michelle-e-alba - Hello Poetry

The slow reward. The long wait. The precious moments of uncertainty in between all the events. The places we’re going but not quite there yet. The precarious balance between coming and going. The waiting place.

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Apr 7, 2025

Apr 7, 2025 at 3:30 AM UTC

Patience

The slow reward. The long wait. The precious moments of uncertainty in between all the events. The places we’re going but not quite there yet. The precarious balance between coming and going. The waiting place.

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As I watched the little girl dance, Oh how I wept. With poise, such grace. Her image I kept. You can see clear as day— just look for these things. Love connects us all. Like little illuminated Invisible Strings.

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Apr 2, 2025

Apr 2, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC

Invisible Strings

As I watched the little girl dance, Oh how I wept. With poise, such grace. Her image I kept. You can see clear as day— just look for these things. Love connects us all. Like little illuminated Invisible Strings.

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Feelings of great intensity Perpetuate propensity- To romanticize life In awe of its immensity, And to gather by the pond Filled with life’s true bond, To frolic through the field, Like two lovers who abscond. Oh— glory be to the highest, (Tho I might be biased) Opinions of such grace Through loss, held faith nighest. Lessons of great tragedy Hardheaded with audacity, Are reminders of the gift, To proliferate self mastery. An admonition for surrender To remember the soul is tender, Disseminate with love, For boundless is the ascender.

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Apr 2, 2025

Apr 2, 2025 at 4:12 AM UTC

Glory Be—

Feelings of great intensity Perpetuate propensity- To romanticize life In awe of its immensity, And to gather by the pond Filled with life’s true bond, To frolic through the field, Like two lovers who abscond. Oh— glory be to the highest, (Tho I might be biased) Opinions of such grace Through loss, held faith nighest. Lessons of great tragedy Hardheaded with audacity, Are reminders of the gift, To proliferate self mastery. An admonition for surrender To remember the soul is tender, Disseminate with love, For boundless is the ascender.

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Turning arrows into flowers Morphing heartbreaks into superpowers Changing losses into lessons And bending betrayals into blessings

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Jul 25, 2023

Jul 25, 2023 at 10:05 PM UTC

The Alchemist

Turning arrows into flowers Morphing heartbreaks into superpowers Changing losses into lessons And bending betrayals into blessings

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I love to see people LOVE one another. I miss those days of passing notes and meeting in person just to say hey. Or those long nights of chatting on the phone for hours. Listening to slow jams and telling each other your greatest desires. Full of Romance. Filled with Friendship. Loads of Laughter. Technology, both the curse and the blessing.

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Mar 25, 2019

Mar 25, 2019 at 2:37 AM UTC

The Cursed Blessing

I love to see people LOVE one another. I miss those days of passing notes and meeting in person just to say hey. Or those long nights of chatting on the phone for hours. Listening to slow jams and telling each other your greatest desires. Full of Romance. Filled with Friendship. Loads of Laughter. Technology, both the curse and the blessing.

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Lyrical— like poetry in motion. Rhythmic— like the motion of the ocean. Fluid like a breeze passin with great ease, Movin through the branches Dancin through the leaves. Flowin like my mind, Going over time, puffin on some trees, Like truth I’m bout to find. Stayin on my grind. Leavin fear behind. Blastin through the cosmos like my stars are all aligned. Quantum physics redefined, The beauty of being kind. Travel thru dimensions, A universal mastermind. This illusory time alluding to retain us- Yet the conscious mind refuses to contain us. Recondition of the masses, Before time comes to pass us. before it’s all too late Start movement to change Let’s wake each other up Let’s take control over our fate. Again and again, Love it till it’s over, live it till it’s fin. A reflection of your life spent, a vessel that you’ve been lent, so go forth with intent. Gratitude for all worth Know you are important Every breath, and all birth. Your light that resides true In the poetry inside you. The vibration stays fluid, Like the love that is intuit. You’re a medium— a conduit. Yeah, now you’re catchin onto it. High frequency—- Waves of love True vibrancy, Bonds—- you are free of. Faith in self, No need for vaunt, lovin what you have not havin what you want. Give it all you got till you got nothin left, Then take the deepest breath And give it once again.

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC

Poetry in Motion

Lyrical— like poetry in motion. Rhythmic— like the motion of the ocean. Fluid like a breeze passin with great ease, Movin through the branches Dancin through the leaves. Flowin like my mind, Going over time, puffin on some trees, Like truth I’m bout to find. Stayin on my grind. Leavin fear behind. Blastin through the cosmos like my stars are all aligned. Quantum physics redefined, The beauty of being kind. Travel thru dimensions, A universal mastermind. This illusory time alluding to retain us- Yet the conscious mind refuses to contain us. Recondition of the masses, Before time comes to pass us. before it’s all too late Start movement to change Let’s wake each other up Let’s take control over our fate. Again and again, Love it till it’s over, live it till it’s fin. A reflection of your life spent, a vessel that you’ve been lent, so go forth with intent. Gratitude for all worth Know you are important Every breath, and all birth. Your light that resides true In the poetry inside you. The vibration stays fluid, Like the love that is intuit. You’re a medium— a conduit. Yeah, now you’re catchin onto it. High frequency—- Waves of love True vibrancy, Bonds—- you are free of. Faith in self, No need for vaunt, lovin what you have not havin what you want. Give it all you got till you got nothin left, Then take the deepest breath And give it once again.

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Clinging to my artistic integrity, like its full of helium And about to float away from me. My poetic release in a world of uncertainty, Gives me control, no one to manipulate me. At a time of utter disregard for human decency, This artistic exclamation is my relief. From the chaos of personal grief And misunderstandings and unjust decrees. How is it that we can no longer SEE each other at all, for the light that we bring?

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 5:05 PM UTC

My Poetic Release

Clinging to my artistic integrity, like its full of helium And about to float away from me. My poetic release in a world of uncertainty, Gives me control, no one to manipulate me. At a time of utter disregard for human decency, This artistic exclamation is my relief. From the chaos of personal grief And misunderstandings and unjust decrees. How is it that we can no longer SEE each other at all, for the light that we bring?

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Reminiscent of the way your voice resonated in my ears as you sang to yourself softly. You caressed my neck with a gentle strength, and the compounds of time dissolved as the moment took control over us both. In that moment, I was yours. Not quite strangers, but not yet lovers, just two longing humans in each others embrace. Bound to you by the frequencies which emanated through each one of your fingertips, surging into my body, next into my psyche, and finally then— my soul.

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC

Momentarily Yours

Reminiscent of the way your voice resonated in my ears as you sang to yourself softly. You caressed my neck with a gentle strength, and the compounds of time dissolved as the moment took control over us both. In that moment, I was yours. Not quite strangers, but not yet lovers, just two longing humans in each others embrace. Bound to you by the frequencies which emanated through each one of your fingertips, surging into my body, next into my psyche, and finally then— my soul.

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True bliss comes in reinvention of the self, when zero expectations are held. Yet you still have full faith in the numerous possibilities that await.

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC

Reinvention of Self

True bliss comes in reinvention of the self, when zero expectations are held. Yet you still have full faith in the numerous possibilities that await.

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I’m so wrapped up in you, your voice is music to me. Synonymous to the scent of a salty ocean breeze. Like a whiff of the first bud on a wild rose blooming, or the violet sensations of magnolias in spring. It sings to my soul, like it’s all I’d ever need to be completely fulfilled and eternally pleased. A melodic symphony, of a thousand strings, so powerful it moves me to the core of my being. To get lost in you, comes with so much ease, encompassed in your presence, as if all time has ceased.

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC

Lost in you

I’m so wrapped up in you, your voice is music to me. Synonymous to the scent of a salty ocean breeze. Like a whiff of the first bud on a wild rose blooming, or the violet sensations of magnolias in spring. It sings to my soul, like it’s all I’d ever need to be completely fulfilled and eternally pleased. A melodic symphony, of a thousand strings, so powerful it moves me to the core of my being. To get lost in you, comes with so much ease, encompassed in your presence, as if all time has ceased.

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