"sensitiveness" poems
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: of the EBook THE BULLIED, by Alan Johnson
(The Nonromantic Man is the art form most often described as a character sketch. It falls in the realm of poetry, which I call poessay. For it is not poetry by itself or an essay.)
The Nonromantic Man
Non-romanticism is the inability to overwhelm one’s ignorance of the opposite *** needs or desires. The non-romantic man is one who buys his non-pool playing wife a pool table and soon thereafter invites his friends over every weekend to play pool. He calls women ******* and ‘hoes. He rises late at night to fix a sandwich, leaves the spilled condiments for his woman to clean in the morning, then after a cigarette, with mustard still being on his breath, wakes her up for a ***** call. He gains weight and then demands that she go on a diet. In harmony with his poor values, he neglects to compliment the new sexed up dress that she is wearing but does notice that she is wearing too much makeup for him. He has to be reminded of her birthday or any other should special engagement. The result his gift is not well thought out, so he buys her a cheap necklace just like the times before. He has no taste for poetry, sensual lyrics or the practice of setting the ambiance which moistens the trail of splendor. He takes his woman out to dinner and complains about the dinner’s high prices, and work, and her in-sensitiveness to his problems, and…At least once a month, he rolls off the top of her and falls asleep while she stares at the ceiling and prays for a difference.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
Sweating danger,sensitiveness,lonelines less annoyance,its like playing unconditionally,suscribe thee.smile is your triumph,happines is your dream,hatred is your chum,teasin'g,pissing e're friend of hatred,it discover a rotten inside,it got no answer,nor relief nor ablaze.it reduces,desguise and re-use velocity on your vector,it creates bumps and pumps as it accelarates anger,self eestem nor a lion heart but a better sweet around you
May 7, 2011
May 7, 2011 at 4:42 AM UTC
overwhelming sadness
to embarrassment
frustration
to embarrassment again
forgiveness
it does not make sense
to those around me
so I would rather bury
bury
bury
my overwhelming sadness
to not have to
convince
impress
prove
that I can move past
beyond
away from
the first time I saw her
but actually
it was the first time
Ive ever been seen
and my heart
with all its will
it became
as if vulnerable
took over the world
all of the sudden
existence
feeling
experience
love
the first and only time
she would ever prove
impress
upon me
the invincible human being
that we are the same
I will miss you
no matter how close
no matter how far
without dissociation
I do what matters most
I will have to be reborn
opportunities to sense
new feelings
forever
but I will still miss you
rebirth after rebirth
rebirth before rebirth
the first time I had a purpose
meaning
feeling
not
negating stutus quo
or agreeing to be it
Im sorry that I allowed you
to have this journey
I hope you can be strong
I know you can
I love you
more than anything
always could
express my sensitivity
creatively
impressively
gracefully
terrified
now
when my sensitiveness
is pouring out of me
for all to see
like a heart
without
a body
expressionless
cold
crying
mourning
after a lucid nightmare
and you are no where
the sadness is crippling
but I should be healed
at the least
do what is expected
further overwhelmed
unstoppable
in vulnerable’s world
sadness is the ruler
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
let be the breath that none see.
but only though feel it that makes life, even in most wee.
cause so scarcely is that thick stuff; but always believe it.
the bright of the shy hope will roof the summit.
is now your cause of senselessness.
so sorrow life can show you the realness.
rise your glaring face and decide the truth.
so rare is so the real proof.
in my hole life ,
so proudly shows so much rife.
this is my hall mark ,
i believe the blind can have a dear silk.
its so cool and sorrow heart the way you treated me so hard.
but now difficult do any soul as its so sad
now believe there are lawless ****** things.
but only though move forwards never look backwards.
im the bluff of the gumption of the blue sky.
no the blame of the taste of unsatiated motion of love.
so dainty the way the blue sky conveys sensation.
so grand when the wind grow so sensitiveness .
call the haysee of your vision the season.
but so gloomy many times the air blow the sermon.
i have heard the tide saying most time bye bye .
but i can feel the well pouring down the heaven .
so heaven feeling that turned out to sorrowfulness.
the most suffering from my heart but willing dearness.
launch today your glance to my face to see the right .
and you will notice there is more space space its no t a lie.
i have seen the sea gotten into fire .
that stirred up my life desire .
you are the taste of the daring romance .
and no living no way under heaven can equal your performance .
let you move in the trinity of the fire of the beginning.
now becoming the right of the false singing .
shave the steam of flawless union .
if i can have the dream of far region.
in my hole life ,
so proudly shows so much rife.
this is my hall mark ,
i believe the blind can have a dear silk.
its so cool and sorrow heart the way you treated me so hard.
but now difficult do any soul as its so sad
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Loving so fiercely
It's not about youth
Everybody is,
A unique way of loving
And yours is so intense
Because of who you are,
An intense sensitiveness
Embraced to oil paintings.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Hello, ray of sunshine
This letter I'm writing to you
For you indeed are a ray of sunshine
You shine through the darkness of our dull world
Your eyes are two black pearls
They derive from the depths of the sea
Your smile bursts like lighting
It shows light more than one can see
Your strength is admirable
Yet your sensitiveness is too
One day, I might let you know
But 'till that day, nothing will I show
Dear ray of sunshine, I love you so
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
virtues silent rythme
whispering sensitiveness
palms are clasped tightly
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Howls of foxes or Deafening silence,No matter to the graveyard
You or me,The soil loves none
The plain lines appear Ugly,
Can't allure you
Thus
While I was becoming empty
This entire world,Encroached into me
Thus,While I was becoming empty
Your love engulfed me
Then,O!human
As I eye,On the ****** Of our human race
I found the deviation and crookedness
And the dreadful unevenness
Which animates
the sleeping sensitiveness
To nourish the humanity
Need to flare up the struggle
For this only dear
For you only humanity
I still alive on this earth.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
I have a life of power
and incessant activity,
taciturn dispositions,
good morals,
pure even to austerity.
The imagination,
of a rich,
creative character,
I'm in love also with
the fantastic,
with a great aptitude
for assimilation.
Born on a friday,
the twentieth day
of the seventh month
of the calendar year,
of nineteen hundred and fifty-six,
the year of the monkey,
an erratic genius,
of the fourth sign of the zodiac.
My changing mood
are due to excessive
impressionability
and sensitiveness from
the moon who has its
throne at my birth constellation.
Vicissitudes and worries
of mine are many,
some are of mysterious nature,
but at the hour of my
most desperate crisis,
unexpected assistance always
come up providentially.
I am mysteriously secured,
and so grateful for this glorious
life I'm called to live.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
As the Unseelie Court enchants the just torment
Either of Heaven or Hell upon the Eleven Trooping
Aristocracies to pay Ichor, the whole zero sum of all passions
The Great Chains of Gaia: Derekh ha-Shemoth,
Liosalfar and Dockalfar; The Image and The Similitude-
Existence and its Expenditure become of mind quintessense.
However, the sensitiveness of the soul finds providence
In blessed feer, propounded a reward unparalleled if
One could be prized 'The Last Standing, Not Falling',
Beyond the Infinite Way an Ipsissmus
Of the eight Sha'are 'Orah sorceries that the wind bloweth
Where it listeth to grant thee power unto the ages,
Gods' corporeal even-tide: The Sword That Keeps Eden!
ELEETE J MUIR
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 12:34 AM UTC