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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
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Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
collective strength
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.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
Cosmos
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. . .
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
listen—
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.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
dear past me: you are everything
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
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
Celestial Ecstacy
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.
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
dear past me: you are everything
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_
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
divine counterpart
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
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
the Fire is You
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
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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.
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
Freeflow
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.
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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...
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
present
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.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
A Girl, but No Feminist
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.
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14 April 2014 Love is love. *** is *** Don't be confused.
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Love & ***