"In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." -Shing Xiong *** "Do not go where the path may lead; instead where there is no path and leave a trail." -Ralph Waldo Emerson *** "Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget." -G. Randolf *** "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -E.M. Forster *** "Imagnination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world." -Albert Einstein *** Defintion of Suburbia: A place where they cut down trees and name streets after them. -(Unknown, found on sticker) :p *** "A lie goes halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." -Winston Churchill***"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly." -Louis Ginsberg ***"All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware." -Martin Buber



Showing posts with label senses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label senses. Show all posts

Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Five Senses (a poem, thoughts)

The Five Senses
Written January 29th, 2012
If I lost my sense of sight, I could never see the faces of the ones I love,
I could never see the wonders of the world.
If I lost my sense of touch, I could never feel the kiss of my true love,
Or the touch of my child’s hand to my cheek.
If I lost my sense of taste, I could never enjoy my father’s cooking,
Or open my mouth when hiking to sample the pine and soil in the air.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Oblivion (a poem)

Oblivion
Written October 30th, 2011
The music fills the air around me
I can see the beat pulsing free
The particles vibrating
Dancing, quaking, shaking in time
Pupils dilate
Fingers tap, feet thump

The sound waves flood my ears
And smash through my drums
Fill my head and embrace my brain
The rhythm singes the synapses
And sets fire to my burning neurons
I shiver as electric currents
Sizzle down my spine

Sunday, February 27, 2011

These Are the Days (a poem)

These Are the Days

These are the days
When everything you eat falls to ash
At your lips
And even after you swallowed
The taste you wish would go away most
Remains
And your stomach is in pain
From digesting the delicacy
That was your favorite yesterday
Or any other normal day
But not today