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And that’s the thing with sensitive people.
They notice the world how it’s meant to be,
not how everyone think it is.
The world is beautiful.
It’s good.
Just like people.
Every single one of us.
They’re the one’s with the big hearts.
Who constantly live wiping their tears away
caused by all the sensations that overwhelm them
even in simple occasions.
Yea that’s the thing with sensitive people.
They feel what others pretend isn’t there.
They see the true beauty behind all this ugliness.
And the true pain that people attempt to hide
behind their awfulness.
They get every inch of true emotion
that lies beneath all their shattered pieces.
They comprehend the world in a way
others could never ever picture.
So breathtakingly beautiful
and sorry together.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Peter Tanner Feb 2015
I am a man, this is so
I am tall, I am broad
I am seen as untouchable,
immune to hurt
This is not true
Under the muscle
Under the broad shoulders of this man
there sits a sensitive heart
It sits there unrecognized by many
Many that do not know,
that what they say hurts
"It will just glance off him" they think
But in truth, it strikes to the very core
They do not know of my tear stained pillow
They do not know of my heartbreak,
The isolation that welcomes me
They think they know me but they don't
They do not really know my manly but *sensitive heart
There are those who are sensitive but nobody knows, even those closest to them. Try to be kind to all those who you are in contact with for who knows. They may be sensitive, when nobody else knows.
Fi Jan 2015
SMASH

your porcelain armour
and toothpick bones
mine was scarlet few times
too many
control overwhelms me
do i swallow your universe whole
to save my long gone pride
as you were once mine
my universe and nothing less

or more

or do i do
what i wish you had done for myself
once upon a time
hold your hands through the eggshell mesh
and nurse your toothpick bones
Amitav Radiance Jan 2015
With every word
You give away
A piece of your heart
Precious than
Anything created
By mankind
Your lips give away
Your inner feelings
Genuine and pristine
This empty heart
Went looking for love
Never sure
Of finding the treasure
But your words
Fill every coffer of my heart
You trusted the wanderer
Saw through disheveled looks
Your hands in mine
The first precious words
Conveyed the innermost feelings
Wanderer felt tired
And wanted this to be his resting place
Now, and after this life
Forever
Oratile Maroro Jan 2015
I said I'm sorry,
Now please be okay.  
See tomorrow I'm going,
Talk to me, My Lady...

Being saying this for so long,
I don't know if you're doing It on purpose,
but it could be turned
Into a song.

Trying to be strong, but it's not helping,
I know I'm late, but clearly everyone,
Can relate.
The fact that I said I'll be there at 19h30,
But came around eight.
Is wrong.

My apology,
See I'm sorry.
Ethelrider Please forgive me,
I know it happened not once but twice.
But life is a gamble,
Depends on who's holding the Dice.

My Car had a flat tire,
So I had to stop.
After I looked for my keys everywhere,
Only to find out they are on my car,
But on top.

Bae, Please listen to my reasons,
I've got no excuses
It's summer but I'm freezing
This is one serious season.
communication will lead us to glory
I Love You, and simply I'm sorry :(
Tried everything but she's still mad, ****!!
Partially pretending, Pieces previously presented prevailed

because

queued, quiet, quotes & questions, question

my train of thought

O.Q-N
*
color buff..honey, mellow
sandy beach
soft 'n creamy
golden yellow

cascading the horizon 
rising to take flight
illuminous
radiant desert
in full moons sight

soft curves flowing
bending in
to roll out
over muscles
planes, ridges
territories
luscious, full, round

breath of air brings coolness
with it's gentle touch
warmth settles down
soft, relaxing
cloak wrapped 'round

my skin is my protector
the space I live within
the most
vulnerable part of me
exposed for all to see

so soft, luscious to the touch
sensitive beyond compare
holds memories, desires
of moments
wondrous
exquisite shares


Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
My Skin
I Wanna a Man that wants Me
Laying in his bed 
Soft curls nestled
just beneath his head
Long legs wrapped
'round Mine
holding me tight
Pulling us down into the
soft nest of night

In His strong soft arms I would lay
Till morning meets the misty break of day.

I Need a Man that loves the way
I smell, taste and breath
Cares for what I want
Considers what I need
Enjoys the way I form my thoughts
Listens to my dreams

I Wish a Man that accepts me
My peculiar ways.
treats like I am precious
In his strong arms I would Lay
Till morning kisses meet
The misty break of day

I Dream of a Man capable
accepting love from Me
Enjoys the way I touch His skin
Knows how Good things can be

Most of all I want a Man
That wants to be loved too
A Man that never
hesitates to say
"Woman, I Love You"


Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
I Wanna Man
SexGoddess4U Nov 2014
You really should try and be nice.
I couldn't believe someone actually said that..I had to read it twice.

If you dont like my words or they strike a vein.
Quit while your ahead and go mask your pain.

Being mean to some one you dont know is pretty lame.
I am here for me and not to play your childish game.
Some people should really chill out and not take things so seriously. Its only WORDS!
Gabrielle Ayoub Oct 2014
During the struggle, love can pull us up
When comfort and warmth can’t be found, we can still reach for love
Because in the end, it shows us the way
But what is love exactly? Love might be a dream, a silent reverie
It might be everyone’s fate. Or is it nothing but an illusion?
Love remains a theme dearest to poets' hearts
Whom will never stop intriguing us
With their various styles and love readings.
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