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Carl D'Souza Aug 2019
Is there joy
in noticing the details of experience?
For example:
When I encounter a flowering tree
I enjoy noticing
all the colours, shapes, sizes and textures
of every flower,
every leaf,
every fruit,
every branch,
and the bark of the trunk too;
Then I have enjoyed
experiencing the flowering tree!
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
Is there a basic joy
in experiencing
every experience
which I experience?
Is there joy in sights:
colour, shape, size, patterns?
Is there joy in sounds:
loud, soft, tone, pitch?
Is there joy in touch:
hard, soft, rough, smooth?
Is there joy in smell and taste:
salty, sweet, pungent, tangy?
sage short Dec 2018
My prayers to whoever will listen when it’s passed my curfew
Overpowering patchouli smelling wrists that make me feel earthy
And new
How my heart skips a beat at every video of a sunrise with low-fi music in the background
My desire to take pictures of everything I find beautiful
And speechless
My hidden struggles of tear-stained pillows and a hint of yesterday's mascara
Pages unread in books I’ve mistreated and put down because things got in my way
Including myself
My fascination with everything and never feeling fulfilled when I’m learning
The overwhelming feeling I get from waking up as a human on this ship
Called home
Preaching my positivity and hoping anyone will listen
Wanting to help every creature who walks this planet
Even the voiceless
My fear of failure and death
But my love for living and experiencing
Intertwined chaotically
The fear of missing out because I got nine hours of sleep
The fear of missing out because I can’t afford to go to France
The fear of missing out because everyone else is beautiful
The fear of not being myself
The fear of never finding myself
The fear that I am myself
And more
Em Jan 2018
I have sunsets on my cheeks.
Blushing roses
and pinks.
I have flowers in my hair.
Blooming,
growing with me.
I am a wanderer
around my life.
Navigating
who I am
and who I want to be .
I wonder what
the seed of the maple knew
Before he was told
to be a tree.
Anneke Feb 2015
I want to get lost
in the moment
and the adventure.

I want to lose everything around me
to find

myself.

What is the point
of everything I have done
when it's not something
I am head over heals in love with?

I want to lose everything around me
to find

myself.

Everything is within grasp
but clenching my fist
and not letting the dream
slip
right through my fingers
is the hardest thing in the world
to do.

I want to lose everything around me
to find

myself.

But how can I lose everything
in the wrong setting,
in the wrong circumstances,
and in the wrong way?

I want to lose everything around me
to find

myself.

It's a taste so mouthwatering
it burns,
which I can't remove
and don't want to.

I need to lose everything around me
to find
**myself.
myrrh Aug 2014
Feel It
Breathe It
This Can't Be Real
Can You Believe It?

See It
Dream It
There's No Stopping You
No One Can  Tell You What To Do

Experiencing It
Become It
This Is Your Life
Don't Cause Any Strife

Progress Yourself
Commit Yourself
Try Your Best
Don't Talk About Failure
Dont Even Jest
Ivy Leigh May 2014
Body against body
heavy breathing
your hand glides across my skin
barely touching the surface
trying to create a ripple effect into my soul.

Of course while you're focusing on that we weren't kissing.
Multitasking isn't that easy so I'm left with unmoving lips pressed to mine
and I lie there hoping that I could get turned on half as much as you are.
Not that I don't like you like that
I guess I don't
like you
like
that?

He's just inexperienced!
Yea that must be it.
I can tell by the way he fumbles with finding a good position
or the way he paws at my *******
or how he never seems to be able to find my ******* ******.
unfinished as well

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