It’s funny how we’re all brimming with desperation. We saturate our senses, cloud them with anything we can so that not a single clear thought comes through. The world is simpler than we think it. Too many of us are afraid to face that.
oh my it is the sense word again – i can’tmake any sens of it is this a sensible solutions or is it just nonsense that I sense – but i don’t give two cents for what sense this sensational sentient sentimental drivel is about..
i feel i think but when i feel i am in a good place all my emotions vibrate so that I can hardly stand still for a moment. Saking in my boots, I will look at myself and wonder whether my emotions are overtaking me or is it just me trying to be smart.
Sense are kene and are often misused. We don’t think about ’em. Just know we have ’em. Misuse ’em and take ’em for advantage. Just like everything else in this world. Just like everything we’re given. Senses entitle us to so much. So much we are unaware of.
I have five senses. Touch, Taste and some other shit. Remember the sixth sense? Like the movie? What the fuck happened to M. Night Salami? Nigga fell off the wagon, nah’mean? Fuck that dude.
bubble gum railraod
stop at the junction for sticky
i wanted to take you bck with me
but i didnt want to g wit you
so i sat on the ench and watched to wave away
as th train pulled out
faster than i could run after it
I have never come to my senses like the grown-ups have prodded me to do. Instead, as I have become a grown-up I have realized that senses are safe and for cowards
the five go a long way but don’t complete the picture. there’s gut, that intuitive feeling about direction, truth, where the real itness lives. visuality is human, smell is canine. but the over
I’ll tell you what senses is. Senses is Charlie Parker, cigarette smoke, and bourbon over ice. Senses is feeling your heels on the wooden floor and closing your eyes and taking the notes IN.
Senses? What am I to write about it. My own senses are dulling right now.Seeing things, maybe hallucinating. I try to sense if if he was upset with wirh all my nonsensical behavior.Sense? Common senses did not bring me here.
I have five of them although I usually ignore the most potent ones. The ones that try to steer me in the right direction, or keep me out of trouble, yeah those are the ones I ignore. My sixth sense is deadly. It takes me on all sorts of adventures. I like to think that it makes me more keen, more aware and most definitely more charming. Can you sense what I’m saying? What I’m feeling?
My senses were overloaded with the scent of roses, the velvet touch of petals, the bright colors glinting under dewy drops, the birdsong winging its way to my ears.
touch, smell, listen, taste, see
feel the world around you
do you ever just….try and shut down one or more of your senses so that another one will stand out more? try it. close your eyes and listen. shut out sound and look, absorb the world around you. it’s beautiful.
he senses that i’m no longer interested, that i’ve tired of this game we’ve been playing for all these years; pretending that things are good between us when they really aren’t anymore; the love between us is fading, like the sun setting over the horizon; the feelings that were once there are blanketed by feelings of resentment and disappointment
She destroyed my senses. Not only did she break my heart, she wanted to make sure no one else would want me after we broke up. Razors to the eyes, fire to the skin, hammer to the nose, acid to the ears and anti-freeze to the tongue. Hello world!
mine are all filled with you…everything about you, every feature, all your quirks, are memorized, starting with the most basic of my senses…growing & taking over more of me every day…you i see, you i taste, smell, hear, hold…you.
your shirt is still in my closet. when i ironed my shirt last night i was careful to hang it right next to yours. so this morning…i sniffed. and i could smell you on my clothes. knowing i want to smell this smell…forever.
I find that my senses are overcome. There’s bright white light and loud humming. There’s coffee in my nostrils, juice on my tongue. She really is more than my senses can handle.
Senses again?
Didn’t I just write about them…?
Well, this site makes none.
I’m writing for a minute about senses.
Why?
I must be pretty bored.
I guess I don’t make any sense either.
My time bar is still green.
My sense of sight tells me so.
OH WAIT. It’s turning orange.
That tells me my time must be running out.
Oh snap.
Snap is a sound, which also appeals to the senses.
senses. it makes no sense sometimes what people do and how they act. senses of smell and sight and touch are so important in creating what we feel and what we sense can be true, but unless we know for a fact, its just a story.
senses. it makes no sense sometimes what people do and how they act. senses of smell and site and touch are so important in creating what we feel and what we sense can be true, but unless we know for a fact, its just a story.
There are five of them.
You have sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell.
They all go to your brain so it can tell you how to respond to these messages.
They help you make decisions, like, if something is too hot, you should not keep touching it.
Or if something smells terrible, move away from it or make it smell good, somehow.
Sometimes, people don’t have any sense.
They just… do things that are weird.
Sense and perception are absolutely vital; they are the mechanisms through which we perceive the world and interpret its significance. If one wishes to simulate death, one need only halt all of one’s senses. Senses Fail is a band. They’re okay. They have a song about rum.
I use all of my senses to take you in, all of them are completely required. I find knowledge in you that i’ve never known, and that without you, will lose forever. I use my senses to probe into all of what you are, and all of what you are becoming, becoming to me.
there are five of them, however some say they have six. im not sure which sense i would rather live without. there are many people who live without at least one sense. i am fortunate ennough to have all of mine. i belive that there could possibly more than 5 senses, but who knows.
I always thought that she couldn’t see me. I was invisible. She couldn’t touch me. She couldn’t feel my breath against her hands, as I held it next to my face. She couldn’t smell my perfume, although I stood right in front of her. My voice was nothing but silence.
i sense a disaster on my tail, it creeps up on me like a shadow and pounce! it has me. it can’t be real, this false sense of security lulling me into nothingness, because it isn’t really there to begin with, and never has. my sense of belonging has left me, and so have you. i can never be who i was before.
It’s funny how we’re all brimming with desperation. We saturate our senses, cloud them with anything we can so that not a single clear thought comes through. The world is simpler than we think it. Too many of us are afraid to face that.
Feelings, ecstacy, emotions, Ryan, love, unbelievable, 6 letters, seeing, touching, tasting, hearing, smelling, roses.
My senses have been awakened by the promise of summertime…Coppertone,barbeque,and the fragrant lilacs that border my yard.
But this week, my senses are dulled somewhat.
Where is the sunshine?
Where is summer?
Why, oh why is it 60 degrees in June??
oh my it is the sense word again – i can’tmake any sens of it is this a sensible solutions or is it just nonsense that I sense – but i don’t give two cents for what sense this sensational sentient sentimental drivel is about..
i feel i think but when i feel i am in a good place all my emotions vibrate so that I can hardly stand still for a moment. Saking in my boots, I will look at myself and wonder whether my emotions are overtaking me or is it just me trying to be smart.
Sense are kene and are often misused. We don’t think about ’em. Just know we have ’em. Misuse ’em and take ’em for advantage. Just like everything else in this world. Just like everything we’re given. Senses entitle us to so much. So much we are unaware of.
I have five senses. Touch, Taste and some other shit. Remember the sixth sense? Like the movie? What the fuck happened to M. Night Salami? Nigga fell off the wagon, nah’mean? Fuck that dude.
bubble gum railraod
stop at the junction for sticky
i wanted to take you bck with me
but i didnt want to g wit you
so i sat on the ench and watched to wave away
as th train pulled out
faster than i could run after it
my senses fail. My 6th is rusty even though i wish it weren’t. Maybe i don’t even have a 6th sense. I can’t see the dead. Or tell you tomorrow.
All of my senses were focused on one thing and only one thing something that could only capture my attention for so long. Him sitting across the way.
I have never come to my senses like the grown-ups have prodded me to do. Instead, as I have become a grown-up I have realized that senses are safe and for cowards
the five go a long way but don’t complete the picture. there’s gut, that intuitive feeling about direction, truth, where the real itness lives. visuality is human, smell is canine. but the over
I’ll tell you what senses is. Senses is Charlie Parker, cigarette smoke, and bourbon over ice. Senses is feeling your heels on the wooden floor and closing your eyes and taking the notes IN.
Senses? What am I to write about it. My own senses are dulling right now.Seeing things, maybe hallucinating. I try to sense if if he was upset with wirh all my nonsensical behavior.Sense? Common senses did not bring me here.
I have five of them although I usually ignore the most potent ones. The ones that try to steer me in the right direction, or keep me out of trouble, yeah those are the ones I ignore. My sixth sense is deadly. It takes me on all sorts of adventures. I like to think that it makes me more keen, more aware and most definitely more charming. Can you sense what I’m saying? What I’m feeling?
My senses were overloaded with the scent of roses, the velvet touch of petals, the bright colors glinting under dewy drops, the birdsong winging its way to my ears.
touch, smell, listen, taste, see
feel the world around you
do you ever just….try and shut down one or more of your senses so that another one will stand out more? try it. close your eyes and listen. shut out sound and look, absorb the world around you. it’s beautiful.
Come to yours. What are you doing? With the limited time all you can do is stare at the sands slipping through your fingers. Get a grip.
he senses that i’m no longer interested, that i’ve tired of this game we’ve been playing for all these years; pretending that things are good between us when they really aren’t anymore; the love between us is fading, like the sun setting over the horizon; the feelings that were once there are blanketed by feelings of resentment and disappointment
I’ve stockholm syndrome.
I sense you stole my senses
when your lips hit mine.
touch, smell, sight, hear, and one more! Or come to your senses. (Get with it.) We don’t have no stinkin senses! lol
senses or senseless:
a thin line dividing
whether breathing or breathless,
thinking or thoughtless;
not me
not this.
life makes so much sense not to make any sense at all.
She destroyed my senses. Not only did she break my heart, she wanted to make sure no one else would want me after we broke up. Razors to the eyes, fire to the skin, hammer to the nose, acid to the ears and anti-freeze to the tongue. Hello world!
mine are all filled with you…everything about you, every feature, all your quirks, are memorized, starting with the most basic of my senses…growing & taking over more of me every day…you i see, you i taste, smell, hear, hold…you.
your shirt is still in my closet. when i ironed my shirt last night i was careful to hang it right next to yours. so this morning…i sniffed. and i could smell you on my clothes. knowing i want to smell this smell…forever.
I find that my senses are overcome. There’s bright white light and loud humming. There’s coffee in my nostrils, juice on my tongue. She really is more than my senses can handle.
i have a lot of senses and sometimes I can’t get them all to work together. sense of smell, sight, touch, hearing i have alot of senses and feelings.
Senses again?
Didn’t I just write about them…?
Well, this site makes none.
I’m writing for a minute about senses.
Why?
I must be pretty bored.
I guess I don’t make any sense either.
My time bar is still green.
My sense of sight tells me so.
OH WAIT. It’s turning orange.
That tells me my time must be running out.
Oh snap.
Snap is a sound, which also appeals to the senses.
Oh, I’m done.
senses. it makes no sense sometimes what people do and how they act. senses of smell and sight and touch are so important in creating what we feel and what we sense can be true, but unless we know for a fact, its just a story.
senses. it makes no sense sometimes what people do and how they act. senses of smell and site and touch are so important in creating what we feel and what we sense can be true, but unless we know for a fact, its just a story.
There are five of them.
You have sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell.
They all go to your brain so it can tell you how to respond to these messages.
They help you make decisions, like, if something is too hot, you should not keep touching it.
Or if something smells terrible, move away from it or make it smell good, somehow.
Sometimes, people don’t have any sense.
They just… do things that are weird.
I felt the way he touched my body as I let out my breath. That heavenly touch was what I lived for. I was my salvation. I loved him so.
Sense and perception are absolutely vital; they are the mechanisms through which we perceive the world and interpret its significance. If one wishes to simulate death, one need only halt all of one’s senses. Senses Fail is a band. They’re okay. They have a song about rum.
senses
senses
i have none?
I use all of my senses to take you in, all of them are completely required. I find knowledge in you that i’ve never known, and that without you, will lose forever. I use my senses to probe into all of what you are, and all of what you are becoming, becoming to me.
‘Smells are surer than sights or sounds to make your heartstrings crack’, so says Rudyard Kipling.
there are five of them, however some say they have six. im not sure which sense i would rather live without. there are many people who live without at least one sense. i am fortunate ennough to have all of mine. i belive that there could possibly more than 5 senses, but who knows.
I always thought that she couldn’t see me. I was invisible. She couldn’t touch me. She couldn’t feel my breath against her hands, as I held it next to my face. She couldn’t smell my perfume, although I stood right in front of her. My voice was nothing but silence.
I left shortly. She had sixth sense.
i sense a disaster on my tail, it creeps up on me like a shadow and pounce! it has me. it can’t be real, this false sense of security lulling me into nothingness, because it isn’t really there to begin with, and never has. my sense of belonging has left me, and so have you. i can never be who i was before.