"sensetive" poems - Hello Poetry

Every since I can remember I have thought it was a trap. . I remember my grandpa teaching me how to shave with the cap on the razor, I just went through the motions .. Playing in the dirt and plowing the field made me happy. I ran around the house in long shorts and no shirt My hair was never to be fixed up You never would catch me in a dress if I could help it . Bows were never the things I wanted to wear Once I started to develop I was told to wear a shirt at home, I couldn't understand it. I just wanted to be like my brother. There is just the thing, everyone wanted me to be more like my sister. . For a few short dreadful years I had to play my role as a girl. Why I asked myself why did this happen to me? Would I ever get to be who I was supposed to be? How could this be?. What did I do to deserve this? Could I fix this if I try? But Mama I'm not attracted to a guy I would say She would be furious all I knew was I could try to make her better. I just had no emotion for quite some time. Only few selects got me through that rough time. But what is it, why did this happen to me? I wasn't switched at birth, but simply didn't develop right. I'm missing some of my parts, you gave me the wrong ones. These arent what feels right and it hurts, why do people stare? Please sir, No sir, Thank you sir, yes it's joy everytime I hear it, but why can't it always be those? Is it really to hard to have given them 2 sons and 1 daughter, then it could of been she's just the favorite because she's a girl. Why couldn't you have made me who I was meant to be?. The guy that I know I really am, the guy who treats woman with respect, the guy who is kind and polite, the guy who has manners when the time is right, the guy who repects all who repects him, the guy who has a sensetive side, the guy who is just one of guys, the guy who all girls wish they had ( yes I have been told this many of times) , the guy who always finished last due to a big factor of all the parts being wrong. Thankfully I found the girl who would love me for who I am no matter the luggage I carry. Hurting On The Inside, The perfect guy trapped in a female body.

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC

bringlandonthehorizon

Please Dont Stop and Stare

Every since I can remember I have thought it was a trap. . I remember my grandpa teaching me how to shave with the cap on the razor, I just went through the motions .. Playing in the dirt and plowing the field made me happy. I ran around the house in long shorts and no shirt My hair was never to be fixed up You never would catch me in a dress if I could help it . Bows were never the things I wanted to wear Once I started to develop I was told to wear a shirt at home, I couldn't understand it. I just wanted to be like my brother. There is just the thing, everyone wanted me to be more like my sister. . For a few short dreadful years I had to play my role as a girl. Why I asked myself why did this happen to me? Would I ever get to be who I was supposed to be? How could this be?. What did I do to deserve this? Could I fix this if I try? But Mama I'm not attracted to a guy I would say She would be furious all I knew was I could try to make her better. I just had no emotion for quite some time. Only few selects got me through that rough time. But what is it, why did this happen to me? I wasn't switched at birth, but simply didn't develop right. I'm missing some of my parts, you gave me the wrong ones. These arent what feels right and it hurts, why do people stare? Please sir, No sir, Thank you sir, yes it's joy everytime I hear it, but why can't it always be those? Is it really to hard to have given them 2 sons and 1 daughter, then it could of been she's just the favorite because she's a girl. Why couldn't you have made me who I was meant to be?. The guy that I know I really am, the guy who treats woman with respect, the guy who is kind and polite, the guy who has manners when the time is right, the guy who repects all who repects him, the guy who has a sensetive side, the guy who is just one of guys, the guy who all girls wish they had ( yes I have been told this many of times) , the guy who always finished last due to a big factor of all the parts being wrong. Thankfully I found the girl who would love me for who I am no matter the luggage I carry. Hurting On The Inside, The perfect guy trapped in a female body.

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Those hot peppers you feed me tsssss all the way down smoke is in the intestines and esophagus have you punched me? i am sore. and caffine i am woozy from you a wooden ship on rough seas rocky swallowed enough air for zeppelins under your shirt hides a fleshy balloon have I wronged you? i am sensetive and vengeful

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Feb 4, 2013

Feb 4, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC

liz-paola

stomach.

Those hot peppers you feed me tsssss all the way down smoke is in the intestines and esophagus have you punched me? i am sore. and caffine i am woozy from you a wooden ship on rough seas rocky swallowed enough air for zeppelins under your shirt hides a fleshy balloon have I wronged you? i am sensetive and vengeful

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I'm sitting here alone On the edge of the huge stone Can't believe you're already gone Nothing better without your tone I miss everything about you I wish I could hold your hand once again I didn't meant to hurt you Hurting you has never been my duty You were everything I had We enjoyed every peace of moment we had together Our hearts were connected You were the only girl who Had a Love I needed I felt my true self around you Found Myself doing crazy stuff You were like"oh my mizzy" and gives me a baby kiss That the moment I held your hands Hug you tight and, and lifts you up It's felt awesome ,you somehow liked it. People around us were all against us They didn't recognized our future as bright But i always saw brightest light For our precious future We had too many dreams We wanted to fulfill It all shaded away in a matter of seconds I sometimes refer Love as a tree A tree which grow in a very sensetive place "A heart" When it grows larger it's roots are being Circulated all over the place When someone removes it It's roots left behind Its than intend to live in your heart forever Thats how painful love can be We drafted a novel Its failed throgh the power of evil We needed a fuel Happiness was our aim It all down the drain It no longer on our vain I wanted it to remain Forever on our empty hearts I don't know why I'm doing this My feelings led me to this I was making mistakes You never let it got to your Attention You were pretending like Nothing happened You never held grudges for me Our Love was like ever Floating river Made of silver Its felt great, ever I wanted it to lasts forever No other One could give me the genuine love like yours You remain the best ex girlfriend I can write bunch of pages There plenty of images Running through my mind The sweet memories we had How could I ever flash them On my mind This is somehow an ever floating Love I wish you all the best on Your life journey You'll always be good to me.

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC

sabelo-gasa

EVER FLOATING LOVE

I'm sitting here alone On the edge of the huge stone Can't believe you're already gone Nothing better without your tone I miss everything about you I wish I could hold your hand once again I didn't meant to hurt you Hurting you has never been my duty You were everything I had We enjoyed every peace of moment we had together Our hearts were connected You were the only girl who Had a Love I needed I felt my true self around you Found Myself doing crazy stuff You were like"oh my mizzy" and gives me a baby kiss That the moment I held your hands Hug you tight and, and lifts you up It's felt awesome ,you somehow liked it. People around us were all against us They didn't recognized our future as bright But i always saw brightest light For our precious future We had too many dreams We wanted to fulfill It all shaded away in a matter of seconds I sometimes refer Love as a tree A tree which grow in a very sensetive place "A heart" When it grows larger it's roots are being Circulated all over the place When someone removes it It's roots left behind Its than intend to live in your heart forever Thats how painful love can be We drafted a novel Its failed throgh the power of evil We needed a fuel Happiness was our aim It all down the drain It no longer on our vain I wanted it to remain Forever on our empty hearts I don't know why I'm doing this My feelings led me to this I was making mistakes You never let it got to your Attention You were pretending like Nothing happened You never held grudges for me Our Love was like ever Floating river Made of silver Its felt great, ever I wanted it to lasts forever No other One could give me the genuine love like yours You remain the best ex girlfriend I can write bunch of pages There plenty of images Running through my mind The sweet memories we had How could I ever flash them On my mind This is somehow an ever floating Love I wish you all the best on Your life journey You'll always be good to me.

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The real of my imagination, i was once a disciplined child, yearned once in a life time yet had too much to ask, with too much in mind,or mind to ask, in this world of good reflection, deception and rejection that trouble or double my mind arrors, ecstacy of fantasy to better the bitter sensetive sound of m echoing solitude song, tune out the vital volme of violent voices, of selfish self preservation pleasure, crowded by cowards, who win no fair fight to those of rely on reality, no doubt of the dawn, some pursed their lips to curse, i rest my worst; ever since, to call for redeemption my protection, only God knows i want to brake free

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC

mathonsi-Welcome-bonginkosi

PORTRAIT

The real of my imagination, i was once a disciplined child, yearned once in a life time yet had too much to ask, with too much in mind,or mind to ask, in this world of good reflection, deception and rejection that trouble or double my mind arrors, ecstacy of fantasy to better the bitter sensetive sound of m echoing solitude song, tune out the vital volme of violent voices, of selfish self preservation pleasure, crowded by cowards, who win no fair fight to those of rely on reality, no doubt of the dawn, some pursed their lips to curse, i rest my worst; ever since, to call for redeemption my protection, only God knows i want to brake free

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(DRAGON SIGHT) EYES OF THE LIGHT SERPENT During the Dragon state I see that my senses have changed. This world parallel has gone through an evil destruction that only my dragon eyes can see. The plants and life that exist here are fed through a sort of wicked evil flow that is in the air and in the waters.. My dragon eyes see this to be a sort of purple and shadow black flow that reaches and touches everything.. My dragon eyes also see that this dark air and water are coming from a source far away.. (DRAGON HEARING) EARS OF THE SILENT SERPENT My dragon hearing has also kicked in.. I hear wispers of help from all over the land.. Almost as if the very ghost that may have died in this destruction are calling out to me. I noticed that when I turn my head I hear this strange chime and hum coming from where my eyes see this horrible evil gas and water emit from.. (DRAGON TOUCH) SCALES OF TOMORROW I am having a very hard time adjusting to my dragon touch.. This sense seems to be the most sensetive of them all. . Its strange.. I can feel things before they happen.. I can feel and sense the land itself.. The dirt I step on seems to be filled with a type of blood ******* beetle that would eat through human skin.. However they cannot bite or pierce my scales.. My scales are also absorbing sunlight and air.. My dragon touch is sending me signals of warning for the smallest of things. I will have to learn to decipher what is a threat and what is not a threat.. ( DRAGON SCENT ) SEPENTS VISION OF SCENT This world is filled with vile smells. No human could even bare such smells.. But to my dragon nose these smells are more like information of everything that comes through my nose. I can see what I smell even if it is not there.. amazing! The smell of the dark gas and waters are coming from a large black pillar that reaches the sky. For now thats all i can see and smell from here.. ( DRAGON TASTE ) I have yet to eat anything in this world. I am not hungry yet. Im sure there is something to my taste.. I will soon find out.. I must explore this land a bit. But I need to learn to walk right first..

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC

solaces

!!!! Dragon Sense !!!!

(DRAGON SIGHT) EYES OF THE LIGHT SERPENT During the Dragon state I see that my senses have changed. This world parallel has gone through an evil destruction that only my dragon eyes can see. The plants and life that exist here are fed through a sort of wicked evil flow that is in the air and in the waters.. My dragon eyes see this to be a sort of purple and shadow black flow that reaches and touches everything.. My dragon eyes also see that this dark air and water are coming from a source far away.. (DRAGON HEARING) EARS OF THE SILENT SERPENT My dragon hearing has also kicked in.. I hear wispers of help from all over the land.. Almost as if the very ghost that may have died in this destruction are calling out to me. I noticed that when I turn my head I hear this strange chime and hum coming from where my eyes see this horrible evil gas and water emit from.. (DRAGON TOUCH) SCALES OF TOMORROW I am having a very hard time adjusting to my dragon touch.. This sense seems to be the most sensetive of them all. . Its strange.. I can feel things before they happen.. I can feel and sense the land itself.. The dirt I step on seems to be filled with a type of blood ******* beetle that would eat through human skin.. However they cannot bite or pierce my scales.. My scales are also absorbing sunlight and air.. My dragon touch is sending me signals of warning for the smallest of things. I will have to learn to decipher what is a threat and what is not a threat.. ( DRAGON SCENT ) SEPENTS VISION OF SCENT This world is filled with vile smells. No human could even bare such smells.. But to my dragon nose these smells are more like information of everything that comes through my nose. I can see what I smell even if it is not there.. amazing! The smell of the dark gas and waters are coming from a large black pillar that reaches the sky. For now thats all i can see and smell from here.. ( DRAGON TASTE ) I have yet to eat anything in this world. I am not hungry yet. Im sure there is something to my taste.. I will soon find out.. I must explore this land a bit. But I need to learn to walk right first..

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There erupts a quarrel between the five senses, Who among them has the most significance, Is it the eye who is the perceiver? Is it the ear who is the observer? Is it the nose who is the moisturizer? Is it the skin who is the sensor? Or is it the tongue who is the taster? The Eyes says it's him who is the mightiest! He sees the beauty, perceives the stars; the shiniest! Sees the flowers, trees, bugs; even the tiniest, However, he lies, he says he sees the inner beauty, But we know, he's after the external; he's guilty! He can't see purity- limited is his duty. The ear goes next, she is the master of interpretation, She gives us pleasure, the sound of nature and it's creation, The calm sound of streams and birds without filtration, However, she is not perfect, she prefers to hear gossips, She is the reasons for dispute and strains in friendships, She is evil and intrigued to break relationships. It is the nose's turn, he gives us sensory pleasure, He identifies odor- sweet, bitter, lovely-All flavors, From flowers to soaps, ranging to natural odor, However, he fails to smell the foul in the air, Gives us dissatisfaction, sensetive to anything near, It gives up instantly, as soon there is something it can't bare. Skin's turn is up next, she comes in all colors, Unique and special in it's own tone, like flowers, She senses all natural gifts, she senses nature's showers, However, she is unruly, she is a distinctive status, Only favoring some, it becomes an inferiority apparatus, Between sensory love and physical lust, towards the latter it is gratus. Finally, it's the tongue's turn, he presides over taste, Gifts of God- fruits, edibles, he engulfs without haste, Anything that gives him joy, he never throws it to waste, However, he is highly defective, he likes drugs, The taste of it, puts his adrenaline high- sugar rush! Verbal abuse is his thing, after this don't expect for hugs. Hence, we conclude.... All the senses have their pros and cons, The eye with blindness for internal beauty, The ear with deafness to morals, The nose with blockage to nature, The skin with insensibility to hugs and love, The tongue with nullness to moral taste....

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Aug 16, 2024

Aug 16, 2024 at 8:45 AM UTC

GG

A Quarrel of the Senses

There erupts a quarrel between the five senses, Who among them has the most significance, Is it the eye who is the perceiver? Is it the ear who is the observer? Is it the nose who is the moisturizer? Is it the skin who is the sensor? Or is it the tongue who is the taster? The Eyes says it's him who is the mightiest! He sees the beauty, perceives the stars; the shiniest! Sees the flowers, trees, bugs; even the tiniest, However, he lies, he says he sees the inner beauty, But we know, he's after the external; he's guilty! He can't see purity- limited is his duty. The ear goes next, she is the master of interpretation, She gives us pleasure, the sound of nature and it's creation, The calm sound of streams and birds without filtration, However, she is not perfect, she prefers to hear gossips, She is the reasons for dispute and strains in friendships, She is evil and intrigued to break relationships. It is the nose's turn, he gives us sensory pleasure, He identifies odor- sweet, bitter, lovely-All flavors, From flowers to soaps, ranging to natural odor, However, he fails to smell the foul in the air, Gives us dissatisfaction, sensetive to anything near, It gives up instantly, as soon there is something it can't bare. Skin's turn is up next, she comes in all colors, Unique and special in it's own tone, like flowers, She senses all natural gifts, she senses nature's showers, However, she is unruly, she is a distinctive status, Only favoring some, it becomes an inferiority apparatus, Between sensory love and physical lust, towards the latter it is gratus. Finally, it's the tongue's turn, he presides over taste, Gifts of God- fruits, edibles, he engulfs without haste, Anything that gives him joy, he never throws it to waste, However, he is highly defective, he likes drugs, The taste of it, puts his adrenaline high- sugar rush! Verbal abuse is his thing, after this don't expect for hugs. Hence, we conclude.... All the senses have their pros and cons, The eye with blindness for internal beauty, The ear with deafness to morals, The nose with blockage to nature, The skin with insensibility to hugs and love, The tongue with nullness to moral taste....

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