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You tasted like poetry Marigold fields And the hum of white noise You felt like The afternoon on an autumn's day Scholastic book fair The local Pumpkin patch You looked like
How do you feel? What if you were never told how you’re supposed to? What if no one told you to feel sad or feel glad or get mad, is that bad? Would we feel at all?
There was a sadness I revered, But never possessed, Because there was youth And opportunity to spare,   But as life ebbs, And opportunities recede, I know that sadness for real,
I’m sorry that I couldn’t make you happy I’m sorry that I can’t make myself happy I’m sorry that happiness isn’t a language I speak But I loved you I’m sorry if I pushed you away
To feel or exist Is to know without a doubt That you're in the depths.
    I'm not ashamed to admit I am an overly romantic Because if I feel, I know I exist,I live, I'm alive!   I do not go unnoticed
   In the moment/
Acknowledge and embrace the smell, the feel, and the taste. Understand: the power of the flower. The flavor is sour- diesel. On a cloud
What makes me feel good? Something that is understood Accomplish the things I should Doing all that I could   Laying on my bed of clouds Turning my music up loud
  Like pink skies and red oceans, each day is so beautifully enigmatic Mystery and curiosity caress my day in a world so sorrowfully systematic A chance to touch and breathe ease me into sunrise and poetry flow
When I'm feeling down t turn to my friends, who are clowns, and they help me turn back around
Can you imagine words with no voice? Can you imagine pens with no ink?  Can you imagine paper with no empty lines?   Every word  is a tear that didn't escape. Every line
A cold touchHigh windsWarm waterWet hairHot sand
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Why was I looking at him again? I have to tell myself to stop, But nothing was working.  
I feel like I am falling out of the sky,  down from the highest point. But there are always higher places. and lower.    I am sinking into a world that is too hot and crowded.  
I've been thinking about what it'd be like to wrtite a song, but that'd be kind of hard to do with nothing to play it on.I quit piano lessons in the third grade after two years because I'd had enough,
I called myself a realist, But truth I would resist, I woke up from this dream
A kiss for show A kiss to feel Shows me how you feel One on top   Another on the bottom Right in the middle Where it stops no One knows    
Listen to the sound Of the whisper of angels As they sing the angels song Happy are they   On wings of love they fly Spread upon the sky With colors of array They do sway  
As I put my clarinet together Blowing air through my horn to fill my instrument I start to feel the vibrations on my finger tips Putting my heart and soul into each note
Do you know the love I could have gave, Is only the love I really crave
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside.   Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
I find myself insecure when I look at myself without any editing. I'll feel as if I am discrediting... ..as I compare myself to other girls, I believe that I am not beautiful to the whole-wide world.
Girl let me tell you that i've been on the road though Singing songs of how I miss you A boat load
To see is to learn, To listen is to dance, To smell is to adore,
Like a Scarlet Lake she sits Pondering the mysteries of life Looking up at the universe
people will never recognized a simple girl. who is like other girls, simple as a paper flower. who really is nothing compare to the real flowers. whose color and petals are different from others.
Thinking about my goals,I feel very oriented to think about my soulAl l I know is I can’t be home
What is that called the one that made her fall the thing that made him regret
Get to walking Not a lot of talking Around these students, education roams The most connected of all domes Emory aren't we saying we are connected as a community
The intensity of every beat of my heart electrifies when we depart. You have been gone for so many years over this time I shed so many tears.   This emptinessI feel in my chest
You said to me, "I am Lost" So I etched the constellations in every freckled part of my skin, so you would always know where you came from when you traced your fingers across my hips.
Games of the heart are not easily won. Is there victory when the battle is done? Loss of blood will occur on both sides.
They aren't just scars They are demons I fought at 00:00 They are my insecurities My deepest fear And my lonely nights They are my insults I have recieved and the Emotion I can't contain
I hope you're comfy,
And outside, life Is cold. The trees are as bare as my bones are hollow, and through the chains over my window I can see the world outside- Moving. It's all still moving, without me.
I just wanna go back Cause I feel like I’m in a trap I swear it felt like a heart attack Like I fell off track
I can feel you I know your here I can feel you walking around I can feel you cooking breakfast Your presence makes me smile Your presence makes me cry I'm happy.
It has taken mea very long timeto come to this point,but I’m realizing nowafter eighteen yearsof my lifethat it is okay to feel.I spent so many monthsof my life
Ladies and gentlemen gather round to see my glorious new invention! Look at her isn't she wonderful? See how she smiles and laughs. She seems so happy and no one could ever tell what she's really feeling.
I feel like that. That pale greyish wisp of ash that crumbles beneath the slightest touch, That's been consumed by a ravenous fire that first caressed Then incinerated every fiber of it's being. I feel like that.
This isn’t some side job that you can pick up whenever you have extra seconds on your wristwatch.   The nebulas of your eyes are always looking, observing each individual
Do you know what it feels like....
Our two bodies pressed up together The warmth from his chest seizes my body His hands glides from my shoulder to my back and up again I am willfully intoxicated In love with his very touch
Love May I lay with you? It is not to fill in my void, gutted by loneliness. Nor to feel a sexual pleasure. Though I can, it would not be to tell you my life story.
It seems like,             everyone is always trying to change themselves             thinking it will change the world around them as
I used to be here, Didn't we all. History shows, Powerful nations, Always fall. But we never worry, Never show fear.  Just shake our fists,  And drink a beer. No! Don't cry,
I am learning. I am craving. I am yearning. And I'm caving.   I feel this desire. Adoration. No, I am not a liar. Not an abomination.   I am not inferior.
To free your soul you must accept pain.
The release of my emotions, The movement of my soul, The language of my heart, Dance. There are no limitations, no expecations, but only beautiful improvisations. Let go, to feel
The waves crash against the shore With so much beauty and allure As the birds skim the water Feel the summer sun getting hotter To be alone, go close to dusk Look at the moon, feel its cool touch
Love me, than don't nice things to me Love me , than don't make I fell in to you. Love me, than don't come to see me when you are sad.
I feel as if, if I let a tear drop my body would erratically shatter. To bite the bitterness away with coldness. To repress the said with utter and complete numbness. To shiver away the sense of alone. To drift off and never return.
    In school I fake a mask of friendly satisfaction, Feeling like a fool for three fourths of that time fraction,   Teachers just see me as a student, To friends I'm just another face,
How does it feel to be dead? Empt yet ull cold yet warm lost yet found gone yet still here missing yet full living a life that' already been past.
I know what you think of me, I don't care. You see who I am, you don't know. She really cares about me, she can't feel. He feels the way I feel, He doesn't hear.
I was cold and feared nothing. I wait for death because I feel nothing. Thought I hated everything and love nothing. She cracked into my heart of stone now I feel something.
I remember the rain that day.That day I saved your life. I remember the way I loved you.Without regret, never doubting.All my life.
I love you so much that I hate you, get it? I hate you because I loved you to the point where it broke my heart I love you because your smile made me smile I hate you because you drained me of my happiness
Some things I just don’t want to feel Like a hairy kiwi, a slimy banana peel Or a crusty, flaking elephant knee A needle-sharp stinger of an angry bee
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