Not just a memory
But a stored moment in time that you savor

Not just a sound
But a wave of harmonious lyrics that tickles your eardrum

Not just a taste
But the flavor of many seasonings that bounces across your taste buds like thousands of pinballs

Not just a sight
But visual ecstasy that dilates the pupils and allows light to send blinding rays of optical bliss

Not just a feeling
But the pulsation of electrodes across the skin as it makes the thousands of hair follicles stand at attention

Take a moment to reflect and see that every day we are blessed with the gift of life...it's NOT JUST life, but it's the opportunity to hear new things, see new sights, taste new flavors, feel new feelings, and make brand new memories.

They say we can sense
hearing
smell
sight
touch
sound
taste

but what about danger?
love?
fear?

we can sense that someone is creeping up behind us
and sense that something bad is about to happen
can sense the change in the pressure in the air
and the need of someone else for a hug or kind word.

to say we have only five
is underestimating

but to say we have infinite?
we understand but few...
and that is why we teach five.

Destiny


A great happiness beheld me in mind for all eternity
Two people became as one like huge stars colliding fantastically
Light will burn forever from such energy and brighten the sky ceaselessly
In time and space change happens with a minute degree to change everything incomprehensibly
Some say only you can change your self into someone better but they are wrong as hard as we try we cannot change unless the world changes too in harmony
Like an everlasting love for one person can never change maybe the love he lost could change like nature being re-born everyday differently
I still look at the moon and think of your love was that not destiny.

wish i could feel something
wish i could see
what other's are seeing
wish i could listen
to the thing in my chest
wish i could taste
the food i wanted a few minutes ago
wish i could smell
the burning in my head

its a warning
of something worse
why don’t i care?

it feels like a lie
“i don’t care”
it feels like i’ve uttered
the unutterable
i've thought
the unthinkable
done the unforgivable

i don’t know when i killed myself
it must have happened long ago
when i wasn’t even paying attention

too busy laughing at things that aren’t funny
forcing myself to cry
when i'm alone because thats what everyone
who fakes a smile does.

and im not even sad
because the dead don’t feel pain

God this world is beautiful
those clouds weren’t made
for evil things like me

i don’t deserve the beauty i can’t appreciate
but i don’t want anything else

and i feel trapped here
because i don’t want to die
just to switch prisons

you’re crying hard
and i don’t feel a thing

you’re beautiful
and i’m not even jealous

and you’re laughing
and i just give up and stare at you
and you ask what’s wrong
“nothing” i say

and i’m not lying.

I close my eyes
to see you more clearly,
your silhouette is etched
against the back of my eye lids.

I silence my thoughts
to hear you more keenly,
your voice sings
across my barren mind.

I hold my breadth
to remember you more vividly,
your touch warms
my cold lonely heart.

Bite a strawberry in June and try to tell me you can't taste color.
A quiet lapping sea sloshes pink foam over crunchy sand seeds.
Stare at watercolors--make eye contact and listen to the breeze.
Maybe rustling trees are symphonies in green. Kiss me,
watch my heartbeat pulse and quiver, bubble through my mouth;
racing, hiccuping out heat from my throat’s abyss.
Smell my hair, breathe the sugary bonfire billowing from every pore,
pine needle goosebumps that rise and fall in Redwood symmetry.
I'll visit your grave, dragging a Santa sack of rotting flowers in my brain,
and (pretend I don’t) feel and hear and smell and see everything
and nothing all at once.

not every touch is there to scar you,

some are there to hold you

and you cannot shield yourself away out of fear that every touch is going to leave you crawling in your own skin from the itching and itching and burning and burning

because then, then you miss out on the really ******* good touches

the touches that ignite a fire inside of you that you hope keeps burning and burning and ******* burning

because it doesn't itch, somehow it soothes. it burns and it soothes and you've never felt anything like it and there are no scars, just a house on fire and every time a window smashes the exhilaration and adrenaline and exhilaration and adrenaline pours out of you and into you all at the same time.

fireworks do not compare to the explosion of endorphins, ramshackled and rummaging through you.

not every touch is there to scar you,

some are there to hold you.

They say love's a beauty
But beauty's at the beholders'
They swear the heart's not a bone
Why then does it get to be broken

The lover becomes the unloved
Laughters into happily never afters
Sweet dreams to sleepless nights

Can someone please tell me how
I'm just coming to the realization
That one plus one can never be one?

Mind for lease;
Heart's up for sale
Lock up my senses too
And every feeling, without bail.

.....I miss having your lips on mine
and your hips on mine.
     The echo of you
on me,
lives on in all my senses
     in memory