Love is of the senses
All six of them
Some think it's only recognised
When you feel it in your heart
This is mostly true
But the other senses contribute
You can't leave them out
My mother's cookies.
I love them.
I truly do
But I love them mostly
With my taste buds
Colors.
I wouldn't be who I am
Without colors.
But I love them mostly
With my eyes
My friends.
They mean more to me
Than anyone could understand
And this is where most people define love
The love I have for my friends
Is similar to the one I have for my family
Unconditional
Indescribable
And even when they're gone
They're still there
In your heart
Where you feel the love you have for them.
And that's how you know love
When they're around
You enjoy their presence as much as anything else
You savour all the memories
Make them into jokes that only you understand
But even if you like having someone around
You have inside jokes
Memories
It's not love if you don't feel it.
Feel. Understand. Love.
With all your senses.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 4:19 PM UTC
I do not know how you see
A peeing puppy you want me to be
But I would rather have big feet
And a long tail on my seat
A pouch to hold my things
Puppies
You can always find them peeing
Ah wanna be a f***ing kangaroo
But because of stupid puppy lovers like you
My dreams'll never come true
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 4:20 PM UTC
I feel like I'm running
But I have nowhere to go
The last thing I wanted to do
Was leave
But my mind
Was made up
I had to get out
The phrase
it's not you, it's me
could work
If I felt like being nice
it's not me, it's you.
Would be a lot more accurate
Because I did nothing
You don't beat me
You don't bruise me
But you do torture me
When you don't speak
Your words made us last
But now that they're gone
There's no place for me
Anymore
A simple I love you
With a serious tone
Yet sweet
Went a long way
But something
Made you stop
Please come back
I miss who you used to be
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
Poems are not always a rhyme
as a lot of people can tell
because trying to find a rhyme for every word
can put someone through hell
I prefer the kinds
that do not rhyme
they seem to be deeper
though they might not always
flow
as nice
they tend to grab me
pull me in
make me thing
and examine
Poems don't have to be nice
Poems don't have to be sweet
Poems are your thoughts
actions
words
Poems are you
Poems are expression
in one of many forms
Poems are whatever you make them
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 4:15 PM UTC
Why do I write these words
Type these words
Think these words?
Because I know not how else to say
The things I think
Somehow this language
These rhymes
These pauses
These emotions
Have the power
To make someone think
Deeply
Into themselves
To find meaning
In everyday life
Whatever that meaning might be
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 4:09 PM UTC
We met in such
A different way
Not like many others
We were dares
to approach you
The taker would be paid three dollars
So the friend to my left
Gave in finally
She ran up and startled you
Then walked away swiftly
Which left only you
And me
You looked so confused
I though it only right
That I explain what
had occurred
So I took a seat beside you
And tried to keep my train
Of thought going
In one direction
But the tracks ahead became
Blurred
As we continues
To talk and question
I felt more at ease
Like I've known you
Forever
I felt strangely pleased
My train escaped again
And again
When I looked at you
You sent my mind
Into the future
With visions of me
And you
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 8:57 AM UTC
You would think
I'd feel unloved
Because I'm always against the ground
But in fact
I prefer this view
It's quite nice if you know where to look
Most would see
The filth
The grime
The chaos
But I see
The textures
The colors
The secret passageways
The places leading nowhere
And everywhere
You never know
Where we'll go
Or what we'll see
But I manage to see things
Differently
Maybe it's because
My speed is faster
Than yours
Everything passes
In a flash
The world seems different
When you're right
On
The
Ground
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 8:51 AM UTC
I don't know how easy this is
For you to understand
But the butterflies go crazy
When I only hold your hand
You make my heart soar
To brand new heights
And I want to be with you
Through all the cold nights
I've never felt this way
About anyone I know
I've heard it in a song
But your heart is my home
Love
You're so far away from me
And I wish you'd never leave
But when the clock strikes that fateful time
I'll have to heave a sigh
And say "goodnight" this time
Because even though you'll leave my presence
I know that you will always be mine
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 6:32 PM UTC
I'm trapped
Inside a house
With a million
Rooms
But behind
Some doors
Only darkness
Looms
Every room I
Enter
Is a chapter
Of my life
But it's always
A gamble
When there was
A lot
Of strife
Ever had
A day
You wanted to last
Forever?
Well in this house
Days never end
Ever.
But the room
You enter
Makes all the
Difference
But all the doors look
The same
Nothing varied
In their appearance
A place like this
Would drive most people
Crazy
But it's
A constant reminder
Of how I've been
So lazy
The thing I like
Most of all
Is the space
Between
The Door and
The wall
The door frame
Is the best place
Of all
It reminds me how old
I was
And even
How tall
But my only
Wish
Is to go back
In my past
To fix all the bad
I have to relive
So I can make good times
Last
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 5:34 PM UTC
*The boy across the room
He thinks you're really sweet
Why don't you go say "hi?"
Because you are too shy.*
He gets up out of his seat
And starts to come my way
I feel my face turn hot
And I hope he has something to say
But then he stops short
To talk to the girl in front
I bury my face in my book again
Trying to hide a grunt
But that's when he walks away
And towards me once again
And that's when I remembered
That girl's his cousin!
I get flustered again
He's coming down the isle
Then he looks me in the eye
And smiles that god-sculpted smile
I'm positive this time
He's coming for me
But I can't look away
What's wrong with me?!
But still
I don't know what he wants
My mind is racing
Is he going to ask me out?
Are we going to start dating?
That's when he leans close
And whispers in my ear
"Can I borrow a pencil?"
"Yeah.... Here.."
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 5:21 PM UTC