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Maria Etre Dec 2016
I surrendered my senses
to every word
that left your mouth
and landed
on my lips
silencing
all sense
of doubt
Tashea Young Dec 2016
What is it to have eyes but cannot see,
Ears but cannot hear,
A brain but cannot think,
A nose but cannot smell,
A mouth but cannot speak,
A tongue but cannot taste,
Hands but cannot touch,
A heart but cannot feel......

You can't come to your senses when you are senseless.
Its kinda like being placed in a war blindfolded and left to fight defenseless.
You cant see them when they are coming,
And you dont know where you're going.
You are Slumbering and Unaware that you are existing in a state of being Unconscious,
While The Most High Is Declaring his presence Among us
Once you Awaken to the truth your senses will become active.
Your soul and vibes become attractive
Will Ignorance continue to hold you Captive.
Or will Choose The Divine Authentic Truth That's life changing, Powerful, and massive.
I wasnt sure about this one its way different than what i usually right but I keep hearing to write it anyways so Heres goes nothing
Tiffany Scicluna Nov 2016
Sun, Wind, Rain,
Are such a powerful source,
We tend to forget,
To forget,
That these are,
What give us life,

That sun,
that burns our skin,
Yet lights up,
Our day,
The sun without which,
Our eyes won't see,

That fierce wind,
We feel,
On our lips,
That light breeze,
That caresses our cheeks,

That cold showery rain,
Dripping on our skin,
That makes us tremble,
With such cold

The skies that cries along with us,
For a world whose beauty we're taking away.
look into the mirror
what do you see?
someone who's lost faith in humanity
and themselves
touch your skin
what do you feel?
cuts and hair i don't need
stop and listen
what do you hear?
someone crying, there goes a tear
in your mouth
what do you taste?
salty tears but that's not always the case
breathe through your nose
what do you smell?
i can't...nose is stuffed...oh well
idk
Francie Lynch Nov 2016
I've a lingering scratch
In the throat,
An irritation
As I spoke;
I coughed, I choked,
And spewed out the last
Off-coloured joke.

There was a ringing
In my ear,
A clappering sound
You rang for years.
I blocked and stopped
And turned away
To silence the slurs
I refuse to hear.

I've black floaters
In my eyes,
The only colour
I surmise;
Other shades now subside;
I'm looking forward
With clear brown eyes.
maxime Nov 2016
my fingertips are numb
filled with feathers that ferry no feeling
i press, i ****, i reach out for more
i know my fingers are there
they're simply just numb

my ear drums are throbbing
silence smothers them in a suffocating stillness
i strain, i scream, i yearn for a sound
i know my ears are viable
they're simply just unsound
I've been feeling scared to publish poems likely. I'm not really sure why.
Erik Jon Jensen Nov 2016
I can hear the tears in your eyes.
Is that right?
I can hear the tears in your eyes?

I must be mistaken.


Then you said,
"I can taste the thoughts in your head,"
and I knew we were the same.
Diána Bósa Oct 2016
In this downpour of
nil a blinding fog descended
and a venomous,

absinthe-mindedness wrapped all
over me, thus all of my
senses were out of order.
Si Tien Nguyen Oct 2016
I,
see the universe in her eyes,
melodies sound her voice,
******* future in her lips,

Senses.
For her
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