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You tasted like
poetry
Marigold fields
And the hum of white noise
You felt like
The afternoon on an autumn's day
Scholastic book fair
The local Pumpkin patch
You looked like
How do you feel?
What if you were never told how you’re supposed to?
What if no one told you to feel sad or feel glad or get mad, is that bad?
Would we feel at all?
There was a sadness I revered,
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And opportunity to spare,
But as life ebbs,
And opportunities recede,
I know that sadness for real,
I’m sorry that I couldn’t make you happy
I’m sorry that I can’t make myself happy
I’m sorry that happiness isn’t a language I speak
But I loved you
I’m sorry if I pushed you away
I'm not ashamed to admit
I am an overly romantic
Because if I feel, I know
I exist,I live, I'm alive!
I do not go unnoticed
Acknowledge and embrace
the smell, the feel, and the taste.
Understand:
the power of the flower.
The flavor is sour-
diesel.
On a cloud
What makes me feel good?
Something that is understood
Accomplish the things I should
Doing all that I could
Laying on my bed of clouds
Turning my music up loud
Like pink skies and red oceans, each day is so beautifully enigmatic
Mystery and curiosity caress my day in a world so sorrowfully systematic
A chance to touch and breathe ease me into sunrise and poetry flow
When I'm feeling down
t turn to my friends, who are clowns,
and they help me turn back around
Can you imagine words with no voice?
Can you imagine pens with no ink?
Can you imagine paper with no empty lines?
Every word
is a tear that didn't escape.
Every line
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
Why was I looking at him again?
I have to tell myself to stop,
But nothing was working.
I feel like I am falling
out of the sky,
down from the highest point.
But there are always higher places.
and lower.
I am sinking into a world
that is too hot and crowded.
I've been thinking about what it'd be like to wrtite a song, but that'd be kind of hard to do with nothing to play it on.I quit piano lessons in the third grade after two years because I'd had enough,
A kiss for show
A kiss to feel
Shows me how you feel
One on top
Another on the bottom
Right in the middle
Where it stops no
One knows
Listen to the sound
Of the whisper of angels
As they sing the angels song
Happy are they
On wings of love they fly
Spread upon the sky
With colors of array
They do sway
As I put my clarinet together
Blowing air through my horn to fill my instrument
I start to feel the vibrations on my finger tips
Putting my heart and soul into each note
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
I find myself insecure when I look at myself without any editing.
I'll feel as if I am discrediting...
..as I compare myself to other girls,
I believe that I am not beautiful to the whole-wide world.
Girl let me tell you that i've been on the road though
Singing songs of how I miss you
A boat load
Like a Scarlet Lake she sits
Pondering the mysteries of life
Looking up at the universe
people will never recognized a simple girl.
who is like other girls, simple as a paper flower.
who really is nothing compare to the real flowers.
whose color and petals are different from others.
Thinking about my goals,I feel very oriented to think about my soulAl l I know is I can’t be home
Get to walking
Not a lot of talking
Around these students, education roams
The most connected of all domes
Emory aren't we saying we are connected as a community
The intensity of every beat of my heart
electrifies when we depart.
You have been gone for so many years
over this time I shed so many tears.
This emptinessI feel in my chest
You said to me, "I am Lost"
So I etched the constellations
in every freckled part of my skin,
so you would always know where you came from
when you traced your fingers across my hips.
Games of the heart are not easily won.
Is there victory when the battle is done?
Loss of blood will occur on both sides.
They aren't just scars
They are demons
I fought at 00:00
They are my insecurities
My deepest fear
And my lonely nights
They are my insults
I have recieved and the
Emotion I can't contain
And outside, life Is cold.
The trees are as bare as my bones are hollow,
and through the chains over my window
I can see the world outside-
Moving.
It's all still moving, without me.
I just wanna go back
Cause I feel like I’m in a trap
I swear it felt like a heart attack
Like I fell off track
I can feel you
I know your here
I can feel you walking around
I can feel you cooking breakfast
Your presence makes me smile
Your presence makes me cry
I'm happy.
It has taken mea very long timeto come to this point,but I’m realizing nowafter eighteen yearsof my lifethat it is okay to feel.I spent so many monthsof my life
Ladies and gentlemen gather round to see my glorious new invention!
Look at her isn't she wonderful?
See how she smiles and laughs. She seems so happy and no one could ever tell what she's really feeling.
I feel like that.
That pale greyish wisp of ash that crumbles beneath the slightest touch,
That's been consumed by a ravenous fire that first caressed
Then incinerated every fiber of it's being.
I feel like that.
This isn’t some side job
that you can pick up
whenever you have
extra seconds on
your wristwatch.
The nebulas of your eyes
are always looking,
observing each individual
Our two bodies pressed up together
The warmth from his chest seizes my body
His hands glides from my shoulder to my back and up again
I am willfully intoxicated
In love with his very touch
Love
May I lay with you?
It is not to fill in my void, gutted by loneliness.
Nor to feel a sexual pleasure.
Though I can, it would not be to tell you my life story.
It seems like,
everyone is always trying to change themselves
thinking it will change the world around them as
I used to be here,
Didn't we all.
History shows,
Powerful nations,
Always fall.
But we never worry,
Never show fear.
Just shake our fists,
And drink a beer.
No! Don't cry,
I am learning.
I am craving.
I am yearning.
And I'm caving.
I feel this desire.
Adoration.
No, I am not a liar.
Not an abomination.
I am not inferior.
The release of my emotions,
The movement of my soul,
The language of my heart,
Dance.
There are no limitations,
no expecations,
but only beautiful improvisations.
Let go, to feel
The waves crash against the shore
With so much beauty and allure
As the birds skim the water
Feel the summer sun getting hotter
To be alone, go close to dusk
Look at the moon, feel its cool touch
Love me, than don't nice things to me
Love me , than don't make I fell in to you.
Love me, than don't come to see me when you are sad.
I feel as if, if I let a tear drop my body would erratically shatter. To bite the bitterness away with coldness. To repress the said with utter and complete numbness. To shiver away the sense of alone. To drift off and never return.
In school I fake a mask of friendly satisfaction,
Feeling like a fool for three fourths of that time fraction,
Teachers just see me as a student,
To friends I'm just another face,
How does it feel to be dead?
Empt yet ull
cold yet warm
lost yet found
gone yet still here
missing yet full
living a life that' already been past.
I know what you think of me,
I don't care.
You see who I am,
you don't know.
She really cares about me,
she can't feel.
He feels the way I feel,
He doesn't hear.
I was cold and feared nothing.
I wait for death because I feel nothing.
Thought I hated everything and love nothing.
She cracked into my heart of stone now I feel something.
I remember the rain that day.That day I saved your life.
I remember the way I loved you.Without regret, never doubting.All my life.
I love you so much that I hate you, get it?
I hate you because I loved you to the point where it broke my heart
I love you because your smile made me smile
I hate you because you drained me of my happiness
Some things I just don’t want to feel
Like a hairy kiwi, a slimy banana peel
Or a crusty, flaking elephant knee
A needle-sharp stinger of an angry bee
