Senses numbed, plagued by past remorse.
Traveling eyes, hopeless romantics dont make for good lovers.
Its question and answer, a charade with no masks.
I miss you terribly.
My senses seem to be failing more and more as the days go by. Every day when I wake, my vision gets cloudier, my hearing becomes muddled, and my skin seems to be numbing increasingly.
sense are amazing, they are what make us feel the world around us, make us experience the world, what would we do if we had no senses? Our lives would be so much different, in fact we probably wouldn’t even be able to survive in such a manner. Touch, the soft softness of beautiful long hair, sight, the prettiest flower ever.
what makes us uniquely human; unchartered territory in terms of science, the 7th sense after the 6th sense of female intuition is the kinesthetic sense as MIT is out to establish with the founding of their new major in the kinesthetic sense arena. The k
my sense were overwhlmed by the taste and flavor. the sweet complimented by the cold. The random hard pieces of chocolate within the smooth raspberry of the icecream. It was delicious.
There are five senses. Taste touch smell sight aned hearing. Smell is my favorite. I just love the smell of everything. Like pumpkin. I REALLY like pumpkin smell. anyway senses are very important.
my senses are overwhelmed with the strong pungent scent of rotting flesh
my eyes cannot believe what they are seeing
i came here
to my friends room, to look for her
opened the door
and found what i never expected i would find.
oh, kimmie…
who has done this to you?
you’ve lost your senses, i said angrily, and turned to walk away. he chased after me. no, no i haven’t he pleaded. i saw tears in his eyes. that stopped me. I’ve wanted to tell you for the longest time, he blubbered, staring into my eyes.
what can you hear? what can you see? what can you smell? Are these figments of your imagination? Are these real thoughts, real feelings? I’m not sure how to tell, except for any other way than what i sense.
There’s a few scientists that tell me senses predict whether you’ll be eaten or not. Dolphins have the extra sense of sonar, they have very big brains. I haven’t eaten a dolphin in ages. Wait. I don’t even remember what a dolphin tastes like, it’s taste which usually determines my choice of who gets eaten.
my senses are brushed by your aurora and i can think back through the days i’ve been alive and tell you that i’ve never felt like this, that its more than a guilty pleasure when you come around.
He was so lucky. He looked at his aging grandmother. Her eyes, her ears, her sense of taste, all of it was abandoning her. He never wanted to grow old and lose his means of interacting with the world. He hoped that he never would. He held her coarse hand as he helped her out of her wheelchair to stand one last time.
I want to feel you again. Squeezing my thighs inside of my jeans when the lights were out in my room. On my mattress, pressed against the wall, vodka kisses, rolling on top of each other I can still taste you.
hearing, smell, touch, sight, taste…isn’t smell often overlooked. It shouldn’t be. One smell can take you back, back to when you were a four-year old standing next to mom in the kitchen while she made lollipops on the stove. Ahh. The memories.
Well, I have five senses myself. Sight, touch, taste, smell, and hearing. I really like the taste sense, it allows me to enjoy the foods I eat and to savor what my body needs to survive. Sight and hearing allow me to both see my surroundings and to listen to them as well.
I don’t trust my senses! My fingers touch these keys, but I feel nothing. I see this test, but I do not really see. Why do I continue to write? Why, when it could all be imagined?
i see you because you will be in my way
i hear you because you won’t stop creaming my name
i feel you because you will not stop touching my skin
i taste you because you will not stop kissing my li
my favorite sense has got to be smell. the smells of my kitchen when dinner is cooking, the beautiful aroma of my rose garden in the afternoon. the vanilla scent my daughter wears. sawdust always reminds me of my father, estee lauder , my mom. the cleans fresh air after a rain, the pine of christmas, cinnamon rolls baking, my husband fresh out of the shower, and even the sweet musky smell of grandma. all are memories to me.
Senses are the things that allow me to live. I know it’s technically my organs and things like that, but really, what’s life without colors to see? What’s life without textures to touch? What’s life without breads to smell? What’s life without sweets to taste?
Senses come and go. There isnt a place where they are sure, only times when they are not. The last place you think you would find yourself is the last place that they will be. We are born into sight and smell and hearing, and when we die we do so without any of them. We can only hope to maintain as many as possible as long as we can.
Senses allow you to sense things, such as, quite possibly, people. I mean, you can see people, and you can hear people, and you can touch people, and sometimes you can smell people, and you can taste people, every once in awhile.
You can also sense other things, such as trees. Or butterflies. Or unicorns. Some people even say there’s a sixth sense. That’s absurd, though, but of course.
There is a soft wind in the air tonight bringing with it the scent of flowers that have bloomed in the sun and faded as they closed. The stars seem soft, hidden by hazy clouds. And all I can hear over the porch swing creak is your heartbeat under my ear.
I wish I didn’t have the senses to remember that one night. It shouldn’t show on my face. You shouldn’t have been able to hurt me that way. You were the one to break me down.
My name is He Yujie, I have submitted my application form with my original ticket to the airhostess in my flight of Taca Group from New York to Quito in 14 of May 2008,but I have not got any information and neither know if they have submitted my document and whats my application result.
wait your quick response, thank you.
u breathed breath to my senses when u walked past me wearing those dolce lenses
now im left looking past my shoulder and thinking bout past and present tenses
played about a day and 11 seconds to the time i dared to take a second look and realize i was being deceived by my 5 which help me place reason to heart and mind…12345 thanks again for the nonsense you caught and captured with ur wisdome of delight
I will not let my senses fail me when my pride does. My selfish aims are far too weak to be compromised for with the strength of a bitter truth. I let down my guard once and my senses had failed me but it won’t happen twice my friend.
the senses always lead you to your heart. they are the ways your body tells your mind what is around you, and it tells your heart how to feel. faith, hope, love…they are just as much senses as touch, smell, sight, taste, hearing…
I dont know what my deal is these days. I use to be so sure about myself back when I was a “teen” but now, at the not so tender age ofg 24, I find myself more confused about my life’s direction than I ever have. I wish I could come to my senses.
I sense that you’re in love with me. Which is interesting because I’ve never sensed something like that. It’s been told to me once before, not by the person in love but through a chain of people. This is very different, and very odd.
The senses are what connects us to the world around us. Without them, we would not be able to process what makes us feel alive. Therefore, without senses, we would not be alive.
I like the band Senses Fail. Not really, but my friend Aden does. He loves music like that. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to be writing, but my senses are telling me that I should keep going. See how I worked that one in there? Pretty exciting, eh? Well, I guess I’m half way done. We have five senses, right? Smell, sight, hearing, touch, and.. uh.. taste!
Senses numbed, plagued by past remorse.
Traveling eyes, hopeless romantics dont make for good lovers.
Its question and answer, a charade with no masks.
I miss you terribly.
My senses seem to be failing more and more as the days go by. Every day when I wake, my vision gets cloudier, my hearing becomes muddled, and my skin seems to be numbing increasingly.
It worries me.
sense are amazing, they are what make us feel the world around us, make us experience the world, what would we do if we had no senses? Our lives would be so much different, in fact we probably wouldn’t even be able to survive in such a manner. Touch, the soft softness of beautiful long hair, sight, the prettiest flower ever.
what makes us uniquely human; unchartered territory in terms of science, the 7th sense after the 6th sense of female intuition is the kinesthetic sense as MIT is out to establish with the founding of their new major in the kinesthetic sense arena. The k
senses.
they succeed me. they bring me the joys.
the sound of music.
the smell of citrus.
the view of the horizon.
the taste of food.
the touch of love.
yet beyond these five I am failed.
my senses fail me in situations of practicality.
emotion.
intelligence.
my senses succeed me.
but my senses also fail me.
my sense were overwhlmed by the taste and flavor. the sweet complimented by the cold. The random hard pieces of chocolate within the smooth raspberry of the icecream. It was delicious.
There are five senses. Taste touch smell sight aned hearing. Smell is my favorite. I just love the smell of everything. Like pumpkin. I REALLY like pumpkin smell. anyway senses are very important.
my senses are overwhelmed with the strong pungent scent of rotting flesh
my eyes cannot believe what they are seeing
i came here
to my friends room, to look for her
opened the door
and found what i never expected i would find.
oh, kimmie…
who has done this to you?
you’ve lost your senses, i said angrily, and turned to walk away. he chased after me. no, no i haven’t he pleaded. i saw tears in his eyes. that stopped me. I’ve wanted to tell you for the longest time, he blubbered, staring into my eyes.
“I love you.”
what can you hear? what can you see? what can you smell? Are these figments of your imagination? Are these real thoughts, real feelings? I’m not sure how to tell, except for any other way than what i sense.
My senses fail me. I close my eyes, and I cannot see you, hear you, feel you, any longer. Senses fail, but hate, on the other hand, lasts a long time.
There’s a few scientists that tell me senses predict whether you’ll be eaten or not. Dolphins have the extra sense of sonar, they have very big brains. I haven’t eaten a dolphin in ages. Wait. I don’t even remember what a dolphin tastes like, it’s taste which usually determines my choice of who gets eaten.
my senses are brushed by your aurora and i can think back through the days i’ve been alive and tell you that i’ve never felt like this, that its more than a guilty pleasure when you come around.
He was so lucky. He looked at his aging grandmother. Her eyes, her ears, her sense of taste, all of it was abandoning her. He never wanted to grow old and lose his means of interacting with the world. He hoped that he never would. He held her coarse hand as he helped her out of her wheelchair to stand one last time.
I have 5, maybe six. Some are common, some are not. Some come from the street others are just there.
I use all except for when my nose is stuffed up.
I want to feel you again. Squeezing my thighs inside of my jeans when the lights were out in my room. On my mattress, pressed against the wall, vodka kisses, rolling on top of each other I can still taste you.
a thousand thoughts
your hands
midnight eyes
glare against the street lights
passing cars
pay no mind
to what has begun here
on this sidewalk
hearing, smell, touch, sight, taste…isn’t smell often overlooked. It shouldn’t be. One smell can take you back, back to when you were a four-year old standing next to mom in the kitchen while she made lollipops on the stove. Ahh. The memories.
Well, I have five senses myself. Sight, touch, taste, smell, and hearing. I really like the taste sense, it allows me to enjoy the foods I eat and to savor what my body needs to survive. Sight and hearing allow me to both see my surroundings and to listen to them as well.
There are 5 of them. Smell, taste, touch, hear, sight. Ocassionally theres a 6th one. I belive thats true. Just say it over and over and over.
I don’t trust my senses! My fingers touch these keys, but I feel nothing. I see this test, but I do not really see. Why do I continue to write? Why, when it could all be imagined?
i see you because you will be in my way
i hear you because you won’t stop creaming my name
i feel you because you will not stop touching my skin
i taste you because you will not stop kissing my li
my favorite sense has got to be smell. the smells of my kitchen when dinner is cooking, the beautiful aroma of my rose garden in the afternoon. the vanilla scent my daughter wears. sawdust always reminds me of my father, estee lauder , my mom. the cleans fresh air after a rain, the pine of christmas, cinnamon rolls baking, my husband fresh out of the shower, and even the sweet musky smell of grandma. all are memories to me.
Senses are the things that allow me to live. I know it’s technically my organs and things like that, but really, what’s life without colors to see? What’s life without textures to touch? What’s life without breads to smell? What’s life without sweets to taste?
Senses come and go. There isnt a place where they are sure, only times when they are not. The last place you think you would find yourself is the last place that they will be. We are born into sight and smell and hearing, and when we die we do so without any of them. We can only hope to maintain as many as possible as long as we can.
Senses allow you to sense things, such as, quite possibly, people. I mean, you can see people, and you can hear people, and you can touch people, and sometimes you can smell people, and you can taste people, every once in awhile.
You can also sense other things, such as trees. Or butterflies. Or unicorns. Some people even say there’s a sixth sense. That’s absurd, though, but of course.
the sixth kind. a light in the dark. smoke so thick i can taste it. lights and a tooth busting through gums. crooked teeth or no teeth at all. ding.
There is a soft wind in the air tonight bringing with it the scent of flowers that have bloomed in the sun and faded as they closed. The stars seem soft, hidden by hazy clouds. And all I can hear over the porch swing creak is your heartbeat under my ear.
I wish I didn’t have the senses to remember that one night. It shouldn’t show on my face. You shouldn’t have been able to hurt me that way. You were the one to break me down.
A word can have more than one meaning. Words by themselves mean little. Only by surrounding a word with other words do they accumulate some meaning.
My name is He Yujie, I have submitted my application form with my original ticket to the airhostess in my flight of Taca Group from New York to Quito in 14 of May 2008,but I have not got any information and neither know if they have submitted my document and whats my application result.
wait your quick response, thank you.
i have NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT SENSES.
blah.
u breathed breath to my senses when u walked past me wearing those dolce lenses
now im left looking past my shoulder and thinking bout past and present tenses
played about a day and 11 seconds to the time i dared to take a second look and realize i was being deceived by my 5 which help me place reason to heart and mind…12345 thanks again for the nonsense you caught and captured with ur wisdome of delight
Sen. Senator. Sensen. Sesen? That candy like substance. When I was a kid I loved then and then they were gone.
I will not let my senses fail me when my pride does. My selfish aims are far too weak to be compromised for with the strength of a bitter truth. I let down my guard once and my senses had failed me but it won’t happen twice my friend.
the senses always lead you to your heart. they are the ways your body tells your mind what is around you, and it tells your heart how to feel. faith, hope, love…they are just as much senses as touch, smell, sight, taste, hearing…
I dont know what my deal is these days. I use to be so sure about myself back when I was a “teen” but now, at the not so tender age ofg 24, I find myself more confused about my life’s direction than I ever have. I wish I could come to my senses.
I sense that you’re in love with me. Which is interesting because I’ve never sensed something like that. It’s been told to me once before, not by the person in love but through a chain of people. This is very different, and very odd.
The senses are what connects us to the world around us. Without them, we would not be able to process what makes us feel alive. Therefore, without senses, we would not be alive.
I like the band Senses Fail. Not really, but my friend Aden does. He loves music like that. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to be writing, but my senses are telling me that I should keep going. See how I worked that one in there? Pretty exciting, eh? Well, I guess I’m half way done. We have five senses, right? Smell, sight, hearing, touch, and.. uh.. taste!