hellohappytori13 - Hello Poetry

Some days, love is my friend Easy to slip away and into the Universe’s embrace. “Teach me about myself” I’ll say Cause even though I feel like I understand, It's hard to tap into that natural intelligence, hard to listen to my soul, be still. Got a devil in my ego, Telling me I'm content with submission and stagnation, Whispering louder than my screaming heart, My poor heart, pleading for internal peace, But my ego says, "That’s no good, you're not there yet, you might never be. So, **** it, here's a drink." Forget everything I know about loving myself or giving a **** about anything, Focus on nothing. Fidget, uncomfortable in my skin Shutter out of the Universe's embrace and into scrambled thoughts. I come to, “but I'm awake!" I’ll say, "I know you're there and I won't listen to you, Ego!" Unsteady, don’t know what’s true so I can't listen to anything. My natural intelligence numbed, so what powers my heart is yelling to me, "Listen, listen! Love is your friend Stay still so I can come to you my love, my sweet!" If only I could, Some days I just can’t be still.

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Jul 18, 2014

Jul 18, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC

hellohappytori13

Be still

Some days, love is my friend Easy to slip away and into the Universe’s embrace. “Teach me about myself” I’ll say Cause even though I feel like I understand, It's hard to tap into that natural intelligence, hard to listen to my soul, be still. Got a devil in my ego, Telling me I'm content with submission and stagnation, Whispering louder than my screaming heart, My poor heart, pleading for internal peace, But my ego says, "That’s no good, you're not there yet, you might never be. So, **** it, here's a drink." Forget everything I know about loving myself or giving a **** about anything, Focus on nothing. Fidget, uncomfortable in my skin Shutter out of the Universe's embrace and into scrambled thoughts. I come to, “but I'm awake!" I’ll say, "I know you're there and I won't listen to you, Ego!" Unsteady, don’t know what’s true so I can't listen to anything. My natural intelligence numbed, so what powers my heart is yelling to me, "Listen, listen! Love is your friend Stay still so I can come to you my love, my sweet!" If only I could, Some days I just can’t be still.

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At last I’ll unleash this fervent impulse to grab you, fused, no slit for air to breach Bodies become one, lingering there to escape time If only I were a ribbon, I’d glide around your skin in one long sensational movement Set your pulse to mine, a faster, breathless beat The reality that I’m yours more apparent with every silk touch Take it, my body is yours to chart, it begs for you, your words, your lips, your being Transformed by truth, my reality expands to the universe Everything I am, sent to the stars and back by the sound of your voice To you I am forever true, for these eyes that inspire your fire only seek you

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC

hellohappytori13

What I Want

At last I’ll unleash this fervent impulse to grab you, fused, no slit for air to breach Bodies become one, lingering there to escape time If only I were a ribbon, I’d glide around your skin in one long sensational movement Set your pulse to mine, a faster, breathless beat The reality that I’m yours more apparent with every silk touch Take it, my body is yours to chart, it begs for you, your words, your lips, your being Transformed by truth, my reality expands to the universe Everything I am, sent to the stars and back by the sound of your voice To you I am forever true, for these eyes that inspire your fire only seek you

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Spending intangible dollars at the mercy of my ever growing appetite, Instead of buying my ticket out of this perfectly advantageous country, Which focuses solely on my beauty and money. I neglect my inner advice telling me to drop it all and run, To where I can breathe and focus on God, Promoting a healthier way of living and improving humanity. Momentary hope that unrealistically characterizes perfection As a quality that I can mentally download and miraculously make the above, true, Never seems to linger long enough to actually induce action, Which leads to disappointment draining the motivation essential to recover my missing pieces, Which pushes me to crave cash I don’t have, to pick up that dose, That hushes the unwarranted guilt that seduces me into thinking that I’m not incredibly blessed, And that I can’t handle what I’ve been dealt, Blurs the doubts I have about my abilities, my self- worth, Forcing me into a state of content that awakens my creativity, While vaguely being able to make out memories of let down led by myself and my mother, Who was a part of what was never good enough for my idea of a perfect family. I’ve wrongly accepted that a mediocre life-performance is to be had while following the crowd, While obsessing over flaws that are negligible to my true purpose in life, And with that I’ve become stifled by the decision to remain effortlessly stuck.

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC

hellohappytori13

Writing a Complicated Poem About What ****** Me Off

Spending intangible dollars at the mercy of my ever growing appetite, Instead of buying my ticket out of this perfectly advantageous country, Which focuses solely on my beauty and money. I neglect my inner advice telling me to drop it all and run, To where I can breathe and focus on God, Promoting a healthier way of living and improving humanity. Momentary hope that unrealistically characterizes perfection As a quality that I can mentally download and miraculously make the above, true, Never seems to linger long enough to actually induce action, Which leads to disappointment draining the motivation essential to recover my missing pieces, Which pushes me to crave cash I don’t have, to pick up that dose, That hushes the unwarranted guilt that seduces me into thinking that I’m not incredibly blessed, And that I can’t handle what I’ve been dealt, Blurs the doubts I have about my abilities, my self- worth, Forcing me into a state of content that awakens my creativity, While vaguely being able to make out memories of let down led by myself and my mother, Who was a part of what was never good enough for my idea of a perfect family. I’ve wrongly accepted that a mediocre life-performance is to be had while following the crowd, While obsessing over flaws that are negligible to my true purpose in life, And with that I’ve become stifled by the decision to remain effortlessly stuck.

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Ones quality of life is not determined by a tangible, measurable, comparable, product of worth But what we are can be determined by what we accomplish Not by a certificate, title or position, but by the triumph over reservation and mastery of ourselves Our minds naturally welcome doubt, embrace it like an old friend Lingering on what we want but can’t have, while the disbelief in ourselves further saturates our core Staying here, comfortably covered by a blanket of indifference, we wither into only the shell of something real Our worth defined by a certificate, title and position, averaged out because of our passive influence on this perpetual world We must petrify the thoughts, take away their voice, keep them still For each moment of disbelief is a stolen moment of action All we need is a miracle, some inspirational idea, word, event, to spark, shock and jumble our thoughts to recover that passion within us and activate our true strength We can fight, you and I, send that permeating doubt into a fleeting panic back into the dark site it bread from As we triumph over our own reservations and master each intricate part of ourselves.

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Feb 26, 2013

Feb 26, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC

hellohappytori13

Mastering Ourselves

Ones quality of life is not determined by a tangible, measurable, comparable, product of worth But what we are can be determined by what we accomplish Not by a certificate, title or position, but by the triumph over reservation and mastery of ourselves Our minds naturally welcome doubt, embrace it like an old friend Lingering on what we want but can’t have, while the disbelief in ourselves further saturates our core Staying here, comfortably covered by a blanket of indifference, we wither into only the shell of something real Our worth defined by a certificate, title and position, averaged out because of our passive influence on this perpetual world We must petrify the thoughts, take away their voice, keep them still For each moment of disbelief is a stolen moment of action All we need is a miracle, some inspirational idea, word, event, to spark, shock and jumble our thoughts to recover that passion within us and activate our true strength We can fight, you and I, send that permeating doubt into a fleeting panic back into the dark site it bread from As we triumph over our own reservations and master each intricate part of ourselves.

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