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...
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
_emotions_ left no _senses_ left no _physical_ action left i lie a _life_less husk then, hope feels with pity they send me a gift one small shred of my _mind_ i _realize_ that there is one thing nothing can take: the world i shall
[TF] Seventeen Marbles
Pure white fur, no mishmash of neon stains or strange symbols. snow-coloured tail, as fluffy as the heavy-duty feather dusters i resort to using for the biggest messes.
Horse Sense: The Challenge
Since i have no children of my own and the last of my bloodline, you the readers will now be the ones to be immersed in these experiences.
Part 1--Sense Of Fashion
That makes sense. it really puts a cap on the whole..." i make a vague gesture. "i don't want to say 'illusion,' but..." "no, 'illusion' is accurate. i kinda like it--almost like it's a magic act. ta-daa!"
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.
Horse Sense and Dragon Tales
A femalegod makes more sense to me, but there has never been empirical evidence toconfirm or deny the presence of such a power. magic can be measured, sunlightcan be measured, rainfall, the seasons, life, death; they can all be observedand measured.
Senses Fail Those in Hell
The heat seems to lick my eyes, jumping in My soul, boiling my mind like the meat it Has been, useless like matrimony, sin. The smell of butane fills the air, my brain, Holes driven in my skin, my dark blood drips On the floor, the beat that...
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
There is a voice inside myself that no one else can hear it shouts and screams all day through hoping to be heard. there's also someone inside myself that no one else can see they run and jump hysterically trying to be seen.