Intensed Suspension
Sensitive...
And in you I am.
There to feel your glee,
And sorrow.
There to feel a smile maintained.
Although under the surface,
I know more is contained.
Sensitive...
Without a word spoken.
I come to you to give.
A presence you can depend on,
Knowing with a hug what it is...
To live life like this,
And what you need from me.
And what we agree we miss!
It is my sense to sense when your senses,
Have spent intensed suspension...
In sensitivity.
You like that I know that?
I know...
Me too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensitivity
Listen, baby, dont even waste your tears on an insensitive man.
Theres better things for you.
I mean, what you really need is someone who cares,
Someone whos gonna be there for you, someone like me, baby.
Someone with sensitivity.
Ooh, do you understand? can you feel it?
Hey, ooh, naw...
Girl, I know its been hard since he went away
And left you so sad. you cry every day.
Let me kiss your tears, erase all your doubt.
cause for you Im here, you wont be without love.
Dont need a man thatll give you money.
Come on let me show you just what you need honey.
I got what you need.
Dont need a man thatll treat you funny
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Someone who can love you, someone who will need you,
Someone who will treat you right, like me, girl.
Someone you can hold at night, someone stable in your life.
Aw, baby, you needd a man with sensitivity, a man like me.
Baby, honey, there aint another man,
Aw, you know, you know, honey like I do, baby.
Hang in there, hang on in there, baby.
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
You see you need someone whos there like a gentleman.
If anybody can fit the description, baby I can.
Someone who cares and dares to give himself completely?
You got it in me, you need a man with sensitivity.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
Man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Dont need a man thatll give you money.
Dont need a man. come on let me show you just what you need, honey.
Oh, Ive got what you need, baby.
Dont need a man thatll treat you funny.
Im a gentleman at heart.
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Save a little love for me, save it, baby.
Sensitivity. baby I got what you need. i got it.
Sensitivity. save a little love for me, save your love for me.
Sensitivity.
Man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Hold on my darlin, dont let me down.
Ill erase all your doubts.
Hold on my darlin, Im here for you, baby, no matter what.
(fade--)
Aw, sugar, no.
song performed by by New Edition
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To be sensitive
As sensitive, I am neither tolerant nor patient.
As sensitive, I am neither neutral nor indifferent.
As sensitive, I am either a rose or a cactus.
Whose fault is it that I am sensitive?
24.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Can No Longer Live For you
I spent my life loving you-
not someone like you, but YOU;
not a part of you, but YOU.
I spent my life knowing you,
hearing your heartbeat, painting your smile;
memorizing your thoughts, reading your eyes.
You thought that if you wear a mask,
I wouldn't know at all.
But then I do, coz all my life
I did nothing but living for you.
It's not your face that matters at all,
I can always see your soul.
You might not tell me if youre there
but I can feel your shadows.
It's not your voice that matters at all,
I can always hear your heart.
I can recognize your footsteps,
I can read what's on your mind.
You know that I would sense the truth,
you know that i would feel it.
You didnt tell me- were you afraid?
You twisted all you said.
I loved you and I love you-
I can always forgive you...
I can always understand you.
I waited to hear the truth from you
but why the silence?
Maybe because you dont love me
enough to tell me;
you dont love me enough
to win me back...
you dont love me enough
to care what I feel.
You just dont love me and Im sorry
I can no longer live for you.
I cant forever live for you.
Many times i hoped that i could touch forever
and beg him then to stay.
But then he didnt-
Yet, I wont live forever just to feel your love.
Im sorry, I cant do it-
I can no longer live for you...
but die for you, I will.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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As I Brush My Teeth
it is not the sensitive teeth
it is the sensitivity of the soul
listening to the rhythmic brushing
the sound of too much repetition
the cycles of up and down
the softness of the gum
the whitening of the dentin
the gargle and the flushing
inside the indifference of the
faucet catching all that you give
the bathroom that
persists in its inanimate
presence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Nape Of My Neck
The nape of my neck has prickly hairs,
sensitive to touch.
I'd give anything to stop my urge
to want it so darn much.
Better I scarve it then leave it bare,
better not to feel
anything that can make it sensitive
so my heart will heal.
Remember the touch. Remember the feel.
Remember the hairs on your neck
And then try and release it.
Keep those feelings in check.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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In the true sense one's native land, with its background of tradition, early impressions, reminiscences and other things dear to one, is not enough to make sensitive human beings feel at home.
quote by Emma Goldman
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I Like Your Silence
i like your silence
now
it is not like the
silence we had
before
your silence
now is different
it is
reminiscing
it is
refreshing
it is
sensitive
to my presence
it is
reflective of
who i am
enabling me
to hear my
breath
to see and
feel
my very own soul
i like your silence
now
it is the silence
of the memory
that cannot
be forgotten
it is not death
it is life
it is the blossom
of my sorrow
it is the fruit of
my despair
it is the silence
of my silence
it is the peace
within my
solitude
it has become
the center of
my life
the focus of my
scattering
the finding of
my loss
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bottled Up Feelings
Everytime I think of you
I feel
Nostalgic - because I miss talking to you
Sad - because not talking for you longer than a day (makes me feel sad)
Happy - because you make me happy
Empty - because without you I feel sad and empty
Everytime I say hi
You say bye
Without saying hi back
And that makes me feel sad all over
All these different emotions inside of me that you bring me
From sadness and tears
To happiness and laughing
I've been trying to think of other things
But when I open up my internet browser
You immediately come to mind
I know you need a break
From everything in your life
But I miss you
One half of me says leave her alone
And the other half says at least say hi
Writing this was hard
Because thinking of you makes me cry
Sometimes I think I am a little too sensitive
I've been trying to keep a smile on my face and stay happy
Like you and I promised
No matter what, I will always be there for you
You will remain as my awesome(st) buddy
no matter what happens with you or me
If this poem makes you cry
You can see why
I really love you as a friend and I would hate to lose you....
Battered From The War of Delusion
My needs.
That's what they are.
For too long,
I kept them captivated...
With an absence I ignored.
My desires were explored,
In dreams and wishes.
I allowed my needs to be evaluated.
To become incompleted!
Depleted...
To live as others believed I should.
To be there with an empathy disposed,
By others quick to display insincerety.
At my expense.
I was not expected to have sense enough.
To listen and not be heard.
To care for those thoughtless...
How I spent my days.
Whether sick or crazed.
What my feelings were did not faze them at all.
I was not suppose to show them.
Or feel them below the surface of my skin.
As if I was wrapped and packaged with pretense.
I had been connected to something,
To them made no sense.
Offended I became to an ignorance.
This had to end...
With a defending against such offensiveness.
And when I announced my needs were mine...
I could not find anyone to agree,
But me.
I declared them my priority.
As well as my life!
I was called selfish.
Knowing within me I was right!
And without a fight...
I agreed and gathered my emotions.
And I set into motion my needs.
My search for happiness ended.
I had it to give.
But so few had that to offer.
They were there to pleasure others...
As if I had no other reason to live.
But to be there for them!
And no one here for me...
To encourage and restore,
An energy seeping.
That has all been changed,
When peace of mind found me!
With needs no longer questioned to identify.
No explanations to qualify or kept denied.
They were simple and scattered all over the place.
I stopped trying to find them.
With a disgrace embraced and welcomed.
And that's when they all came back...
Intact!
Battered from the war of delusion,
That I could live without my needs being pleased!
Self absorbed?
Definitely!
Apologetic?
Only God knows how much this is deserved.
And yes...
I have the nerve to confess,
I am happy!
With no ego to prove my contentment.
Or deeds done to validate involvement to prove...
Sacrifices of commitment.
Those battles have been documented!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What He Gave to Us
I wanted to do something different today
I didn’t know what to do, or even what to say.
I had a feeling deep inside- that made me
Want to scream “ I’m alive”.
I looked around at all the beauties of the earth
And thought about all my worth.
That I was born with all five senses
That the lord had given to me.
The sense to Touch a delicate flower
The sense to Hear a bewitching hour
The sense to Smell what s in the air.
The sense to Taste the juices of a pear
The sense to See the beauty of a pearl
There is another sense that they don’t say
Such as Feelings- of love, to wipe tears away
Feelings cover all aspects of life
It can make things wrong or things right.
Feelings of passion and despair
Of compassion from one who cares
Bitterness, anger, hate and sorrow
Even those make life worth while.
There is so much that we must be grateful for
For GOD has opened all the doors.
He knew that we needed all these things
To make our lives complete.
But there was still something missing
What good was all these senses
If we didn’t have the main sense.
The sense to think and rationalize
All that he had given
That was the thing that would really
Make life worth living.
(08/10/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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Man In The Wilderness
Written by tommy shaw
Lead vocals by tommy shaw
Another year has passed me by
Still I look a myself and cry
What kind of man have I become?
All of the years Ive spent in search of myself
And Im still in the dark
cause I cant seem to find the light alone
Sometimes I feel like a man in the wilderness
Im a lonely soldier off to war
Sent away to die - never quite knowing why
Sometimes it makes no sense at all
Ten thousand people look my way
But they cant see the way that I feel
Nobody even cares to try
I spend my life and sell my soul on the road
And Im still in the dark
cause I cant seem to find the light alone
Sometimes I feel like a man in the wilderness
Im a lonely soldier lost at sea
Drifting with the tide
Never quite knowing why
Sometimes it makes no sense at all
(Im alive)
Looking for love Im a man with emotion
(and my hearts on fire)
Im dying of thirst in the middle of the ocean
Im alive!
song performed by by Styx
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How the story goes
A smile on your face reflect of the feeling that you need me
Your gaze is saying that you will never leave me
The touch of your hand gave me warmth whenever you touch me
The words that you say truthfully encourage me
Your caress made me feel comfortable
Your sense of humor saying you aren’t mad at all
Whenever I heard news ‘bout you, I always feel my heart beating
And I miss that time
Until I realize your smile is fake
Your gaze lied to me
The word is just a boast
But I miss your caress and your sense of humor
I know it’s not your fault
It’s nobody responsibility to correct
It’s nobody fault if the story end this way
I’ve already know, the story will end like this
And I’m sure you know too
Because you’re the one who makes decisions
But why did you try to grab my heart
But why I still can’t help to stop to listen to your flattery
But why I still can’t help my heart to fall in love with you
Even we have the same feeling
We can’t stand together
We can’t keep facing each other
We can’t smile at each other
We just don’t deserve it
You go on your way, I go on mine
Don’t ever look back
If I can twitch the time
I just will choose not to recognize you
And I won’t feel this way but
I will choose to go back to the time we’re close together
So I can feel the happiness in that time
Now time will make my memory of you fade away
And I’m so sorry
Cause, I’ve ever think that
If I can undo my move
I’ll undo it to the time when my heart is approaching closer to your heart
But I just want to say
Thank you for the simple happiness that you gave
poem by Takara Shigenoi
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Of course the word chaos is used in rather a vague sense by a lot of writers, but in physics it means a particular phenomenon, namely that in a nonlinear system the outcome is often indefinitely, arbitrarily sensitive to tiny changes in the initial condition.
quote by Murray Gell Mann
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The Love
to kiss your lips-to touch your hair
to always feel your presence near
to see the smile upon your face
to hold you in a warm embrace
to sense the presence of your love
to feel you within me-giving me a start
and putting a glow in my heart.
to feel your breath upon my face
never leaving a sign or trace
of the feelings bottled up inside
and let it go before its time
this is what love should be
touching each other in perfect harmony.
poem by Louis Rams
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Sensitive To Light
I was feelin rather good
Shouldve touched some wood
Here she comes again
Reachin out to bend my ear
Shes worth another look
All the time it took
Pleasin to the eye
How can I just disappear, oh
It aint clear, no
Shes a bright and shining star
But I just must be sensitive to light
Oh I just might, yeah
I could have let her in
Give her just a spin
Let her think its love
Better rise above it all
Shes knockin at the door
Seems to want some more
Never gets the clue
What am I to do shell fall
And she might call, oh no
Shes a bright and shining star
But I just must be sensitive to light
Oh, I just know
She could do me well
I can always tell
Shes ready for the kill
But I think that I will go, no
Sure Im gonna see
Something just for me
Till it comes along
When its feelin wrong Ill know
Gotta take it slow, yeah
Shes a bright and shining star
But I just must be sensitive to light
Oh, I might, yeah
Shes a bright and blazing star
But I just must be sensitive to light, yeah
Sensitive to light, ooooh
song performed by by Rainbow
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Reach Out, Ill Be There
(brian holland/lamont dozier/edward holland,jr.)
If you feel that you cant go on
cause all your hope is gone
And your life is filled with confusion
And hapiness is just an illusion
And your world around is tumblin down
Darling, reach out
Reach out, reach out
Ill give you all the love you need
Ill be there
You can always depend on me
I can tell by the way you hang your head
Your with out of love, now youre afraid
And through your tears you look around
But theres no peace of mind to be found
I know what youre thinking
Youre alone now, no love of your own
Darling, reach out
Reach out for me boy
Ill give you all the love you need
Ill be there
Hey baby, Im gonna be right there
You can always depend on me
You can always, depend on me
You can always, when things get tough
You can always, cuddle mee, see you through
You can always, depend on me
Whatever else you do
You can always, ring my phone
Yeah, you can always catch me at home
You can always cuddle me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
When youre lost and about to give up
cause your best aint good enough
And you feel the world has grown cold
And youre driftin on your own
When you need a hand to hold
When you need a little love
Reach out, Ill be there
Reach out, Ill be there
Reach out, Ill be there
To give you all the love you need
Ill try ro give you all the love you need
Ill be there to love and shelter you
Ill be there to always see you through
To give you all the love you need
Im gonna give you all the love you need
Ill be there to love and shelter you
Ill be there to always see you through
To give you all the love you need
Im gonna give you all the love you need
Ill be there...
song performed by by Diana Ross
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I Feel Sick...
When life is alone...i feel sick...
When i miss ur smile...i feel sick...
When i miss u fm sight..i feel sick...
when i miss ur warm touch...i feel sick...
when i miss ur walk.....i feel sick...
when i miss ur play.....i feel sick....
when i miss ur kiss...i m mercyless....
itz all abt u coz u r only friend i hv to ma heart....
so i am sick...till u luk back....
poem by Sujatha JBS
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Eight senses
(poetry in progress)
the world starts out
with a consciousness
half a consciousness
then one consciousness
then they morph with one sense,
ask the mountain
they stand and stand until the
volcanoes start to throw them out
then two senses, ask the trees
and the shrubs criss crossing
with your paths in the field
they stand and stand, take
the sunshine and make green
a colour for continuous evolution
their only shortcoming is their
two sense world, they stand and stand
a state of being, a state of living
and that's all
the three senses, the four senses
and the five senses, the human beings
they cry to God to let them
have eternal life
but what ever that's for
without the sixth, seventh, or eight sense
unveiled to them
sixth, the sense to connect the past
with the future
the seventh, the sense to connect
the future with the million of consciousness
clarmouring for the eight senses
to be with the ultimate, the Om,
the Divine where all senses
come together with one Supreme
consciousnes, amalgamation of
senses where knowledge springs forth
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Miss You!
i miss you,
i miss your smile,
i miss you,
i miss how me you'd go the extra mile,
i miss you,
i miss your sense of humor,
i miss you,
i miss your smile,
i miss you,
how you would be so nice,
i miss you,
i miss you my sis,
i miss you,
and i repay you with this
poem by Allie Whitehead
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My biggest weakness is my sensitivity. I am too sensitive a person.
quote by Mike Tyson
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