esperanza-torres - Hello Poetry

Do you hear that sound? Thump thump thump... It’s put me to sleep on many nights Thump thump thump... So strong that it calms the wary mind Thump thump thump... Held in a special place made for me Thump thump thump... Made for me? Thump thump thump.... Yes, there can’t be another explanation Thump thump thump... It’s become my safe place Thump thump thump... It’s become my happy place Thump thump thump... It’s become my place Thump thump thump... Do you hear that? Thump thump thump... My very own lullaby Thump thump thump... My heart beating in his chest Thump thump thump...

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Oct 25, 2019

Oct 25, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC

Tell me I’m Damaged Tell me I’m ****** Up Tell me I have Baggage Tell me I have Trust Issues ...Baby tell me something I don’t know

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC

esperanza-torres

Tell me

Tell me I’m Damaged Tell me I’m ****** Up Tell me I have Baggage Tell me I have Trust Issues ...Baby tell me something I don’t know

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Someone asked me why was I so nice? Why did I greet people with a smile? Why didn't I reply to a nasty comment with an equally nasty comment? At first I was taken aback with the line of questions. I couldn't quite grasp the shock in their voice. Why was being nice such a novelty? And then it hit me! Niceness isn't expected anymore, Compliments are never given anymore without expecting something in return, Smiles are nonexistent, And kindness is a thing of the past. Why am I nice? In a world full of hate, Full of fear, Full of ugliness, Why am I nice? Why do I smile at strangers? In a world where the mean excel, Where the bullies rule, Where being bad is applauded, Why do I still smile at strangers? Why do I compliment my peers? In a place where putting people down is winning, Where we try to compete for beauty, Where calling someone beautiful or handsome is considered "flirting", Why do I compliment my peers everyday? Why don't I reply with hurtful replies when offended? In an environment where I'm supposed to curse at a peer for doing the same, Where I'm supposed to yell when being yelled at, Where I'm supposed to show how hard I am in a very hard world. Why don't I reply with hurtful words? It's very simple, I smile because you don't know who needs to see a smile, I compliment because i believe that everyone is beautiful, I'm not hurtful because I know how it feels to be injured with words, And most importantly, I'm nice because this world needs a light, It needs kind words and gestures. I don't want to feel hate, remorse, or coldness. I need to stay soft for those who need a soft place to land. This is why I'm "nice". -Espe T.

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Jul 11, 2016

Jul 11, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC

esperanza-torres

Why are you so nice?

Someone asked me why was I so nice? Why did I greet people with a smile? Why didn't I reply to a nasty comment with an equally nasty comment? At first I was taken aback with the line of questions. I couldn't quite grasp the shock in their voice. Why was being nice such a novelty? And then it hit me! Niceness isn't expected anymore, Compliments are never given anymore without expecting something in return, Smiles are nonexistent, And kindness is a thing of the past. Why am I nice? In a world full of hate, Full of fear, Full of ugliness, Why am I nice? Why do I smile at strangers? In a world where the mean excel, Where the bullies rule, Where being bad is applauded, Why do I still smile at strangers? Why do I compliment my peers? In a place where putting people down is winning, Where we try to compete for beauty, Where calling someone beautiful or handsome is considered "flirting", Why do I compliment my peers everyday? Why don't I reply with hurtful replies when offended? In an environment where I'm supposed to curse at a peer for doing the same, Where I'm supposed to yell when being yelled at, Where I'm supposed to show how hard I am in a very hard world. Why don't I reply with hurtful words? It's very simple, I smile because you don't know who needs to see a smile, I compliment because i believe that everyone is beautiful, I'm not hurtful because I know how it feels to be injured with words, And most importantly, I'm nice because this world needs a light, It needs kind words and gestures. I don't want to feel hate, remorse, or coldness. I need to stay soft for those who need a soft place to land. This is why I'm "nice". -Espe T.

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there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late.

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esperanza-torres

Jul 9, 2016

Jul 9, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC

Charles Bukowski

oh yes

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late.

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I have no say over you. What are we? Nothing. Always a could have, Always a should have, But never a would have. I can't call you mine, But I was always yours. I can't hide under you When you don't let me inside of you. What are we? What were we? What will we never be?

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Jun 30, 2016

Jun 30, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC

esperanza-torres

Nothing

I have no say over you. What are we? Nothing. Always a could have, Always a should have, But never a would have. I can't call you mine, But I was always yours. I can't hide under you When you don't let me inside of you. What are we? What were we? What will we never be?

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Someone once told me that intimacy Was more than two naked bodies. It’s two naked souls. Heart to heart, Brain to brain, Soul to soul. Words aren’t needed. It’s a connection so deep that it shakes you to your core. No, words aren’t needed. Two naked souls can find a deeper meaning than two naked bodies. No boundaries, No limits, No restrictions. Just two souls.

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Jun 30, 2016

Jun 30, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC

esperanza-torres

Soul

Someone once told me that intimacy Was more than two naked bodies. It’s two naked souls. Heart to heart, Brain to brain, Soul to soul. Words aren’t needed. It’s a connection so deep that it shakes you to your core. No, words aren’t needed. Two naked souls can find a deeper meaning than two naked bodies. No boundaries, No limits, No restrictions. Just two souls.

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The one that got away? The perfect one? The best thing that ever happened to me? No such thing! If they were the ONE.. They wouldn't have gotten away. The perfect one, Wouldn't have been replaced The best thing, Wouldn't have easily walked away. No such thing! The ONE, the best, the perfect girl Should have been fought for. Should have been priority. Should have been IT! Dont tell me they slipped through your fingers. Don't tell me they escaped your grasp. Don't tell me they failed you. I don't believe that, If she really was worth loosing then She wasn't meant for you. -Espe

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Jun 30, 2016

Jun 30, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC

esperanza-torres

Untitled

The one that got away? The perfect one? The best thing that ever happened to me? No such thing! If they were the ONE.. They wouldn't have gotten away. The perfect one, Wouldn't have been replaced The best thing, Wouldn't have easily walked away. No such thing! The ONE, the best, the perfect girl Should have been fought for. Should have been priority. Should have been IT! Dont tell me they slipped through your fingers. Don't tell me they escaped your grasp. Don't tell me they failed you. I don't believe that, If she really was worth loosing then She wasn't meant for you. -Espe

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Late nights, Long thoughts, Memories come to life. Heart racing, Mind wondering, Missed breaths . I think about us, What should have been us, What could have been us , But.... I don't miss you. I don't want you back. No regrets. You taught me to care, To find trust, To speak my mind. I don't miss you, I don't miss us, I don't want us back. I miss what you showed me. I miss what I was, when I was with you.

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Jun 30, 2016

Jun 30, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC

esperanza-torres

What now?

Late nights, Long thoughts, Memories come to life. Heart racing, Mind wondering, Missed breaths . I think about us, What should have been us, What could have been us , But.... I don't miss you. I don't want you back. No regrets. You taught me to care, To find trust, To speak my mind. I don't miss you, I don't miss us, I don't want us back. I miss what you showed me. I miss what I was, when I was with you.

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Let me break your heart. Rip your world into pieces And destroy who you thought you were Then I'll ask if we can be friends. Funny isnt it? That's your logic.

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esperanza-torres

Jun 3, 2016

Jun 3, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC

jeirakelly

#3

Let me break your heart. Rip your world into pieces And destroy who you thought you were Then I'll ask if we can be friends. Funny isnt it? That's your logic.

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Rip it off. Tear it if you must. One quick tug, One swift move. Don't think about it, No second thoughts, No questions asked. It's finally time... I don't need my bandaid anymore. The hurt is gone, Cuts have closed up. All that's left is a lovely scar, Neatly tucked under my sleeve. Time to show it off, Let it breath. Turn it into a story that will Never be forgotten. I don't need my bandaid anymore. Espe T.

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Jun 3, 2016

Jun 3, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC

esperanza-torres

Lovely Scar

Rip it off. Tear it if you must. One quick tug, One swift move. Don't think about it, No second thoughts, No questions asked. It's finally time... I don't need my bandaid anymore. The hurt is gone, Cuts have closed up. All that's left is a lovely scar, Neatly tucked under my sleeve. Time to show it off, Let it breath. Turn it into a story that will Never be forgotten. I don't need my bandaid anymore. Espe T.

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