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Stimulate the Senses 1 month, 2 weeks agoSome dream of a new tomorrow, I dream of surviving today.
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Stimulate the Senses 1 month, 4 weeks agoAir was swooshing and carrying the murmurs of nature that traveled long ways and into his buzzing skull. Looking at his hands, scarred to the bone, very delicate, Kyle tries to remember, pushing himself up from the grounds. He looked at himself more closely: torn out clothing, scars on his arms, a split lip, black eye. Simply, he thinks, I am a mess. The grass, he noticed while walking aimlessly in the meadow, was a dull yellow, in which signifies the end of fall. The smell is intoxicating, a mixture of pomegranate and dragon fruit that fills his nose with every ragged breath. “In and out, in and out”, he murmurs to himself. With shivers down his spine, he turns around, surveying the place. Downhill is the lake, the little apple tree, the huge rock that shone on the sun. He could picture it from memory and here lies the real thing. Kyle frowns a little, kneeling on the ground. The memory is mistaken; it should be, because what he feels is oddly at peace. But everything is a faded color, a little less of what it used to be. Suddenly an earsplitting screech made its way into the meadow, provoking his vision to become red with an irrational fury, animalistic in nature. He feels disoriented. He scrambled about as he tries to regain his balance, checking that the ground haven’t moved or turned upside down while he was unconscious. What lies before him now was not a dull patch of grass but a dark figure on the ground. Uncomprehending, his chest tightens and his breath catches, releasing a sob. With tears Kyle ran towards the body, so lifelessly, so battered, almost unrecognizable. Suddenly, as he reached for the body, a fierce pain flashed into his skull. He could still see the red strands of hair.
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Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 2 weeks agoI could write
about your hair,
how the wind blows through it,
and makes it shimmer and shine like the gold it represents.but I won’t.
Or I could speak about your eyes,
and the dim glow behind the blue-gray orbs,
sparkling as if the sun were a part of your very soul.But it won’t ever come out of my mouth.
And I could even mention your smile,
the one that lights up the entire room and makes everything seem better,
how it never seems to leave your face, as if it was glued there.but that’s never going to happen.
And if I really wanted to, I could talk about you
Your laid-back attitude, you never seem to be mad.
Your goofy way of saying everything,
The strange ambitions you carry with you,
and how you didn’t laugh at a stupid girl’s dreams.But I’m not going to
Because that’s what I would say if I was in love……and I’m not.
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Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 2 weeks agoYou’ve returned. And there are knots in my stomach – so out of place.
It’s not like we haven’t been here before. But today, it’s different. And I know that.I only want to make it easy for you, but I’m afraid my attempts will only worsen an already emotional situation – a death that only effects me because it effects you.
How do I help? Act normal?
I’ve been worried for the past week an a half; wishing I could supply some comfort to you.
And the fact that I couldn’t left me depressed and unable to sleep.But now you’re back.
And my emotions conflict me as your car pulls up, parking where I cannot see.
I’m happy you’re back – I just want to give you a hug & tell you it’s all okay. That I’ve taken care of everything. That you can cry if you want to because I know it’s hard.
But I’m also afraid of how you will be. I’ve never seen you like this. Will it be the same as always? Or will the shock of loss alter your personality.Do I go towards the car? Do I stay back?
I don’t wait long as I hear the door opens and your footsteps make their way towards me.
My heart is wild and I can feel the tears pushing my eyes out of my skull.
I don’t want to cry, but I know the moment I see you I will.
If I don’t try to calm myself down, the flood gates will prevent me from speaking – and we don’t want that.I hiccup down a sob. Bite my lip. Shake my head.
And now you’re in front of me.
It was all in vain as you smile down at me.
A smile I know – but it doesn’t feel the same. And I wail like the baby that I am.I stand in place as you walk towards me and I automatically regret how weak I’m being. I can move my feet – I didn’t just lose a loved one.
But you were always the stronger of us two.”I’m sorry.” I say. For crying, for over thinking, for not making it any easier. I know, you know, just what I’ve done.
You don’t respond, you just hug me. A hug reminding me that we’re still solid, and the two weeks you were away didn’t change you or make you forget.
Reminding me that I’m crazy and over emotional, and of course you wouldn’t treat me any different, just because your world is up-side down.
Reminding me that I’ve always known it’ll be okay. -
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Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 2 weeks agoOf Age
The light breeze brushing the skin,
Eyes staring out the window at nothing,
The hum of the city that is a hum no more,
The ears escaped to seek sounds of shores,
There is no noise in the thoughts that came,
A remark on the irony of time is made,
The pictures are old, faces in them are young,
A wonder as to whom those faces now belong,
As the piano plays the eyes see a montage,
Tears find their way across a cheek,
Echoes heard from memories gone,
Wishes are made to return to the past.
Today will be a memory again,
May be full of hope, or of regret,
Arms searching to hold them,
Hands wanting to make the future,
The mind a fallen leader with wisdom.
Happiness is sought, had less often,
Some understood it was not to be found,
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Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 2 weeks agoGravity
Like many others there was a child,
From a well of infinite dreams with others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He was a champion of his world,
He saw the skies as his playground,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he was taught of the world,
Of what he could do, what man could not,
He learnt of gravity, how it made things fall,
The weight of the knowledge bore him down,
Plucking him from the skies, rooting him to the ground.
With a few broken hearts, failures to be someone,
Stranded in his reality, he looked to the clouds,
Questioning his learning, he began to unlearn,
Becoming from man to child again,
Gaining new perspective on his notions,
Gravity he saw, was not to hold him down,
But to hold the universe together,
Something he could overcome.
Reaching the skies he built his house,
Teasing the heavens, yet rising from the ground,
A monument to remembering who he is,
To never again be someone else.Unlearning
Of many a child he was one,
From a well of infinite dreams
With others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He would be a champion,
The champion of his world.
The child aimed to conquer the skies,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he received knowledge,
Of what he could do, what man could not.
He learnt of gravity,
How it made things fall down,
Wondered if the sky would fall?
But the skies held their own,
He stayed rooted to the ground.
With a few broken hearts,
Failures to be someone,
Pondering on what he did wrong,
He stared at the skies,Like a many there was this child,
Like the others the child had dreams,
In the wake of imagination and toys,
The child dreamt of conquering the skies,
The nascent mind held no limitations.
Thereof he learnt of gravity,
He learned it made things fall down.
Fell with it his vision of being unbound,
The first of the ”no you can’t” to come.
The child grew up be taught,
What he could do, what man could not.
With a few broken hearts,
And failed attempts to be someone,
Made him realize he was already himself,
The child was lost be found again,
He realized what gravity really is,
It was what held the universe together,
That it could be overcome,
He built the tallest building in defiance of it,
He built the building because,
Thought it touched the sky in tease,
It remembered where it came from. -
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Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 2 weeks agoDepression
An area sunk below its surrounding (Depression)
There is an uncertainty that resides within,
Where meaning should be,
Forehead weighed down by a frown,
Where bliss should be,
A dampened spirit lies in wake,
Where belief should be,
Escaping the world,
The world where I should be,
Looking away from what is,
Looking for where I would like to be,
There is ignorance at purpose,
Where doing should be,
There is a Depression,
Where life should be. -
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Stimulate the Senses 4 months, 1 week agoI miss being with you, in the simplest sense of the word. I miss spending time with you, taking silly pictures and goofing off. I miss being able to hug you, kiss you, love you. I know it’s no excuse, but I’m sorry for what I did, I had too much going on. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t handle the responsibility of having one more person counting on me.
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Stimulate the Senses 4 months, 1 week agoDreamer,
It is just a fact:My heart is a beached whale
Sitting on a dying sun,
Waiting on the tide to come,
There’s a fisherman and a hook
Trying to catch me all day
Moving his Life on a raft
On top of the ocean’s spray
Those mermaids been teasing for a kill.Just,
Swinging feet on a lunar bench
Twilight knocking me off,
Clouds softly catching a melon lost
Sleeping to a dream I knew would
believe…
theSpace Fire I believe
is a red comet in love.What are we worth?
but precious hearts in a
cold dark
we find warmth in the fire
fed with desire
together we can make a great spark.stranger to far off lands,
looking back at what i had.
falling forward into quicker sands,
holding on im scared to stand.
ugly moon grabs her tides,
thrusting me onward to black skies,
and i know i know i know,
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