#youniverse
all the cells in my body
dance in unison
with the ache
in your heart
my blood pumps
with the knowledge
that _you shine_ most
from shattered parts
you are loved in a million ways
no matter who decided they
could not find a way to stay
_and even if you don’t hear it enough_
you have just as much meaning
as all that glowing star stuff
i know first hand
that life can be tough
but it knocks you down
so you remember that
_alone you are enough_
you are the universe in motion
allow yourself to feel _every emotion_
because if wildfires have the right
to burn everything in their paths
and if the sky can cry
for days on end
then why would these rules
for each of us amend?
when we are filled with
the same elements as them
you are allowed as many phases
as we see in the moon
and just like the sun
this world is warmed by you
you share cosmic meaning
with everyone you meet
this world _depends on you_
like the air that we breathe
so i hope you recognize
the strength that you grew
from the punches life threw
and that _no matter what happens_
this earth keeps spinning
just for YOU
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
I want to study the universe,
I love it so much that it makes me happy when I think of it.
I get curious what's happening everyday.
Yes, I want to study the universe,
But I don't want to be an astronomer,
Because the universe that I want to study is Youniverse.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
You do not have to pick
from gardens outside
of the forest that is
already thriving
w i t h i n
Y o u
for if you do
your head will fill
with leaves that fall
when You need spring
winter will come in june
and soon You won't have
sight of the moon
(or You)
b e c a u s e
You lost yourself
inside somebody else's
fire and the only way out
is to find Love in the smoke
of your own two tired eyes
like You could before
You jumped ship
f e a r i n g
the possibility
of finding out that
your pieces may not
ever fit together in
the same way
a g a i n
but what is life
if we always float
where the water is
c a l m ?
i don't know about You
but i prefer the rapid descent
of water falls and milky way skies
that can only be achieved through
the most demanding environments
that leave you filled with
P u r e L i g h t
_you are enough energy alone_
Your Light is what will
always lead you back hOMe
to your own field of wildfires
where your broken heart's eye
can see Your vessel A l o n e
holds enough Light to fuel
all the stars in the sky,
to warm the
hearts of
m i l l o i o n s
and as you breathe
You can feel the Love of
countless stars who all
exploded to fill your
body cavities with
all the strength
You'll ever
need
so
next time
you feel alone
put your hand to
you heart and feel the
rhythm of the _YOUniverse_
listen to nature sing to you
melodies of the T r u t h
that you’re not a "me"
but are woven into
the cosmos as an
integral part of
“we" & every
thing you
see. . .
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
sometimes it seems there’s no escape from your mind when life twists your light.
you can’t recognize yourself anymore after all your stars collide.
on the horizon of the black hole in your life full of lessons past,
a self-destructive mind remembering
the heartbreak,
the ungentle death of an interstellar cloud—
pain so hot that you explode
birthing brighter stars.
but you still feel small.
smaller than the earth you walk
that is smaller than the sun it circles
smaller than the galaxy it floats in
that is smaller than the universe they reside.
but they don’t know they’re small
and neither should you,
full of galaxies. you are a universe.
but a universe can yield violence beyond comprehension.
with every heartbreak, and with every tear,
a lesson making you think twice—
did i do this right?
these are not times you should wish to reverse,
these are just the actions of a restless universe.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
Gazing up the infinite sky
I see stars dancing in brilliant light
I see faces in the moon
It's a magical phenomena
Exploding like supernovas
It's a celestial ecstasy we rise again and again
Our souls are filled with joy
Our hearts with love
For a wild cosmic ride with our hearts open
Feel the bliss as we illuminate across the universe
Shine on, it's a limitless splendour
©Sonia Ettyang
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
sometimes it seems there
is no escape from your mind
when life twists your light.
you can't recognize
yourself anymore after
all your stars collide.
on the horizon
of the black hole in your life
full of lessons past.
self-destructive mind
remembering the heartbreak,
the ungentle death
of a giant cloud,
pain so hot that you explode
birthing brighter stars.
but you still feel small.
smaller than the Earth you walk
that is smaller than
the Sun it circles
around, that is smaller than
the galaxy it
floats in, smaller than
the universe they reside.
But they don't know they're
small, and neither should
you, full of galaxies. you
are a universe.
but a universe
can yield violence beyond
comprehension. with
every heartbreak, and
with every tear, a lesson
making you think twice--
did i do this right?
everything has a lifespan,
not a forever.
these are not times you should wish to reverse,
these are just the actions of a restless universe.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
you are your own cosmic hue
always so perfectly subdued
your darkness has reason
your Light fuels the moon
the contrast shines out
from your head to my heart
like we’re some kind of dance
where the Cosmos can spark
their rhythm to guide us
through our souls’ embark
collectively, we are
_the Divine Counterpart_
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
the only one
we need in order to
shift the Light back toward
our own "b r o k e n" pieces
is ourselves.
we are not obligated to fill our Soul up
with other people's worn out pieces
ok?
listen:
You do not have to pick from gardens
outside of the forest already thriving within You.
for when You do;
Your head will fill with leaves that fall from autumns breeze when all You needed to breathe was spring, winter will come in june, and soon You'll lose sight of the moon... because you lost Yourself inside of somebody else's fire, gasping for answers.
When all along, all You had seeked, had been burning up in You.
and the only way out is to fall in Love
with the smoke rising in Your own eyes.
like You could before You jumped ship,
like You could before You began
f e a r i n g
the possibility of finding out that Your pieces
may not ever fit together in the same way again.
but what is life if we always float where the water is calm?
what is life if our pieces never changed?
i don't know about You, but i prefer the rapid descent of water falls and milky way skies that can only be achieved through the most demanding environments; the ones that leave You filled with
P u r e L i g h t.
You are enough energy; all on Your own.
Your Light is what leads You back hOMe.
back to Your own field of wildfires where You can see
c l e a r l y
again, since Your broken heart's eye now knows that Your vessel alone holds enough Light to fuel all the stars in the sky, that it burns enough fire to warm the hearts of millions.
& as You breathe:
You can feel the Love of countless stars who all
e x p l o d e d
to fill Your body cavities with all the strength You will ever need.
and next time You feel alone, put Your hand to you heart
and feel the rhythm of the
YOUniverse
listen to nature sing You melodies
of the Truth: that You are not a "me"
You are woven in to the cosmos
as an integral part of "We"
and every single
thing You
see
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
Discerning wastes by the way we trace
Erasing bad tastes from our face
Til the internal happiness takes it's place
Fumbling habits were now laced with grace.
Brighter are the fires we chase
Eyes wider, the wildflowers are looking up
Vitamin d rush,
accompanied by the satisfaction
that happens with this chance to touch.
So many actions were taken to please,
but now we naturally seek necessity.
Loving everything endlessly
Catering to our specialties
Waking up inside our pleasant dreams.
Getting to see beyond the scenes, and understand why we can be so easily carried like leaves once free.
Narrating with speculation,
generating all you wanna be.
Accomplishing with mindful reminders to breathe.
Beauty is the beast, perceived in a different form.
What's truth honestly may not be the norm -
but we branch out like the mighty tree
& embrace the storm pouring soulful warmth.
So peace to you and yours.
Make great with the way you spend time having been reborn.
Adorn your temple, with any methods or colors you choose.
Show care for the confession hidden breathless in a bruise,
and be thankful for the light spectrum expression
highlighting time to still choose.
With that awareness comes the space ready to take in the lessons and Synchronicities we are blessed with.
I know I've made a mess of this, testing abilities to clean.
Release disharmony and leftover negative energy streams.
Just need room to be, fly swirling within serenity.
Faith suddenly gleams over the horizon, "Hi Son"
"Hi Sun. I see you glowing keeping everything flowing.
Knowing you're watching over me feels healthier
than taking potion.
Thank you for letting me be at ease with my uncertainty.
Clouds part, allowing light right through, perfectly
Learning to lessen the level of fear
by looking at self by way of Mirrors,
reflecting back at different angles with messages so moving.
Here we are, allllright, and all one.
Hands in the shared air, have fun, no need to run.
Prepare to open to a sea of signs that will stun.
Soak in love of present feeling, heart in sync with mother earth.
I must say I'm very gracious to have been acquainted with life in this corner of the youniverse.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
Eyes closed, with the headstate caught somewhere in the space connecting galaxies. Examining fallacies told & sold for your time, outlining the travesty of soul. The bold take hold of the moment & know to let go. Instigate the growth that no *** could control. Add extra oxygen for the plot to unfold. Reach to your nearest Sun & soak your aura in gold.
The all-encompassing story involves us all, but it's up to you how it's told. Thank you for narrating, caring, & being of good character. Eye left a dimension in my music for your verse. Reflect the stimulus and let creativity surge. Respect every letter placed together to form words. I love you, this is your time, let the story be heard~
Mind open, with the dreamscape transcending space connecting eternal energies...
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
I couldn't tell you
how many poems I've read
about girls in disguises,
girls hiding in their closets,
girls acting like girls,
wishing they were something more...
This is not a poem about wishing,
but a poem of being.
This is not a cry for help,
but a song of assurance.
I am a girl, but I am no feminist.
You won't find me painting
on makeup each morning
for confident clarity.
{red blemishes flourish}
You won't find me tearing
my feet up each night
to look tall and fancy.
{bruises on the heel}
You won't find me wearing
a red push-up bra
for emotional support.
{endless back pain}
You won't find me shaking
while holding a gun
for protection.
{fear is stupidity}
I couldn't tell you
how many girls I've seen
doing these things,
over and over;
girls wishing they were something more...
This is not a poem about hope,
but a form of being.
This is not a scream of pity,
but an equalist view.
I am a girl, but I am no feminist.
I choose to be myself,
despite the boys who call me odd;
despite the girls with envious eyes.
I choose to play video games at 2am
and eat until I feel sick.
I choose to wear band tees to the bar
and go home alone.
I choose to say what I mean
and suffer the consequences.
I choose to wear less clothes,
and sometimes more,
when I want.
I've found someone
who loves me for who I am.
I've found two people, in fact.
There is a boy
who comes over
and I can call him my love;
I can call him my best friend.
There is a boy
who never judges
the boy in me;
the things I do.
There is a boy
who reminds me
a lot of a girl,
who picked flowers with her mom
when she was little.
And sometimes,
I put on makeup for you,
because I love you,
and I want you to know I'm proud.
Sometimes,
I'm proud of myself,
because I got the eye liner just right.
And sometimes,
I like acting fragile
so I can do less work
and watch as you tire in sweat.
Sometimes,
I even shout my worries to the sky.
But moderation is so important
in a time so rigid
with lust.
There is a girl
who is me,
and that boy
and that girl
both know who I am.
I am sick of complaints;
I am sick of the 1950's attitude;
I am sick of excuses;
I want to see action;
and I don't mean a protest.
And maybe you like
being a girl.
Maybe you dress up
purely for yourself,
and no one else.
But that doesn't explain
the things that you say
in public and in retrospect,
as tears fall down your cheek,
and knives glide off your tongue.
I see more of it every day --
girls just like me.
You are only weak if
you believe that you are.
You are only a girl
if you think that you are.
I am a human being,
and so are you.
I am no feminist.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
14 April 2014
Love is love.
*** is ***
Don't be confused.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC