Poem #33: The Senses
#33 of poetry a poem about how the five senses (and speech) are things that are important in life, but not as important as the "sixth sense"; emotion.
Poem #30: Sight
_Sight_ The eyes are a portal to the soul Capable of lies and of truth Clarity of mind Presented for all to see Through seeing Chemical imbalance displayed Emotions of the soul Defined by who And why as well Seen by the observer Silence...
Poem #38: Perception
_Perception_ I don t know what I _feel_ Is what I _see_, sight? Is what I hear, Is what I _hear_ sound? The _words_ all fall apart Inside my mouth Yet I cannot _taste_ them Cannot _touch_ them And then I feel my _nose_ fracture Into pieces,...
Synesthesia
We're all trying to make sense of it. perhaps those who can trace the topography of a smell see it more clearly than the rest of us.
5 Senses of Blue
_I see the waves crashing against the oars, I see the great whale's awesome might,_ _I see bright skies falcons soar,_ _I see sharp smile of frostbite. _ _I hear the croak of a dart frog,_ _I hear the dry smash of fallen clay,_ _I hear the...
Senses
by nightshade "daddy." my ears flicked at the sound. i stopped the movement of my fingers over the page and smiled towards the scent of my son. "hey tiger, arent you supposed to be in bed?" the soft padding of his feet reached me and i felt his tiny...
---In-no-sense---
Wanted to write something relating from a civilians views during War times. Here's a bit, from a kids point of view. War... As the trucks go by filled with faces never seen before Ships arrive by the hundreds all along the sea shore Each...
Senses
Every sense natalie had seemed to get stronger. the smell of jenny grew stronger; the feel of the leather bonds and the pain from the pins grew. a finger was inserted into her mouth.
Senses
And the last of the senses that sasuke could indulge... for another two months, of course.
Quickie Freestyle Two: Use the Senses
i wish you could see how much you mean to me i know you can feel it but can you hear it? can you see it? how much it pains me how much i insanely try to do differently for you you'd think im a nice guy, but im not you'd...
Sense of Self
It was a pit in your stomach, from some strange sense of anticipation. anticipation of what? you shook yourself out a little and flicked on the light. there was someone standing in your apartment.
A feast for the senses
Part of him knew he always had a choice, that he never truly lost control over his senses, but relinquished it willingly when a similar situation taught him the taste of heat.