oohhjess - Hello Poetry

You are wealthy. Who taught us that wealth is only measured through currency? Wealth is not a large number in a bank account. The second you were you born into this world you were already born as the wealthiest person. You were given the wealth of life. You were given a heart to love a brain to think eyes to see hands to hold arms to hug feet to run lips to kiss You were given a chance to breath when others could not even get the chance at life. & yes of course, not everyone was blessed to be born with everything.. There will always be defects & imperfections but they should not be seen as a negative. Everyone who is/was alive was given to opportunity to live. We are alive. We are living. We are breathing. You are reading this & for that I thank you. But you should thank life for choosing you. Every second that passes by cannot be taken back. Every second is not promised & too often we take that for granted. Look around. Think of your family. Think of your friends. Think of you & how your heart is beating. How your body is breathing. How your brain is processing these words that are only a combination of letters but yet somehow our beautiful minds can comprehend. Think of every happy moment. Think of every sad moment & acknowledge it but let it go because that is in the past. Think about the roof over your head. Think about the food you eat. Think about the places your feet have taken you. Think about the pillow your head lies on every night where your mind can dream. Think about the clothes you wear. The soft blankets that keep you warm. Think about your favorite song. Think about your favorite drink. Your favorite person. Your favorite place. Now think about you. Think about how incredible you are. Think about the fact that there is no one else like you. Think about love & how you can spread that more each day. Or how you are capable of doing anything. You see, wealth is not an object. Wealth is not a number. Wealth is not an accessory. So then what is wealth? The opportunity to live & love life.

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Dec 11, 2016

Dec 11, 2016 at 4:50 AM UTC

Wealth is in the mind

You are wealthy. Who taught us that wealth is only measured through currency? Wealth is not a large number in a bank account. The second you were you born into this world you were already born as the wealthiest person. You were given the wealth of life. You were given a heart to love a brain to think eyes to see hands to hold arms to hug feet to run lips to kiss You were given a chance to breath when others could not even get the chance at life. & yes of course, not everyone was blessed to be born with everything.. There will always be defects & imperfections but they should not be seen as a negative. Everyone who is/was alive was given to opportunity to live. We are alive. We are living. We are breathing. You are reading this & for that I thank you. But you should thank life for choosing you. Every second that passes by cannot be taken back. Every second is not promised & too often we take that for granted. Look around. Think of your family. Think of your friends. Think of you & how your heart is beating. How your body is breathing. How your brain is processing these words that are only a combination of letters but yet somehow our beautiful minds can comprehend. Think of every happy moment. Think of every sad moment & acknowledge it but let it go because that is in the past. Think about the roof over your head. Think about the food you eat. Think about the places your feet have taken you. Think about the pillow your head lies on every night where your mind can dream. Think about the clothes you wear. The soft blankets that keep you warm. Think about your favorite song. Think about your favorite drink. Your favorite person. Your favorite place. Now think about you. Think about how incredible you are. Think about the fact that there is no one else like you. Think about love & how you can spread that more each day. Or how you are capable of doing anything. You see, wealth is not an object. Wealth is not a number. Wealth is not an accessory. So then what is wealth? The opportunity to live & love life.

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I'm not the type to open up but I let him Let him in my soul and underneath my skin Thought I needed him Like my personal prescription of vicodin Holding me down with a pin We both gave a whole new meaning to sin You were a mistake But I took it as a lesson learned You ain't **** And that I can confirm I swear I always fall for your type I need to learn how to learn As I proceed to old habits & let these green trees burn But tell me does it feel good? To not give a **** about anyone Or when I was spelling out scrects on your skin with my tounge Or when our imperfect bodies laced together to become one But now secrets I have none I guess it's the same **** with my heart Because you showed me how to tear a heart apart Like you were a part of my life but now I'm back to the start Expect this time I'm not the one who will be falling apart There's a mess in my head Too hard to comprehend I let the liquor do the talking instead Because all of my feelings are dead I depend on these meds I'm friends with the monsters under my bed And they told me they're upset They told me I'm depressed But I shrug that **** off & I look ahead What's the meaning of love? I don't know What's the meaning of lust? Let your mind go And go with flow I promise to do it slow And touch you in places you wish you didn't know But your soul was colder than a Minnesota snow But in your eyes I swear I could see something glow Maybe it was the way I didn't feel alone Now I'm left with emptiness & I can feel it in my bones In my mind endless repeating of the words I should've known Or should I talk about the lies? Or how at first I was shy? You were the demand & I was your supply But **** all that now I see the truth thru my third eye I guess it was good but this is a good bye

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May 2, 2016

May 2, 2016 at 4:52 AM UTC

i let him in.

I'm not the type to open up but I let him Let him in my soul and underneath my skin Thought I needed him Like my personal prescription of vicodin Holding me down with a pin We both gave a whole new meaning to sin You were a mistake But I took it as a lesson learned You ain't **** And that I can confirm I swear I always fall for your type I need to learn how to learn As I proceed to old habits & let these green trees burn But tell me does it feel good? To not give a **** about anyone Or when I was spelling out scrects on your skin with my tounge Or when our imperfect bodies laced together to become one But now secrets I have none I guess it's the same **** with my heart Because you showed me how to tear a heart apart Like you were a part of my life but now I'm back to the start Expect this time I'm not the one who will be falling apart There's a mess in my head Too hard to comprehend I let the liquor do the talking instead Because all of my feelings are dead I depend on these meds I'm friends with the monsters under my bed And they told me they're upset They told me I'm depressed But I shrug that **** off & I look ahead What's the meaning of love? I don't know What's the meaning of lust? Let your mind go And go with flow I promise to do it slow And touch you in places you wish you didn't know But your soul was colder than a Minnesota snow But in your eyes I swear I could see something glow Maybe it was the way I didn't feel alone Now I'm left with emptiness & I can feel it in my bones In my mind endless repeating of the words I should've known Or should I talk about the lies? Or how at first I was shy? You were the demand & I was your supply But **** all that now I see the truth thru my third eye I guess it was good but this is a good bye

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I'm still recovering from the impact I hit between reality and falsehood. Lies are always prettier than what's real. Lies can paint the pretty picture and my god were you an artist. My lips; your canvas My hands; your paintbrush My heart; your paint My body; your inspiration to paint a pretty picture. You created something so beautiful that I was blinded to see what was really beneath. I saw no flaws. Only perfection. But perfection doesn't exist. Neither does time. Nor does your love. And that's what ****** me up the most..

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Dec 23, 2015

Dec 23, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC

Pretty Picture

I'm still recovering from the impact I hit between reality and falsehood. Lies are always prettier than what's real. Lies can paint the pretty picture and my god were you an artist. My lips; your canvas My hands; your paintbrush My heart; your paint My body; your inspiration to paint a pretty picture. You created something so beautiful that I was blinded to see what was really beneath. I saw no flaws. Only perfection. But perfection doesn't exist. Neither does time. Nor does your love. And that's what ****** me up the most..

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Take a stroll inside my thoughts and you will find a battlefield against self-love and self-hate. Take a swim inside the trails of teardrops that my eyes have left behind due to the saddness inside my heart. Take a run through every violet hair strand on my head, the same ones that he ran his fingers through. Take a look inside my chest that was once in flames due to the voice inside my head constantly reminding me that he never once loved me. Take a walk across my lips, forehead, nose, and cheekbones; the same ones he used to kiss along with the smell of intoxication . And most importantly, take a glance inside my soul and recognize that I am hard to love. But I will love with everything I am capable of. I am a tiny universe along with different emotions but I will always choose happiness, but most of all I will always choose you.

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Sep 8, 2015

Sep 8, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC

take.

Take a stroll inside my thoughts and you will find a battlefield against self-love and self-hate. Take a swim inside the trails of teardrops that my eyes have left behind due to the saddness inside my heart. Take a run through every violet hair strand on my head, the same ones that he ran his fingers through. Take a look inside my chest that was once in flames due to the voice inside my head constantly reminding me that he never once loved me. Take a walk across my lips, forehead, nose, and cheekbones; the same ones he used to kiss along with the smell of intoxication . And most importantly, take a glance inside my soul and recognize that I am hard to love. But I will love with everything I am capable of. I am a tiny universe along with different emotions but I will always choose happiness, but most of all I will always choose you.

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I have so much love inside of me that I often tried to find someone to give it to. Yet it never crossed my mind that the person who needed my own love was myself. I always wished that someone would love me the way I loved them. But who knew that all the love I had inside of me could be given to the person looking back at me in the mirror? I am a universe of its own. I am a beautiful soul with energy emitting from my fingertips. I have an aura that's as beautiful as stargazing in Alaska. I have soft loveable thighs who rub against each other when I walk because they cannot live without touching each other. I have a contagious laugh and whenever I whisper "I love you" it sounds like the gods put it together to make the perfect melody. I have difficult thoughts, often, but I am perfectly imperfect. My hands have a delicate touch that could make you soul travel through the quantum of space and time. My energy vibrates through the universe with love and compassion. I am beautiful in my own ways. I believe every single person deserves their own love. Who taught you to hate yourself? Who said you weren't enough? Who taught you to talk to yourself in such negative ways? You are you. You are beautiful. You are an endless bundle of energy. Don't talk negatively to yourself because your soul feels it. Give yourself some love. Remind yourself daily that you can do anything that your beautiful heart desires. Accept your flaws and accept what has happened in the past. Forgive yourself and forgive those who have hurt you. I know it hurts and I know it is hard. But giving yourself some of your own love will be the best thing you could ever do for yourself. Love every inch of your body from head to toe. You are enough! Be happy, love life and most importantly love yourself because there is only one of you in this whole entire world and out of everyone you deserve your own love.

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May 18, 2015

May 18, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC

Who taught you to hate yourself?

I have so much love inside of me that I often tried to find someone to give it to. Yet it never crossed my mind that the person who needed my own love was myself. I always wished that someone would love me the way I loved them. But who knew that all the love I had inside of me could be given to the person looking back at me in the mirror? I am a universe of its own. I am a beautiful soul with energy emitting from my fingertips. I have an aura that's as beautiful as stargazing in Alaska. I have soft loveable thighs who rub against each other when I walk because they cannot live without touching each other. I have a contagious laugh and whenever I whisper "I love you" it sounds like the gods put it together to make the perfect melody. I have difficult thoughts, often, but I am perfectly imperfect. My hands have a delicate touch that could make you soul travel through the quantum of space and time. My energy vibrates through the universe with love and compassion. I am beautiful in my own ways. I believe every single person deserves their own love. Who taught you to hate yourself? Who said you weren't enough? Who taught you to talk to yourself in such negative ways? You are you. You are beautiful. You are an endless bundle of energy. Don't talk negatively to yourself because your soul feels it. Give yourself some love. Remind yourself daily that you can do anything that your beautiful heart desires. Accept your flaws and accept what has happened in the past. Forgive yourself and forgive those who have hurt you. I know it hurts and I know it is hard. But giving yourself some of your own love will be the best thing you could ever do for yourself. Love every inch of your body from head to toe. You are enough! Be happy, love life and most importantly love yourself because there is only one of you in this whole entire world and out of everyone you deserve your own love.

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I don't want to fall in love if it always ends the same. Emotions will build up and walls will be broken down. Hands will be held and inner thighs will be kissed. Secrets will be whispered and demons will play together. But then sooner or later I'll fall in too deep. Like floating into an ocean of despair & wanting to touch the bottom of the floor with your feet but you realize it's much deeper than that. Then I find myself lost & confused. Wondering what I did wrong, wondering what I could have done better. & when I want to say "I miss you" it hurts like hell because I can feel the sting in my throat from the edges of the words that have cut so deep. And then I lose my mind. Something isn't right anymore & I can feel the cold projecting from the distance that it has created. Then at 4 in the morning I feel it in my chest & waves of memories gush out of my eyes. Drinking poison because it reminds me of the way your lips tasted, similar to the feeling you gave me when you looked into my eyes and I could feel our vibrations connect. I thought a forever meant forever but it was temporary. So if it ends this way again then I don't want it anymore because next time it might just **** my soul.

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Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC

i dont want to fall in love.

I don't want to fall in love if it always ends the same. Emotions will build up and walls will be broken down. Hands will be held and inner thighs will be kissed. Secrets will be whispered and demons will play together. But then sooner or later I'll fall in too deep. Like floating into an ocean of despair & wanting to touch the bottom of the floor with your feet but you realize it's much deeper than that. Then I find myself lost & confused. Wondering what I did wrong, wondering what I could have done better. & when I want to say "I miss you" it hurts like hell because I can feel the sting in my throat from the edges of the words that have cut so deep. And then I lose my mind. Something isn't right anymore & I can feel the cold projecting from the distance that it has created. Then at 4 in the morning I feel it in my chest & waves of memories gush out of my eyes. Drinking poison because it reminds me of the way your lips tasted, similar to the feeling you gave me when you looked into my eyes and I could feel our vibrations connect. I thought a forever meant forever but it was temporary. So if it ends this way again then I don't want it anymore because next time it might just **** my soul.

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She loves to curl up behind at 3:48 a.m. She keeps me company everywhere I go. Some days I feel her presence strongly, other days I feel like she might evanesce behind me. Ever since I found her she has been with me, although her finding was a mistake. & even though she loves me I wish I never met her. There are days where she grabs me by the waist & pulls me in. There are days she has her hands around my neck & her grip only gets tighter & tighter. She takes over my body & hovers over me even on the days I try to ignore her. She likes to whisper into my soul. Whisper things like "You're no good. Why are you alive?" & I swear there are days I can feel her venom running through my veins as she tries to poison my body, mind & thoughts. She's depression & I know her very well.

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Dec 30, 2014

Dec 30, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC

She.

She loves to curl up behind at 3:48 a.m. She keeps me company everywhere I go. Some days I feel her presence strongly, other days I feel like she might evanesce behind me. Ever since I found her she has been with me, although her finding was a mistake. & even though she loves me I wish I never met her. There are days where she grabs me by the waist & pulls me in. There are days she has her hands around my neck & her grip only gets tighter & tighter. She takes over my body & hovers over me even on the days I try to ignore her. She likes to whisper into my soul. Whisper things like "You're no good. Why are you alive?" & I swear there are days I can feel her venom running through my veins as she tries to poison my body, mind & thoughts. She's depression & I know her very well.

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I realized he wasn't looking for my heartbeat when he had his hand underneath my shirt. I realized he wasn't trying to explore my soul when his lips were against my collarbone. I realized he wasn't looking for love when he was looking into the void of my eyes. I realized he wasn't going to stay when I woke up & there was no one beside me but my unbuttoned shirt. I realized that you cannot find love in people who only make you feel loved temporarily. I realized that sleep isn't going to fix all of my problems & alcohol won't mend my heart. I realized that drinking coffee doesn't make me feel better. I realized that **** happens & I have to move on because the world doesn't stop for anyone. I realized that you don't deserve my love in any type of way. I realized that maybe you never loved me.. & that's okay, because now I realized what I am worth & you deserve none of it.

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC

Realized.

I realized he wasn't looking for my heartbeat when he had his hand underneath my shirt. I realized he wasn't trying to explore my soul when his lips were against my collarbone. I realized he wasn't looking for love when he was looking into the void of my eyes. I realized he wasn't going to stay when I woke up & there was no one beside me but my unbuttoned shirt. I realized that you cannot find love in people who only make you feel loved temporarily. I realized that sleep isn't going to fix all of my problems & alcohol won't mend my heart. I realized that drinking coffee doesn't make me feel better. I realized that **** happens & I have to move on because the world doesn't stop for anyone. I realized that you don't deserve my love in any type of way. I realized that maybe you never loved me.. & that's okay, because now I realized what I am worth & you deserve none of it.

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When a writer falls in love, well, you're pretty much ****** I have never been in love myself. I've only thought I was in something like "love". But I know that when that time comes, if ever, I will love unconditionally. The reason I say that you're ****** if a writer falls in love is because we never forget. We don't know how to forget, All we know is how to reminisce. Then again, even if you are not a writer this still applies to many. But the thing is we will write about you. Whether you were only part of lives for a while, or for a lifetime. We will write. Everything. We will write about the way you hold the steering wheel with one hand on the freeway. We will write about the way you like your coffee and the way you drink it. We will write about the way you would sing to your favorite songs and the way you would rap your favorite verses without messing up. We will write about the little details that you think we have forgotten, Yet the little details is all we can remember. You could have hurt us in the worst way ever, Yet we will still describe as the most alluring human being. That's the thing about us, We write about people who sometimes don't deserve to be written about. We write about places and memories that we wish we could forget. And here I am, writing about them as if I could release them out of my memory. I'm pretty much ****** because I know I'll always write about everything and everyone. Either with joy or with pain. When a writer falls in love, well, you're pretty much ******

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC

When a writer falls in love..

When a writer falls in love, well, you're pretty much ****** I have never been in love myself. I've only thought I was in something like "love". But I know that when that time comes, if ever, I will love unconditionally. The reason I say that you're ****** if a writer falls in love is because we never forget. We don't know how to forget, All we know is how to reminisce. Then again, even if you are not a writer this still applies to many. But the thing is we will write about you. Whether you were only part of lives for a while, or for a lifetime. We will write. Everything. We will write about the way you hold the steering wheel with one hand on the freeway. We will write about the way you like your coffee and the way you drink it. We will write about the way you would sing to your favorite songs and the way you would rap your favorite verses without messing up. We will write about the little details that you think we have forgotten, Yet the little details is all we can remember. You could have hurt us in the worst way ever, Yet we will still describe as the most alluring human being. That's the thing about us, We write about people who sometimes don't deserve to be written about. We write about places and memories that we wish we could forget. And here I am, writing about them as if I could release them out of my memory. I'm pretty much ****** because I know I'll always write about everything and everyone. Either with joy or with pain. When a writer falls in love, well, you're pretty much ******

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Loving me is like walking on the shore of a lake while the sun is going down. You can see your feet in the water and the reflection of your face. Soon you'll find yourself walking into the body of water and you will no longer see your feet. You'll find yourself deeper and deeper. You'll realize that the body of water isn't as clean as it looked on the shore. If you know how to swim then your chances of drowing in the waves of the water are slim. But if you're not a great swimmer then I hope you know how to hold your breath or at least float because you're too far in now. Take the chance. I will teach you how to swim and how to hold your breath. I will take the time to learn everything about you, the same way I want you to discover my waves. Let yourself go and I promise you I will always love you. Do not be afraid. I will be patient and kind as you will attempt to fathom the body of water. I will caress every inch of your body and I will kiss your imperfections. All you have to do is let yourself go and I will forever be here for you.

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC

Let yourself go.

Loving me is like walking on the shore of a lake while the sun is going down. You can see your feet in the water and the reflection of your face. Soon you'll find yourself walking into the body of water and you will no longer see your feet. You'll find yourself deeper and deeper. You'll realize that the body of water isn't as clean as it looked on the shore. If you know how to swim then your chances of drowing in the waves of the water are slim. But if you're not a great swimmer then I hope you know how to hold your breath or at least float because you're too far in now. Take the chance. I will teach you how to swim and how to hold your breath. I will take the time to learn everything about you, the same way I want you to discover my waves. Let yourself go and I promise you I will always love you. Do not be afraid. I will be patient and kind as you will attempt to fathom the body of water. I will caress every inch of your body and I will kiss your imperfections. All you have to do is let yourself go and I will forever be here for you.

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