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t Jan 2015
I wondered if I was too soft, too pliable, to bendable, to breakable

I wondered if my sensitiveness would be better served on a censorship list

if it would be better to weather my own emotions until they eroded

a road not known to be so gentle

because when you're always spoken to like a mistake

it starts to be the only thing you can taste and you end up feeling less like great and more like pain

my mother swears that I am the air that she breathes

so when they diagnosed her, I hope the doctors didn't blame it on her environment

and when my friends would talk about that chick and wanna bone her

 bone would carry me back to the skeletons in my closet

while they were only concerned about getting in between that girls hips, when they ***** her

              I wanted to be that girls hips, the bones inside of her

                    because without me she couldn't move alone

                                   and without her heartbeat

                                           I'd just be bones

I can't tell you how many times my friend Maddy was battered up on   homeless plate

but we still dug out love

she was rocked quite often, but was one hell of a mountain climber

she payed a hefty price to wear his fists, and they were the most expensive eye makeup I've ever seen

when my friends would brag about how many lamp shades they would look under in their room, how many metaphorical lamps laid on the nightstand surrounding their bed

my mother always said if I let them shine in my mind, I wouldn't need not even one night stands

    I hold them high

                   spell a woman

                                a woman is a
                         man
                   on
            wo

and you can still be fly if you land on one

disrespect them, and we're kicking dirt on the land from which we all grow

while most guys are treating the inside like a candy store, I found that all the getting inside in the world don't matter until you feel like you've found your golden rapper

while most guys are wishing that girl is blind enough to see their ulterior motives

they've forgotten most women have super powers

all they see are invisible men, and I wanted to make her feel my words like brail to the unseen

I wanted to bring life to those frozen in time words once told to her

because those 'I love yous' and 'I miss yous' from her exes were paralyzed from the neck down

they were just trying to get ahead, and once alive, need oxygen to live

and sooner or later she was only living to breathe life into those words, and I wanted to breathe life back into her

my mother taught me things

she said, just because someone before you  

                             spent time in her boiler room
    
                                 doesn't mean they turned

                                              the heat on

she said, no matter who smashed you make sure you love that girl to pieces

a girl's past is like cremated ash, it's been lived already

my mother said, kisses are like stitches, they heal all wounds as long as they don't remain hidden in a bottom right corner of special occasion birthday cards

       because every kiss does not begin with k, they begin with lips

                                         and so does every life

                       It's time for us guys to start

                 respecting where

         we came

    from.
Alan Johnson Dec 2013
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 *******. 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.
Siyabulela May 2011
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,******* 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
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
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Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
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☺The impact..........P...........of trauma☺
Effected right......O.....at the root. The
sensitiveness..........E............ is caused by this and a.......T.....sharp pain..T..shoots,
a route to..R... the root .....R....was made and.........Y...... .removed.......Y.........the paining........W.......nerve.......W'..numbed
rebuilt....
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........by filling....O.... with syllables ...R.........inwards ...R......and
then ........D.......the...........D...supported extra......S.... by ......S........words,
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    a   n   d      t  h  e      p   a   i   n          
       h        e        a       l           e       d.              
p      e       a      c     e      f    u     l    l    
*F         O         R          E        V       E      R
Dentistry:  Teeth go sensitivewhen undergo trauma.
The tooth digged and route made till the roots, nerve cut and filling done with gatta parcha and aesthetic capping is done..

Poetry: In life some people deep rooted and you are sensitive. Dig them out ..fill the emptiness with words and poetry comes out....smile is the outward capping..
TitiCat Feb 2014
May
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.
Judgson blessing Feb 2015
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
Shkaya Blic Dec 2013
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
Amelia Jo Anne Apr 2014
summering in a gentle garden
inspires
burst out quivering
he was helpless to it
kicking with a
swallowed sensitiveness.
Poetic T Feb 2017
virtues silent rythme
whispering sensitiveness
palms are clasped tightly
Emeka Mokeme May 2018
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.
Ramana Tandra Apr 2019
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.
Eleete j Muir Jul 2022
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
Pratik May 2019
Once you asked me,” Is there any heaven in the sky?” I replied,” Obviously, why not?”  You told,” How can you say that?” I replied,” Listen, I m telling you one rhyme.”
“ A friend who is desirous of salvation,
Like a fire flame on a stove;
Which never goes down except water,
Unless it goes with wind.”

“ A friend who is respectable fumely,
Like a wooden shoe of mine;
Which never walks without me,
Unless it is stolen.”

“ A friend who is unforgettable,
Like always a significant class;
Which never makes people sore,
Unless it bites on a low note.”

“ A friend with whom I always tae-tae,
Like a tap recorder;
Which has always silky recordings,
Unless it is broken.”

“ A friend who has kindness like human,
Like a socialite on a stage;
Who never stops encouraging herself,
Unless she vains all efforts.”

“ A friend with whom I talk about sensitiveness,
Like a rabbit in a cage;
Which always makes other satisfied,
Unless it becomes a food.”

“ A friend whom I find silky, sweet & sensitive,
Like sari, milk and human;
Who never makes me unhappy,
Unless she forgets me.”
                                                                                                                          -PRATIK


Now that is called true loving friend who always lives in heaven and in my heart. So I asked,” Now do you believe?” You replied,” hmmmm! Yes I do.”

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