt dirty. I felt sick. Unhappy only because I didn’t think I was pretty enough to be seen in such a stunning dress, the result of opinions coming from ignorant lips. But then you appeared. You stood behind me, just a breath away. Your eyes, they looked like something I’d never seen before. They looked like they’d found something they’d been looking for. The chocolate pools had been wide with astonishment and wandering with curiosity and appreciation. You looked like you had found something that had always belonged to you.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Am Also a We
Have you ever met someone and right off the bat felt such an immediate and deep connection to them as if you'd known them your entire life, as if you were sharing the same thoughts, the same feelings? Could it be that you knew the person in a past life or could it be that you're both tapping into the collective unconscious, famed Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung's concept of a universal unconsciousness shared by all humans? He posited that beneath our individualistic unconscious, there exists a universal unconsciousness based on shared human concepts. Might this explain how people from different corners of the world and walks of life can experience a collective longing for the same things at the same time?
Matthew FratiPublished 7 years ago in GeeksSoliloquy from a Broken Heart
Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it. I can’t believe that we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us
Liz ShannonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsApplauded Weakness
What if you applauded weakness Praise those who can be strong enough to know their fears amaze me with your woes and feed my ears with the darkness you repress
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Pirate's Last Wish
Emotions toil and rumble, like the unpredictable sea. Crashing and crashing, they collide. Clouds roll in, thunder claps.
Brandi EspyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime
Time. Time is constant. Time is merciless. Time will not negotiate. Time is stubborn. Time is this race you can’t stop running in. If every star in the universe blinked out of existence, time would be unphased, time would march forward. Before, during, and after life, time continues to move. Time doesn’t stop for anything. But time can feel. Time can see, see more than anything else. It sees life and death, it sees hope and fear, it sees everything. Time is not a lonely observer, It is the lonely observer. Time watches over, sworn never to interfere or change, only to remain constant and singular. Time knows everything there is to know. Time is god without hands. Time is heaven without hell. Time is love without loss.
Aaron WalePublished 7 years ago in PoetsDear Hate Groups
Dear Hate Groups Why do you hate us? What have we done to you? Are we your targets to get rid of or grow attention from the media
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGlaze
Never glaze over sadness Don't cover up the hurt with happiness because you wish it to be over drugs and pills, food and thrills that push the symptom away from your attention
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in Poets