"motivator" poems
When I'd wake alone in bed at 4am
Again
To find you passed out
on the couch
Too wasted to notice
the heart breaking in front of you
I tried every day
But you preferred synthetic hugs
and to hide in a place
where the expectations were low
Escapes and excuses
more alluring than I could ever be
Through tears I would plead
'Why don't you want to sleep with me!?'
I shouldn't have taken it so personally
But nobody saw me cry
Especially not you
Blind to my own tears
Large doses of denial dished out
A feast for the masses
Perhaps the most powerful drug of them all
My soul mate disappeared
each day
a little more
Maybe today will be different
Hope
The beautiful motivator
Maybe today
It will be me that you choose
Naively believing
that you had control
But then I woke
alone in bed at 4am
Again
Manipulated and used
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
You are my morning cup of coffee,
My hot, steamy, caffeinated beverage made to wake me up,
I sip you,
Bitter,
Some sugar to cheer you up?
I dowse you in vanilla cream…
Any better my darling?
How come you are so nasty?
Not a morning person either?
Well I can't blame you,
Why do I think I drink so much of you?
Because I like you?
Well I do,sorta, the effects you bring to me are quite uplifting,
I shake,
Nervously,
Oh you startle me and delight me,
I feel comforted as you break open into my bloodstream,
My body on fire and ready to start my long and trying day,
Maybe we can get through this together,
Another cup is what I think I need of you,
Whether bitter or not we can make it through,
So my little cappuccino, so frothy and frilly,
I want you to know that I need you,
Like to start my morning, my every morning
Whether you are just black, or a venti latte with skim and carmel syrup stirred inside,
Or else I be stuck in bed all the time
There be no you to keep me awake or alive,
No reason to go outside and try,
No motivator, no mover, just me living my days on my own,
How terribly depressing I must add,
So I'll keep you company if you keep on stirring my brain with your caffeinated ways
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
What is this thing,
This change in me,
What is this feeling,
That is happening to me?
This possessing of my spirit.
This seemingly lack of control,
That was not always so.
That a concerto slow turn,
Played and heard,
Renders me weak in the knees,
A sweet moment of human joy,
Or actual real grief,
Even viewed on a movie screen
Can tug at my heart so.
So too, a child’s sweet song,
Though sung off key.
A blazing sunset,
Orange and red,
A thrilling thing to behold.
Nature always a motivator,
All of these and more,
Pluck cords of my emotions,
Like the strings of a harp,
So easily reduce me to tears.
Not body shaking sobs mind you,
Just a slow gentle stream,
Nothing my sleeve can't deal with.
"Men don’t cry",
"Sensitivity is only for women",
Or so I have always been told.
Well it’s taken me a long time,
But I have concluded this bias,
Is a load of unadulterated Bull ****
‘Cause as it turns out,
I actually enjoy it.
And see no reason I shouldn't.
Not to mention,
It keeps my tear ducts open,
And free flowing.
In touch as I am with my feelings.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
Hope is, by definition, a feeling of expectation and desire for something to happen, a feeling of trust
Hope carries anchors on it's shoulders, afraid it will only meet the standard of almost
We all hope, but we do not all receive
Hope is the product of human weakness
We long that's why we aspire
Imagine how weak man is, we are not like birds that can fly when we want to go to places or we want to see people
We are frail and easily inflicted with illnesses
We are fragile bottles that easily break physically and emotionally, hence the development of the helmet and airbags
The study of human emotion called psychology and psychiatry
And worse, we die, that is why men searched for the fountain of youth to no avail
Hope helps us to move on and continue
Hope is a wish, hope is a motivator
Hope gives a reason to keep going
Hope is the whisper telling us that it will get better in time
But I ask, why do the hands of my clock have arthritis
Hope is not a liar
Hope is encouraging but hope is also deceiving
Hope is joker, a trickster
Like an amateur magician, everyone could see the trap door but me
Hope will disappoint you
Hope is not perfect, hope does not always work out like you think hope should
But hope is valuable, hope keeps balance
Hope carries the unable, the dreamers, the optimists
Hope is the guide
Without hope, we're lost
Without hope, we're nothing
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Change is the prime motivator,
we always desire it,
we always seek it,
yet it constantly eludes us.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
I admit, I’ve never chosen you.
Falling in love is temporary,
love is a choice.
And I surrender to you.
You’re heart is grandiose.
In search of an asylum,
the delicacy of your love,
softens my core.
Peering into your soul,
through the earthy green
in your eyes, that spec of blood orange
a fire lights inside of you, hungry
to achieve a purpose.
I want to be your motivation,
be your motivator.
We could lose time
but we’d meet back at the equator,
once again, feeding the fire
that lights for you and I.
We’ve survived darkness
time & time again, lost.
In search of that dwindling fire
we find each other, nose to nose.
We are special, We are young, We are beautiful, We are complex,
We are strong.
We are real.
Years spent, trying to navigate
the passion of our love.
We’ve rebelled against time,
against distance...
We are flawed, we are damaged.
But we are stubborn in love.
I hope I’m not too late,
I want a clean slate
I’m not holding back anymore.
For the first time, boo
I choose you.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
You taught me to believe in myself
And encouraged me to soar.
You protected me from harm, keeping
Enemies away with your roar.
You raised me to feel wealthy
Even though we were poor.
You showed me God's grace by
Always making room for one more.
You are the personification of unconditional love
The epitome of selflessness.
You are the embodiment of true beauty
The essence of graciousness.
You are my Mother
my Motivator
my Strength
And my Friend.
© Tina Thompson
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC
i exist somewhere between the kick drum and the snare
i am the blood thundering in our veins
i am the rhythm that gives us life
i am the 375 nanometers of ultraviolet light shining down on you
i am the space between the notes and the silence before the drop
i am oscillation, reverberation, undulation of bassline
i am rattling ribcage from excess decibels
i am titinnitus waiting to strike.
3,4-methylenedioxy-N-methylamphetamine, Lysergic acid diethylamide, tetrahydrocannabinol, ethanol, benzoylmethylecgonine; choose your poison so that you may enjoy me better
i am the sweat that slicks our skin and keeps us cool
i am the longing look that leaps from eye to eye
i am mellifluous melody, motivator of movement, master of mind.
i am the sea of strangers you find yourself lost in, minimally clad bodies moving in ways you didn't know were possible.
i am the fire-poi spinner, the LED hula-hooper, the melbourne-shuffling madman, the obnoxious bro, the ancient hippie, the obviously underage girl, the idiot overdosing in the corner, and the person wearing more pony beads than clothes.
i am the rave.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
The resilient warrior
Who never gave up
Kept her focus always
Until she climbed to the top
With drive, ambition and fierce determination
She was destined for success
Was a master motivator
Who gave it her very best
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
Voluntary abandonment of self
The offering
Surrendered, Often suffered
Daily suppression
Repressed depressions
The stimulating surge for another's light
The refuge and the motivator
Demonstratively strong, innate or acquired
Inner beauty enhanced through struggle
Outer beauty revealed
in the journey of each line and curve
Made better with time
Reemerging
Stepping into confidence
Unapologetic
Wisdom gained, lessons learned
Archived in her cerebrum repository
Self discovery, discernibly aware
With nothing to lose
Bashfulness dismissed
Enlivening pleasures
Guiding and coaxing another to please
Self satisfying if need
An awakened spirit rebounds
An eager voice is found
A woman
Over 40
Blazing anew.
© Tina Thompson
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
Happy birthday day older
Brother have a blessed year
And wish you more to come
You in a mission for greatness
But i wish you the greatest
My spirit dances and my
Energy is that of a cheetah which doesnt get tired everytime i
Think about you brother
You none like the rest of the older
Brothers you unique with
Taste and a good advisor and motivator and i am blessed to
Have a brother like you
HAPPYBIRTHDAY BROTHER
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
The skeletons my father keeps in his closet
are not my own,
those bones would be far too obvious.
The demons he fought I've put in the ground,
the bones his daddy gave him,
the ones I said would not be mine.
But dead bones don’t die,
at least the bones that pass from fathers to sons,
instead they fester and stew
and boil below the surface
where barely a sound is heard.
Meanwhile my boys are busy digging them up.
Its true
boys tend to dig and get *****
my boys dig up bones
and drum them on my door.
I worked so hard to break the cycle,
to raise my boys without the pain,
to protect their fragile hearts from heartache,
I kept telling myself to keep the dead dead,
but its hard to do when the dead don't really die,
instead they lie about the absence of pain,
the pain I knew so well,
the fear that motivated me to be something more,
to push myself beyond
what I thought I could be,
to a place where I might be a man.
But here at the end
my boys are still boys drumming up bones,
no fear, they expect the world to be easy.
I have learned that fear can be a great motivator.
It worked for me
but not my boys
I never gave them anything to fear.
I gave them boats with oars
and straw to make brick
and lots of love and plenty of hugs
and always told them I was proud of them
but I never gave them fear.
Now my boys fear nothing
but expect everything
dead bones don't die
they just look different
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 5:45 AM UTC
Procrastination
the greatest motivator,
eventually.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
The night of rendezvous with him
Went like the scent of daisies everliving.
Eyes...
Selectively rising to meet mine
Wearing meek and hesitant makeup
Concealing the flushed feelings
Towards one another.
Lips...
Enjoined to avoid bursts
Of cackles loving the latter's
Oblivion
Dissembling yet verifiable
Between us.
Alas, 'eternity' shall never persist
For this remains a pipe dream
Shackles of his indifferent family
His aura bipolar to mine
Alas.
Carpe Diem
A sole motivator
Diminishing the mirage of hopelessness
Flourishing his debonair charms
Spell bounded and cherished
Today.
The End
Far afield
The Story
Began to see daylight
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
A political leader
Kind
Compassionate
A walking contradiction
an angel
a devil
someone who realized the ****** up world that he lived in
harsh
conflicted
adoration for women
hustler
hard-worker
he truly loathed petty *******
REAL
TRUE to himself
always kept it a buck
uplifter
motivator
crossed him the wrong way just know you was ******
misunderstood
over all twisted
but remember me always so no one else can miss it
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
Love in an elevator
Procrastinated "see you later",
and how I ******* hate her.
An attest to me?
No, attest to thee,
And protest the conquest
for outdoor reccess.
No I didn't break it,
I found it that way.
No love in an elevator,
Satiated, recluse motivator.
See the rust on the bones?
They happened when you were home alone.
Home but not alone.
Check your sunrise, check your phone.
I will check it before I wreck it,
and remember she still deserves respect.
Despite the state of the insect.
We all need love.
Not some hope from above.
A genuine sunrise check.
A dauntless morning peck.
The hope for this comfortability
The mind's wish for mobility
The endless denial of futility
And my endless conquest for you.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
A motivator
A big heart for everyone
A beacon of light
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
Went for a jog steady tempo
Reggae beats keep the feet moving
Refreshing shower after running an hour
Writing out thoughts listening to music
The sounds and beats set a mood
Writing helps reflect grow take notes on progress
Be the best never settle for less
Stress your life and get it done
Don't get involved with drama
You know nothing about mind your business
Life seem easier and less hectic
Roll solo find peace in the heart give those messing up peace of mind
Not trying to care doesn't mean one doesn't understand
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
she's a skeptic;
and he's a sensitive person
she's an initiator;
and he's a motivator
she's chaotic;
and he's super calm
she wish she's a nomad;
he wants to find a home
she found a new adventure in him;
he found his home in her
and they both fall in love for each other;
everyday.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Familial negligence in elementary years,
Driving through road-blocks,
Uncertainty.
Dropping the pizza,
Often irrational,
bad,
Camel spiders and snakes,
Loss of control,
Peeing your pants,
Bone-chilling
Beer eliminates fear.
Corrupt leaders and politics,
the unknown, the dangerous;
a basic emotion,
a defense mechanism,
a mentality,
protective,
a hindrance,
a motivator,
extremely complex, yet so basic.
Modern humanist social anxieties.
so strong that it stops actions, freezes situational progress.
does not allow the entity to make moves in harm's way.
provocative for offensive moves,
the extra push of adrenaline enabling someone to lift a car to save another.
Complex sentient beings empathize the fear in others, and project it onto others.
The fear of compromised freedom can be the catalyst to an organized protest of a handful or thousands of people against a potential or occurring government action.
A threat.
Paralyze--ation.
A jolt of the heart.
Fear is like love, linked to love, with its severe stress and anxiety
What if you turned fear into love?
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
I sit..... my face melts into my coffee cup....
self pity demons raise up from the tablecloth
and slam my head on the table top..again..and again.
My heart kicks at the chestwalls that keep it from its freedom.
I am out of here it screams!
Why am I still just siting here?
A whisp of freedom promise is still ringing in my head....
wonderful words she had said.
Slam..slam , the demons smash my head on the table top.
Are you done yet? Are you still siting here?
We can do this all day. Move, say something!
Self pity is not your path...your the mover, the motivator...
the one who always has the right answers to someone elses happiness.
Why not you this time?
The heart quits kicking at my chestwalls..either it is tired or it feels me
mulling over the questions.....perhaps a chance, perhapes one more go around .
I see images in my coffee cup of couples holding hands, young and old alike....so happy, so together, so....in love?
Still other images emerge...families still doing things together... camping, fishing, movies...so real...so like I planned it....
slam! Slam! The demons are not letting up......Ok , I know what they want.....but first I need a fresh cup of coffee, this one has too many memories floating around in it.
Perhapes I should make that call, write that letter....just go.
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 4:44 PM UTC
Why God?
Why?
People ask him.
When terrible things affects them.
He's God.
I question not what he do.
Or decisions he makes.
He determine our time on earth.
Which we should cherish while here.
He's God.
A spiritual Wonder.
When death comes to us.
We cry.
Then some wonder why?
As if they don't realize his reasons.
He deals with our hurt.
When we can't.
He see, who's strong enough to carry on?
When we lose a love one.
He's God.
He loves us more then a million times.
To ask him anything about his decision making.
Means, we trying to read the mind of him.
Like he does us.
He's the creator.
He's our motivator.
With the strength to elevate us.
Rise high.
And never remain low.
Cause God's kingdom is where we wants to go.
I just know.
He's God.
And I question not, what he do.
And neither should you.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
We all know who we are...
You always, (hopefully) love yourself
even if you don't like the reflection staring back at you
Curious to hear what friends, family and
acquaintances see
when they look or think of me
a psychological poll was given
The ones that knew me best
were not afraid of the test
My younger brother said:
Hardworking - honest - not afraid to try
anything - friendly - motivator - I do what
I say - finish what I start
Best friend I met years back: Loyal friend
Sister, from another mother, added: Heart
in the right place - Incredible artist - feel strongly
about my territory - will fight to the end; to protect
what is mine (at any cost) - driven - innovative -
care-free
My baby girl, was happy to report: loving -
giving - fearless - creative - caring - strong-minded -
secretive - smart - beautiful - funny - ambitious -
sweet
My really great friend from my homeland: love to
be in charge - domineering - don't like or take ******** -
kind (but don't let people use it against me) - don't
let people take me for granted - firm (with the opposite *** -
always want to move onward in life - feisty - at times,
miserable -
Couldn't stop laughing out loud
feels good, to see and hear their reflections of me
That's me alright!
My head, didn't swell
I know who I am
Underneath all these layers
I'm only human
protecting my golden heart
creating a niche in this Universe
To leave an impression -
of Me
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC