In all it’s clichéd dramatics

I love you with my heart

And your’s ignites my soul.

 

The messy conversations

And broken flirtations

You complex piece of humanity

We’ll drive each other to insanity!

 

With the simplicity of

Our wild, dumb love

And our abandon of wants

During our lovely renaissance.

Energy

Potential energy.

Prospect for a great future. Thinking of what could be instead of what is.

Kinetic energy.

Movement. Passion. Nothing can stop your momentum.

Caffeinated.

Happy. Energy.

3 to 2 | A Poem for inspired4business

Sit down

Open your laptop

The black keys are familiar.

 

Get on the Internet

New Post

Now it’s time to write

Now it’s time for your fingers to fly

Dashing away, trying to get every breath down

Writing, expressing, living through your words

 

I don’t write because someone has told me to

Because someone challenged me to

Because it simply makes me look a certain way

I write,

Blog,

Type,

Take note

In order to comprehend the complexities of my own mind.

 

My mind is a three dimensional space of chaos

Putting pen to paper,

Fingers to keys,

My mind to others,

Forces me to lay everything out linearly,

Clearly,

Two dimensionally.

 

It’s a type of therapy

Or a type of drug,

I can’t decide.

All I know is

I write to comprehend me

And I wouldn’t be able to without it

So I’m not going to stop anytime soon

 

 

-Hope xoxo

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Thank y’all so so much for reading this little poem. This one is for inspired4business, or Steve, who gave me the idea to write about what inspires me to write. I sorta changed it to why I write, but hey sometimes that happens. I love you all so so much, and I’m sorry for the later post. Have a beautiful day, I’ll talk to you tonight.

Your Painting | A Poem for ThatsAweSam

They say a picture’s worth a thousand words,

But clearly the omnipotent “they” has never seen

A painting worthy of millions of words or

A painting that can’t be described using borrowed words and languages so often used.

 

Art sometimes can’t be memorialized onto written paper

Instead it is one of the few things that can you make you feel

The roar of the ocean or the calm of a forest

Just by gazing on its painted strokes

And not saying a word at all.

 

To paint is the very definition of creating

To take simple reds and blues

To transform and make all different hues.

To paint means to have a vision

Of the best dream you can dream,

Being able to take that thought,

Create a tangible piece by which others,

The people in this moment and the people in the moments to come,

Can see.

 

A brief glimpse of what it means to be inside your beautiful painting

Of a mind.

 

 

-Hope xoxo

 

Thank you ThatsAweSam for liking my post and liking my blog. I hope you enjoy this little poem that I made for you. ❤

To the Moon

Dear Maan,

Dear Gumala,

Dear Ay,

Dear Mwezi,

Dear Luna,

Dear Moon,

Can I just start my saying,

“Wow.”

 

And thank you for being here

Or up there

And listening to me ramble on about you

Trying to find the words to describe you

And taking words from other languages to try to do justice to your name.

 

Because you are beautiful

In everything that you are

And everything that you do.

 

You immaculate piece of Earth’s own flesh

Circling us like a hawk in the sky

You remain at an arm’s length

Not because you can’t move any closer

But because that place that you reside in

Keeps the delicate balance of our potential gravitational ballet from falling.

 

My Moon, my love, my muse,

You give us and me everything we need.

Waters crashing on the beach, tides kept in a peaceful ebb and flow

Light at night when the Sun visits others.

 

You are the company I keep when I am alone in the dark.

And I don’t know why you chose pity on us,

Tiny insects who teach their children that you’re made out of cheese.

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A bit of a random one, I know, but my God do I love the Moon.

In other news, I’m sick today and had to cancel the plans that I had and instead resorted to going to dinner with my parents at a buffet and eating way too much and feeling a new kind of sick all over again.

I hope you had a beautiful day, No One. I love you very much.

-Hope xoxo

Abandonment Issues.

I can hardly breathe.

My lungs feel like they’re collapsing in on themselves

I hate the feeling.

 

I can hardly think

My thoughts focusing and refocusing on your absence

Like the focus of a camera

I miss your presence.

 

I can hardly see

Through the tears that well up in my eyes

Uncontrollable pain

As my heart is ripped apart from itself.

I can’t do this.

 

Again.

But you’re leaving.

All of you.

You’re all leaving

Me.

 

Please

Don’t go, I don’t know

When I’ll see you again

If I’ll see you again

Looking the way you do

Full of life and a fire behind those eyes.

 

Don’t leave me

I can’t do this again.

 

And you’re gone.

And I’m here.

 

Crying over the people I love

Hating them for making me so

Alone.

 

 

-Hope xoxo

 

P.S. This is a very personal topic for me and it’s a very rough piece, but I’d appreciate some gentle critiques if any of you are willing to leave them. Thank you for reading this and I hope you aren’t judging me too harshly. It’s just been rough since Bobby left.

Christmas Scents

This is a poem written by me. Don’t steal it or I will be very pissed off. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the nostaglia I was feeling this morning.

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Wafting through the air

I am assaulted by the smell of delicious cravings

Chocolate chip cookies baked by Bobby

And

Lemon bars laboriously brewed by my sister

And

Fresh peppermint bark that tantalizes my senses

And fills me with hunger and sugary delight

 

Then laying stagnant in the air

Our tree reminds me of a far off pine forest

That was once its home

Creating a nostalgia for a place I’ve never known

And

Christmases past were the scent of pine filled those energy wrought mornings

That I remember so fondly from my childhood

 

Then drifting hazily over it all

A hint of firewood burning accents the atmosphere

And

Brings warmth to my heart as I sit by the fireplace in thought

And

Pulls me back to cold winter nights when we all sat by the fire

Drinking hot chocolate and watching Christmas movies

And

Reminds me of times long past

When everything was much simpler

And

When everything smelled so beautiful.

 

 

-Hope xoxo

An Ode to the Misunderstood

This poem is about rain and was written by myself. It isn’t great, but I do love rain and its contradictory nature. Be nice and I hope you enjoy the living shit out of it. This was also written for my ENGL280 class and is my original work. 

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Flying down the clouds

One hits my cheek and moves slowly down my face

I smile

The drop of water looking like a tear

But my mind is full of joy at the sight of

Falling rain

 

The clouds are gray and the weather is cold

Girls scream as their hair is ruined for the day

I laugh

Not at their misery

But at the miracle

Falling rain

 

Life giving and replenishing

Water that Zeus himself designed

I thank

Every dot of rain that gives life

To my mind.

 

 

-Hope xoxo

Happy Birthday

Warning: This poem is violent, sarcastic, and contains some thoughts of mine on my birthday regarding Hope related puns. It’s also very funny in my opinion so I hope you enjoy. It is also from my ENGL280 class and my original work. 

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ping- my phone rings

ping-it rings

ping-the same word in capitals

ping-like “Hope” pun fractals

ping-repeating on my wall

ping-“Aunt Bertha said on your wall-“

ping-“HOPE you have a good birthday! ;D”

ping-comments Uncle Ray

ping-Hope you have a great day!

ping-Hope Hope Hope

ping-how about nope?

ping- stop it with your criminal pun

ping-I want to run

ping-Away from my phone, laptop, and tablet

ping-but instead I go to the cabinet

ping-and grab my daddy’s gun

bang bang bang- all done!

No more annoying name puns for me to see!

-Hope xoxo

Egged

This is a spoken word poem I wrote for my ENGL280 class, be nice and I hope you all enjoy the shit out of it

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The 2014 San Diego State Take Back the Night walk hoped to draw attention to sexual violence and rape culture inside of fraternity activities. Peaceful protestors who walked down “frat” row, received obscenities yelled at them, dildos waved from windows, and eggs thrown from passing cars –

In that moment, I felt hated

sickening ooze cracked through thin membrane

dribbled down my face.

Hey bitch, you know you wanted it

Idiots hollered from their houses

we walked slowly –

let the yellow rape culture

clear embryo trickle down our cheeks.

Our moment of solidarity