letterthief

letterthief

Shit is my chosen profanity.
  • Joined: March 10, 2017
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Copenhagen: Just a little something down the streets of an unfamiliar place

the ugly writers
There are 7 continents across the globe with 7.8 billion other people in it, 747.6 million in Europe, 5.7 million in Denmark and then there's us. There’s you and me. No matter how much I decrease the size of the area where I could meet you, what are the chances that I would find you? Is there even a chance at all?

Album

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I'll choose only those spontaneous moments Where our hearts fluttered And hurl those scarring events Where our hearts suffered

Station

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But maybe it’s better to not know what the real reason is than to know that there’s nothing at all. And so, as I rode this train which reminded me of that day, I’m letting go of my what-ifs and giving up on trying to find the reasons in our break up that has now just become a memory I’d never want to remember again.

Love Struck

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I will love you behind the cameras When nobody's looking and it's just us I will love you And only you With not much that I have But with this much that I can

Lull

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But wouldn't it be great? That the world I grew up with Will it be different from the one I will leave?

Episode 1115

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I can’t stay still My mind’s running back and forth I’m tossing and turning How long has it been? 5 minutes? 10? An hour?

Miles

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So love listen, fuck long distance My words will reach you My love will stay true Always love, as long as I can

Love’s Tide

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The ocean may seem scary with all the unpredictability But with you baby I'm sure the ocean will be nothing but lovely

Witching Hour

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It's maddening to be on my mind Silence and noise, never just one Realization and frustration dancing back and forth each time As dreams and hope are crushed on the ground

Unblocking Myself

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It has been a year. A year without holding a pen guilty purely for one reason; writing. And so, as this dreadful year ends, here's to the invisible barrier surrounding my mind ending as well.

Siyam na pamagat. Nine Poems.

siyam na pamagat
By comparison, you're a dark chocolate, Bitter yet sweet, you're definitely perfect, Neither good nor bad, Just enough to remember why I want you so bad.

Once a Family

Boys and girls may break your heart, nothing that can’t be healed by a few bottle of beers and litter of tears. But trust me when I say, once a family member breaks your heart, regardless a number of tears…

My brave love

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To the girl I know who can get through anything. Dysfunctional family fights. Messed up school system. Sibling fights. Heartbreaks. Ended friendships. The worst of the worst. Whenever the world hurts you, I know you fake a smile and keep…

So please, be patient with me.

Let me begin this letter by being honest; I am a writer. I’m a writer and being a writer means laying inordinate deal of thought into the words we use in almost every situation we are in. Though letters and…