How are you? I hope you are doing good,
It's been a long time since we had a talk,
You know I shifted to a new city and came to hostel, so i want to share these with you and ask you something,
You know now I have people they call me their 'friend', you know they also ask me for treat, you know they are so good they even ask me to do their work/chores,
They have their groups here, you know the group members are so called best friends, they travel to different spots, eat together and share their pain with each other, they had also decided a name for their group,
You know my friends also tells me about their groups and how they are enjoying,
But I am not in any of them, that doesn't mean I don't want to join, it's just I was never asked by anyone to come with them,
You know I do not feel good sitting in my room alone watching their snaps and pictures of travelling to places,
I do not feel good here, these guys never invited me to join their birthday party, even they call me their friend.
But I know you have good friends like me, but you have different story, you must be having some party plans on the day when you read this letter, you have always been like this.
Sitting alone in my room and writing this letter in this misery world has giving me reasons to commit suicide, what do you think I should die?
An Introvert friend
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i love and defiance,
and this marks the end of the first saga of #balladofaboyseries
since y'all asked, this series is based on a grain of truth. the rest is the kind of love story I'd want, except the names aren't real and genders are switched. for one thing, I'm a girl and noah is not
#MyWeekInAPoem Week 2.
This weeks hot topic: 'where should we live?!' Every time we come back to London after some time away, the guilt of not living somewhere wild and free where the boys can get outside and just go, hits me like a tonne of bricks. Any other city dwellers feel like this?!
Out There .
I want to see the backs of you
running from me at speed
towards the sea,
across a field
along a puddly, country path.
The what and the where don't matter that much
just so long as your wellies are covered in muck
and you get your climbing fix not far
from our front door.
Just so long as you come home
with ruddy cheeks,
and little childhood bruises on your legs
telling the stories of your day.
I want to hear your voices from afar,
clear and strong in the otherwise silence;
not drowning amongst the
cacophony of buses,
motorbikes and planes overhead.
I want to hear you shout "mummy, look!"
when you find something special and new
worthy of my running to catch up -
an insect or a colourful rock
or something else gorgeous nature
gifted to us.
I want to give you years of rain on your skin,
leaning into the wind,
the wild as far you can see,
of riding your bikes far from me,
of long, busy days that bring
nights of deep sleeps,
of being children for as long as you
deserve to be.
I want you to wake up, look outside
and see the earth before anything else.
Collect stones, shells and twigs to sit proud
on your bedroom shelves.
I want you to live amongst it,
not build your own world despite of it.
I want you to know how insignificant
and fortunate we are to be here in the
company of millennia old landscape
that will endure
long after we're gone.
I want you to be able to turn off the TV,
step away from distractions and know
that it may be wet and
and it may be cold
but there's an itch
that can't be scratched indoors.
I want you to know I've done the best
for you, that my choices will all
have been inspired by you,
that I'm following your lead,
picking up your cues and
bringing you to where you'll flourish the most.
Out There, surely,
Wildflower seeds scattered like sprinkles on earth
The little seedlings rise and bloom to kiss the sun
They dance and sway in the wind
As they are blessed by her presence
Happy just to be. -j.r.l.