"lorelai" poems - Hello Poetry

I really should be studying, I know, but I can’t help logging in. I’ve done some work today already, though, would one episode be a sin? Just to check on the friends with the apartment and the purple door, or maybe the ones from the Scranton office who sell paper. I also want to know what Eleven is up to, and definitely Rory and Lorelai Gilmore. I’ll curl up with a blanket here and i’ll make some popcorn later. I think this was a good decision — it does say “Recommended For You.”

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC

lauren27

An Ode to Netflix

I really should be studying, I know, but I can’t help logging in. I’ve done some work today already, though, would one episode be a sin? Just to check on the friends with the apartment and the purple door, or maybe the ones from the Scranton office who sell paper. I also want to know what Eleven is up to, and definitely Rory and Lorelai Gilmore. I’ll curl up with a blanket here and i’ll make some popcorn later. I think this was a good decision — it does say “Recommended For You.”

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Here's to showing off about football Here's to thinking cautiously Here's to candy Here's to barely knowing the person who sits two seats away Here's to a sweet tooth that tests limits Here's to kitties and puppies Here's to slowing rejecting the seating chart Here's to a new chart that brings two seats together Here's to a mutual friend Here's to black and blonde hair Here's to math class Here's to learning Here's to growing Here's to October for reducing two seats away to one Here's to November for closing the gap Here's to weird animals Here's to a new group Here's to the boy who drops out Here's to getting to receiving his GED Here's to "I don't want to go homes" Here's to choir as well Here's to the weird science teacher who's room is claimed Here's to awkward conversations that keep life flowing Here's to boyfriends that lack approval Here's to moving to a new room Here's to arguments about Jess and Dean Here's to Rory and Lorelai Here's to that phone call at nine pm Here's to "He wants to take a break" Here's to "It's mutual" through heavy tears Here's to friends ready to comfort Here's to "He's trying to cheat on you" Here's to "I just broke up with you, that's what happened" Here's to feeling comfortable again Here's to pause buttons for God of War Here's to "He just broke up with me" Here's to "He's just doesn't feel the same way anymore" Here's to comfort and to "I hate him" Here's to wanting to better oneself Here's to falling short and crawling back Here's to first fights Here's to only lasting twenty minutes Here's to "He blocked me" Here's to "He's cheating on me" Here's to not needing him Here's to the past coming back to haunt you Here's to being stabbed by someone once called friend Here's to silence Here's to "She's so pretty" Here's to "I love you" Here's to "No more pining after lame guys" Here's to seeing that teacher at Goodwill Here's to days of brokenness Here's to hope Here's to the future Here's to sweet sixteens Here's to first cars Here's to reptiles in rainy weather attire Here's to sassitude Here's to sasstastic people Here's to near deaths Here's to survivals Here's to first sleepovers Here's to lunch at that cute Italian bistro nobody knows Here's to Philly cheesesteaks Here's to Thai tea Here's to "When can we do this again" Here's to nightmares about rejection Here's to dreams about perspective Here's to an undying friendship Here's to an eternity of trust Here's to many more days Here's to you And here's to me, Cheers, Your best friend

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC

hidingwithharley

To This I Toast My Glass

Here's to showing off about football Here's to thinking cautiously Here's to candy Here's to barely knowing the person who sits two seats away Here's to a sweet tooth that tests limits Here's to kitties and puppies Here's to slowing rejecting the seating chart Here's to a new chart that brings two seats together Here's to a mutual friend Here's to black and blonde hair Here's to math class Here's to learning Here's to growing Here's to October for reducing two seats away to one Here's to November for closing the gap Here's to weird animals Here's to a new group Here's to the boy who drops out Here's to getting to receiving his GED Here's to "I don't want to go homes" Here's to choir as well Here's to the weird science teacher who's room is claimed Here's to awkward conversations that keep life flowing Here's to boyfriends that lack approval Here's to moving to a new room Here's to arguments about Jess and Dean Here's to Rory and Lorelai Here's to that phone call at nine pm Here's to "He wants to take a break" Here's to "It's mutual" through heavy tears Here's to friends ready to comfort Here's to "He's trying to cheat on you" Here's to "I just broke up with you, that's what happened" Here's to feeling comfortable again Here's to pause buttons for God of War Here's to "He just broke up with me" Here's to "He's just doesn't feel the same way anymore" Here's to comfort and to "I hate him" Here's to wanting to better oneself Here's to falling short and crawling back Here's to first fights Here's to only lasting twenty minutes Here's to "He blocked me" Here's to "He's cheating on me" Here's to not needing him Here's to the past coming back to haunt you Here's to being stabbed by someone once called friend Here's to silence Here's to "She's so pretty" Here's to "I love you" Here's to "No more pining after lame guys" Here's to seeing that teacher at Goodwill Here's to days of brokenness Here's to hope Here's to the future Here's to sweet sixteens Here's to first cars Here's to reptiles in rainy weather attire Here's to sassitude Here's to sasstastic people Here's to near deaths Here's to survivals Here's to first sleepovers Here's to lunch at that cute Italian bistro nobody knows Here's to Philly cheesesteaks Here's to Thai tea Here's to "When can we do this again" Here's to nightmares about rejection Here's to dreams about perspective Here's to an undying friendship Here's to an eternity of trust Here's to many more days Here's to you And here's to me, Cheers, Your best friend

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Threw each glass against the flow-shants of each word vocal-tension, when form reacts against its shards, rotate sprinkle, moving through the invisible waters in empty space I listen to these songs to go towards God inviting God into my home, into my eyes and heart instead of focusing on flesh like you lay my head down in the lap of God, my hair stroked by the hands of angels to access me in this third density, they disguise themselves in jewels, in voices, in words and in the structure of pages, in the passages of the hekhalot, see me inside Lorelai; drunk on the tales of the Most High, olives form and grow inside their teeth, cheeks are rosied and I manifest with the light shone inside me, sourced from God and angels beyond me, connecting from a bridge deep within my kidneys, relics of god-thought-sent from juvenile gardens, made countlessly, unmatched and bountiful, Edens everywhere when He talks to me. He sings to me, whilst whispering inside my brown ear; His hand cups my head, fingers sliding in between my curls: “Admittance comes from the mind, acceptance comes from the heart: the senses work extra-ordinarily, the sonorous haze, the visual daze : a body peddles one forward towards the trickery of the eye: and the eye is dazzled by the flashy things of the world, of what is human, something still so human but the Eye and the Ear holds on to something more than that: intangible, indelible, incomprehensible. Why don't you see with your Inner Eye? Why don't you hear with your Inner Ear? Think with your Inner Mind? The Higher Mind?” Somehow a breeze kisses my ears . . .

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Sep 13, 2020

Sep 13, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC

acacia

“Brahman Rests In My ******* I Thank Maha-Kali, Mother and Her Twin Mary, Softest Sophia, Powerful Oya, Darling Oshun, Warming Yemoja, Nakamarra my Ruth, Dearest and Sweetest Naomi”

Threw each glass against the flow-shants of each word vocal-tension, when form reacts against its shards, rotate sprinkle, moving through the invisible waters in empty space I listen to these songs to go towards God inviting God into my home, into my eyes and heart instead of focusing on flesh like you lay my head down in the lap of God, my hair stroked by the hands of angels to access me in this third density, they disguise themselves in jewels, in voices, in words and in the structure of pages, in the passages of the hekhalot, see me inside Lorelai; drunk on the tales of the Most High, olives form and grow inside their teeth, cheeks are rosied and I manifest with the light shone inside me, sourced from God and angels beyond me, connecting from a bridge deep within my kidneys, relics of god-thought-sent from juvenile gardens, made countlessly, unmatched and bountiful, Edens everywhere when He talks to me. He sings to me, whilst whispering inside my brown ear; His hand cups my head, fingers sliding in between my curls: “Admittance comes from the mind, acceptance comes from the heart: the senses work extra-ordinarily, the sonorous haze, the visual daze : a body peddles one forward towards the trickery of the eye: and the eye is dazzled by the flashy things of the world, of what is human, something still so human but the Eye and the Ear holds on to something more than that: intangible, indelible, incomprehensible. Why don't you see with your Inner Eye? Why don't you hear with your Inner Ear? Think with your Inner Mind? The Higher Mind?” Somehow a breeze kisses my ears . . .

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