"recieve" poems
There are five widely known senses.
Sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste.
We've got some minor ones as well, such as balance, temperature and many more.
However, people fail to realise that there's also the sixth major sense. Thoughts themselves.
If we look closely, all these five senses have the same base. Specified cells in eye react to energy of light, cells of ear recieve energy in form of air's vibrations, skin cells pick up energy of mechanical changes, and so tasting and hearing depend on translation of certain substances' chemical energy.
These cells in different organs differ in their structure and the way they appear, however, if we stop looking at them in such small scale, we can see that ALL of the cells or organs responsible for any sense translate the energy.
So, a light enters the eye, certain wavelenght of certain energy stimulates the eye's rod or cone cells with a certain intensity. Then the energy of light is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of sight.
If it comes to smell, a certain particle enters the nose, binds to a smell receptor cell, and the chemical energy of this particle is, again, translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of smell.
Now, let's move to the crucial part. The sense of thoughts.
During the creation of thought, pathways in our brain that collect memories(and many more known or unknown pathways) connect. First, there's this spark of electricity, that moves all along the neuron and releases a dose of neurotransmitters(amount of different NTs is equiavlent to strength of this spark, basically resulting in "creating" various thoughts).
Then, chemical energy of NEUROTRANSMITTER is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which happens in the brain, creating the sensation of thought.
Therefore the 'sense of thoughts' reacts to and is stimulated by neurotransmitters themselves, with receptors on neurons' membrane being receptors of the stimulus. So, kind of like smell, the stimulus is chemical, compared to sight, where it's electromagnetic wave; anyways the result in all of these is electric impulse in neurons (hence the idea of "thoughts" as a sense, due to the same basic layout; transfer of energy).
The 'smell particle' connects to receptor and is translated to a certain amount of neurotransmitters/certain strenght of neuronal impulse. SO, again, we can see that when the first outer layer of this communication is cut off, we're left only with the neurotransmitters and impulses themselves. Anyway, the transduction of energy remains.
If it comes to "sense of thoughts" the receptor lies within us, whereas in sight or smell or touch it's external. However, does it matter if it's on the surface of skin or under it if it all comes down to neurons of our brain?
When you lie in a dark, silent room, without any external stimuli, you still retain your thoughts, colorful, vivid or complex. All the magic of the brain - still happens. So, how isn't it a separate, full-fledged sense?
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
If only I could make you feel the pain that you cause me to feel.
Do you not understand that your screams make me feel ill?
I hate that we have no real relationship,
and that you treat me like a slave.
I'm at the point where I want to run away.
It's not like you'd take action after anyways.
You'd probably enjoy the attention you'd recieve,
Take me for granted.. won't you please?
Not only do I feel alone right now,
The people who said they'd be there are finaly slipping out.
That's probably my fault though,
I trusted them too much.
Complaint after complaint.
I shouldn't have told them so much.
I guess that shows to prove that it's really just you in the end.
I've begun to vent here.
It's as if words and rhymes are my only friends.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
happiness...is everything. Happiness isnt based on money and sometimes not even on what you're doing. Its about who your with.
its about living with no regrets
And realising that a bad thing will last a few months, so who cares if he doesnt ask you out? who cares what your parents catch doing with the one who does? and who cares what anyone says about you.
Happiness is taking a risk
and it pays off
and even if it doesnt
another oppurtunity presents itself.
happiness is staying up all night with your frends.
happiness is water fights on late summer evenings.
happiness is love....lust only gives moments of happiness to the fact you cant believe you have that person...love leaves you eternally in wonder of how you ended up feeling so right.
happiness is being with your friends and wearing crazy *** hats in public
happiness is seeing a familiar face in nevr ending sea of lies.
happiness is no homework
happiness is having tickle fights with the one you love
happiness is lying in the sun looking at the clouds
happiness is doing wat you want to do
happiness is helping one another
happiness if giving all of you no matter how much you recieve in return
happiness is being able to speak your mind
happiness is knowing you have earnt all the praise you get and being able to say thank you...not going red, studying your shoelaces and bringing yourself down
happiness is confidence
happiness is working hard for something
happiness is being wateva you want and not caring what anyone says...you only get to live once..you will nevr live it down if you're on your deathbed and you realise that you've spent your whole life being what everyone else wanted you to be. living a lie
happiness is finding out who you are
happiness is coming home and your parents ask you how your day was...evn if u jst grunt back
happiness is singing in the shower as loud as you can...i mean showers hav that magical power that means no-one else can hear you...rite?
happiness is not being afraid to say someone is hot...it makes u all giggly...saying someone is good looking doesnt neccessarily mean you want them
happiness is feeling safe
happiness is feeling wanted
happiness is feeling at peace with yourself
happiness is feeling that someone always has your back
happiness is when something isnt funny..but your so happy to see someone that u cant stop smiling
happiness is that one thing you can nevr really express to someone...its like a drug, it makes you do crazy things...its make you feel ontop of the world.
this made me happy knowing that peopl will read this and feel happy
it made me happy because i made a good attempt to describe something that can nevr be completely decribed.
happiness is the one thing that keeps you going when you're like the single flowers whose colours hav turned to shades of grey
i cant explain this happiness
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
they listend to me when i said look.
they knew a meaningfull lesson i was about to shoot.
close your eyes and visualize your dreams for before you know it they ll become real.
expand your mind and free your soul and all your problems shall be solved.
never forget to stay positive. all the bad things are relative.
focus on your health and stay fit and watch your life take a lift.
sing this song and feel the beat for freedom is what we seek
trust your intuitions and praise the lord and all the answers will come to your door.
seek love in everything and you ll see the love in all the living
never forget what really matters health family friends and animals.
be yourself and seek your pleasures but if you abuse it you 'll lose this treasure.
trust me when i say be patient life isnt all.about.gold and diamonds.
In the right time you will recieve just the information that you need.
thats if ofcourse you chose the right path,if you didnt your actions wont last.
find laughter in everything. fun is the only medicine.
life is hard so be carefull dont rush things and stay in focus. for what you miss wont be retrieved.
love the children and never lie to them for the truths lies in their heart to the end.
take your emotions seriously. behind them hides life's mistery.
seek romance but in balance stay independent and love again.
dont fight people for energy, others sources give it to you for free.
send energy to those who need for giving is the greatest act indeed.
words of Harfouchism
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Life is a rose
Sometimes it showers you in its petals
Sometimes it makes you grab it by the thorns
But even when you bleed the rose is still the prettiest gift you'll ever recieve
My favorite flower will always be the radiant sunflower,
But my life sprouts from the seed of a rose
And I may never be as tall or happy as a sunflower
But I still refuse to walk away from the sun
The beams like glitter dancing off a dream
A dream I'm too small and scared to reach
I am not afraid of being and accepting who I am
This little garden patch grows despite going through the harshest summers, dryest droughts, and most desperate winters
Other roses wilt and wither away
I make this garden shine with the sunflowers in my eyes
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
They're all telling you to be strong,
when we're all hurting.
You see, I'm not the type of girl that just accepts sadness,
I'm the type of girl that wants to overcome it.
I want to honor the God who created me,
and try to be brave.
But oh, how hard life can be sometimes.
The expectations they hold,
sometimes it feels like they're asking for perfection.
I try so hard,
oh so hard.
How hard it is to be brave.
Because when the hurt we recieve,
we show it in return.
We've hurt ourselves by hurting others.
What would it be like to be loved by someone in the most perfect way?
We're all so capable of it.
But so many of us have been hurt,
we've forgotten how to be brave.
We've ignored it, and submitted to what every other person has done.
You see, I don't think it's because we don't want to be brave.
I feel like we don't know how to.
We don't know how to make our fake smiles into genuine smiles even on the worst days.
We don't know how to look at a horrible situation and realize how God might be saving us from something even harder.
We can't look at the people who have hurt us and be able to forgive them.
You see, bravery isn't just an act of heroism.
It's the unimaginable.
The act of love,
Putting others first.
We've forgotten how to be brave.
Let's be brave.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
Notes passed,
Check yes,
fingers crossed,
Heart against chest,
Stomach in knots.
The note makes its way down the row,
And I recieve curious looks,
But my eyes are trained on your face,
As you grasp the note carefully,
Curiously opening the white sheet,
And reading my neat writting.
*When my eyes open,
You're the last image from my dream,
And when we speak,
My heart skips,
One, two, three beats.
And right befor I go to sleep,
I think of the possibilitys,
Of You and Me.
Check:
Yes No
Date me?*
Your cherry glossed lips spread
Into the softest smile
And your bright, shinning eyes
Find mine.
And I see you blush
Shy.
Beautiful.
You grasp your pencil
Scribble something down
And send it back to me
I can feel my heart
Head to feet
Pounding.
Yes
*My sweet, sweet prince
You've gained my heart
I'll take care of yours.
Love, Your Princess.*
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
Oh God you are the greatest, nothing may compare to you,
Giving, oh merciful Lord, carry happiness through
Oh the one who gives and takes, give us all that is great,
And in our times of difficulty and need, send us aid
Oh please don't let our vision fade...
We are on our way onto your straight path, righteousness is paid
You are the radiance of the heavens and the earth
So please don't let us become corrupt, from our beginning..the birth
Oh Lord, you are the only one I serve,
I turn to you with a heart, filled with love
Everytime I recieve a blessing I turn to the clouds above
Grant us a fear of you that will be a barrier between us and sin
Please don't make our destiny the hellfire.
Ruined, is what we would have been
Free us from the fire of greed
Its what makes our heart bleed,
Kindness and patience is what we need!
Oh you are forgiving...so forgive us
~ Umi
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
There is a place called Pampanga
Home of the world's famous sisig
Where people are called kapampangan
And lanterns called "Parol" are big.
Pampanga is where I live
Just outside Manila, capital of the philippines.
Joy and happiness I recieve
When I'm with my family and kin.
I wrote this one to let the world know
A place called Pampanga I call home.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
Soft, gentle, like one of the fluffy clouds of the purest heaven above,
Free of all sin, of all filth of this earth and of what a demon holds in his desire or temptation within his wicked heart of devilish instinct,
While they carry you to your last judgement they glance at you,
Seemingly so dreamlike that it must be like a legendary illusion of an infinite being, cast upon you to grant you a splendid slumbering,
You will never be able to go back again, it has been decided that it should be this way, depart now my little soul, recieve your justice,
Recall your previous self, as these angels stare at you with roaming might, spreading their wings to appear more light, carefree and pure,
See into the dreams you saught to escape, now all agony, all sin and pride, envy and majesty are burnt away to rot within their light,
The luminousity coming from these fluttering wings, is so smooth it would likely make the worldly life appear to be in a darker shade,
Tirelessly, they are free from all needs, with no need for deep sleep,
Even if you tried you would be swept away by their sheer power,
These Angels had waited to carry you; until the moment you die!
When you reach your final destination, darkness or light will be what you may recieve, or may these wings which seem to be invaluable,
Be pure, then you are worthy of carrying angel wings.
~ Umi
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
We're here
We have something like
Sixty years
To know each other
and to spend time together
To share laughter
To hug and cuddle
To smile
To cry
To grow up together
To learn
To recieve sun rays on our skin
and to drink wine
To stroll the cobblestone
To smell, see, touch, hear,
feel
To walk
To breathe
To ride a bike
To feel tired, hungry, cheerful
To talk
To observe leaves on some
windy autumn day
To connect.
And then one day
one of us will leave this place
Empty shell of body
Like robot machine
who ran out of power,
and shut off.
Blank, grey & hollow
Once filled with soul
That cheered and laughed and loved
Now we won't meet
for eternity
I will never get you back, ever.
And then the other one
will die
And then the Earth will die
and all of these atoms
once filled with all these stories,
life, love, meaning, hopes, thoughts,
will stray the cold, empty,
silent endless void
For eternity
And to think that we were there together
in this place & time
That we laughed, together,
kissed
Cried and missed
Held hands
Walked & planned
Ate food and drank
Looked into each other's eyes
We won't see each other for eternity.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
I'm so used to getting used
I now offer myself
It's a sad thing
Very depressing
They say they need me
And I'm there
But when I need them
I never recieve an answer
I'm not the pillow you can flip over and use every night
I'm not the toothbrush you use everyday
I'm not the water that you drink
But I am me
And I should not be used like an everyday thing
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
We're here
We have something like
Sixty years
To know each other
and to spend time together
To share laughter
To hug and cuddle
To smile
To cry
To grow up together
To learn
To recieve sun rays on our skin
and to drink wine
To stroll the cobblestone
To smell, see, touch, hear,
feel
To walk
To breathe
To ride a bike
To feel tired, hungry, cheerful
To talk
To observe leaves on some
windy autumn day
To connect
And then one day
one of us will leave this place
Empty shell of body
Like robot machine
who ran out of power,
and shut off.
Blank, grey & hollow
Once filled with soul
That cheered and laughed and loved
Now we won't meet
for eternity
I will never get you back, ever.
And then the other one
will die
And then the Earth will die
and all of these atoms
once filled with all these stories,
life, love, sense, hopes, thoughts,
will stray the cold, empty,
silent endless void
For eternity
And to think that we were there together
in this place & time
That we laughed, together,
kissed
Cried and missed
Held hands
Walked & planned
Ate food and drank
Looked into each other's eyes
We won't see each other for eternity.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
I've picked on all those Christmas sweaters
and the letters we recieve
I've written about Santa and the Angels
and the things we all believe
But, I have never ever written
About the food we choose to eat
I've never picked on Christmas Turkey
and all the other kinds of meat
At our house for our Christmas dinner
We'd get turkey, maybe duck
It was always something different
And it wasn't just to save a buck
One year we sat down to dinner
something different every year
we had pig, goat and chicken
and one year we sat down to deer
Birds of every sort have fed us
We've eaten things I can't describe
But, with every meal we drink a little
to **** the taste, we must imbibe
One year we had some seafood
Drumsticks there to be had by all
Octopus, was on the menu
It fell off a truck back in the fall
To tell the truth , a Christmas Turkey
Is not something that we get
I love the surprise at the table
Eating what we've not had yet
What we get, our dad runs over
most times squirrel or a deer
We get more food when he's been drinking
So we always send him out with beer
I know that we once had rabbit
Thought it could have been a cat
Another Christmas Dinner surprise
And that is all I'll say on that...
Merry Christmas...enjoy your turkey
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Morning message లా నా ధరి చేరవే .
Wakeup call లా నన్ను wish చేయవే .
Breakfast time లో నాకు పెద్ద break ఇవ్వవే .
missed calls లా నన్ను miss అవ్వకే .
Lunch call లా lovely గా recieve చెసుకుంటానే .
Busy hour లో కూడా నీతో busy గా ఉంటానే .
Supper call తో నిన్ను surprise చేయాలే .
Night minutes తో night అంతా మాట్లాడాలే .
Good night message లా నిన్ను గుర్తుచేసుకుంటానే .
Total గా నా cell అంత నీ number తో నిండాలే మరి .
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC
And I suppose that it is funny,
in a macabre sort of way
how we all forget the tale of Prometheus.
He who thought to bring gods level with men,
with a simple gift.
Yet his gift was one with no equal.
He gave mankind fire, that in turn gave us life,
and with life comes love, compassion, humanity.
But what did he recieve in return?
Thanks to his act of love
for his adopted progeny,
Prometheus was chained to a rock, destined
to die once every day.
His instestines,
set to be disgested by an eagle once a day.
His pain unrivaled,
for his original sin shed
light on our existence.
And for this, we write no songs,
we hold dear no poems,
we hallow no ground.
His flames gave birth to us,
and here we are,
choking on our own arrogance and hate.
So I suppose, that
in a sense Prometheus was the first nice guy,
who finished last.
Because being the Prometheus,
means there shall be no songs sung of you,
no poems written for you,
and you will be eclipsed by others.
Your deeds will go unloved,
your accolades will go unnoticed.
The world is a mean place,
and however cruel it is,
sometimes being and doing right
gets you nowhere.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
Come, Autumn, on September wings
Come, the quixotic aura this season brings
Welcome, the golden harvest, and its plentiful reap
Welcome, turning of the foliage, falling to paint
golden streets
Transpire, crisp air, with your sway in timber tops
Befall us, pumpkin skies, where the sun drops
Betide to me, the lull and composure from you,
calmest breeze
Make yourself known, won't you please?
Recieve gladly, the crackling of fire beneath a silver
moon
Embrace the little things, for they will go away
soon
Welcome, fall, the enigmatic emotion as the season
starts
Welcome fall, with open hands and blithe hearts
Come, Autumn, with the romantic feelings you stir
Come Autumn, I hope to be lost in the ambience
that is her
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
I fear my dear my ****** dreams of you,
the longing for salacious contact;
the rousing impure dreams of your
naked body is dementing my soul.
Often in my dreams, I think of
myself as a vampire lusting for
your juicy young flesh.
I know one day our bodies will be
one again in heavenly blood, our
blissful coupling will float forever,
my dear sweet succulent angel.
My whole being shall mingle with
yours; only the most boundless
abandonmen can satisfy my lust
for you; for our love consists in
a mysterious fusion of our most
carnal personnal experiences.
Since your death dear one my desire
for you only increases and flourishes
my need to in twine firmly forever
with you my beloved . . .
To recieve you into my inter-most
being, and be one with you till
eternity is all I long for now.
I know you are an apparation that
has deranged my spirit; but please
dear do not resist my satonic
passionate dreams of you, for I
would die so that we could feed
on each other, on each other alone.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
I love baseball.
The smell of the grass, the crack of the bat, the pop of ball hitting mitt.
I love baseball.
The friendship, the camaraderie, the seed shells littering the ground.
I love baseball.
From behind home plate, to the on deck circle, to the bullpen in right center field.
I love the fist bumps I recieve, entering the dug out after a well placed sac-bunt.
I love the hollers and cheers when the ball flies over the fence.
I love seeing the other players and knowing they love the same things as me.
Standing on the top step of the dug out, impatiently waiting for my spot in the lineup.
I love watching my shortstop tag out runner after runner.
I love my pitcher hitting his spots and I love our left fielder diving for pop flies.
I love catching and blocking ***** in the dirt.
I love the bruises I find on my body after every game.
I love keeping my foot on home plate before throwing over to first on a double play.
I love seeing the lights and hearing the cheers, knowing they're for me, my team, my sport.
I love baseball.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
there are two sides to every one sided story
yours and yours
you're always ugly when it ends
not so pleasent
grammatically incorrect
not so great
perfectly imperfect in every way
your words dont cut
they slice small parts of my ****** ego
bringing me down to earth
touching basis with home base
why are you mean?
why do you have to hurt me the way you do?
you waste so much energy and recieve nothing in return
feuling the fire
burning this forest we've tried so hard to create
so, yes we must finally part the red sea we made
and divide these piles evenly
and learn to embrace the world without eachother
because thats the way it was meant to be
you and i seperately
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
My words now float
up
to space
and then down to you
in a digital prayer, while
my flesh streaks
down
I-5 with grass seeds
in my hair
and paint on my face.
My soul isn't to be found though,
but of course
no ones' ever was
so i can't lodge any new complaints
into our ledger.
I think of you
and i think of whales
and a spider
braving a crawl space
in an attic that may only hold
starvation.
We're all insane;
there is no debate
on that,
but i fear i might be
growing saner
as i lose things to say,
so i have started
not to speak.
Instead
i try correspondence with the wind
but i only recieve changes
in air pressure
as a reply.
This drove Dostoevsky
under-
ground,
but it makes me want to run
to you:
yes to bare feet
and snow
and the prospect
that something was actually waiting
for us
on that blanket.
Now the sun begins
to rise
but the billboard lights are still on
despite the slumber
of the theme parks.
Soon they will wake
and lines
will spontaneously form
out of forged courtesy
and habit,
but i will wonder
when i can sleep
in your arms
under
a January snow
again.
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 7:39 PM UTC
i think a lesson we all need to learn
is that you need to love
selflessly,
expecting no return.
love fearlessly
on a big scale,
climb moutains
cross oceans
for those that make you feel
like warm breezy summers
and pure joy.
you can't light someone up
like a cigarette,
just to take a drag
and stomp them out.
expect nothing,
and you will recieve
plenty.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
My heart is a battlefield with wounds that healed, but they left behind a phantom pain.
and the heart I was given was not only sewn to my sleeve, but tattooed across my forehead.
I've always considered myself a walking door mat.
and the feet that step on me are wearing stilettos.
Leaving behind holes that patch over, but they're still empty underneath.
I've had words thrown at me that I couldn't even grasp,
because they were too sharp to hold.
I've been stabbed in my back, but in my front too.
With secret lovers and evil internet affairs.
I've fallen in the deepest of love...
and was always left feeling betrayed in the end
when I was doing nothing but giving,and in return I was given back my heart,
as it had been torn from my chest and broken to pieces.
And I was left alone with this bleeding *****
Only to put it back where it belongs, just to jump off of the same cliff again.
And I'd always end up where I've always been.
Just loving too deep to recieve in return...
But here I am, I am loving you.
forever is my biggest dream,and love is my ultimate weakness...
which means I'll never stab you in the back...
because when I say that all I need is you,
My heart means it.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 4:46 PM UTC
At least the sunset is pretty,
The way i want to be.
At least it shines with warmth,
Instead of cold stares i recieve,
But it'll end,
Disappear,
Leave me like they all did,
And my life will end with the sunset,
In the last rays of its warmth.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC