I once took a peer pressured pill that sent me in to a hypersensitive thrill. A smiley faced white pill , I was forced to endure to not be labelled a buzz kill. After the effects started to kick in my body began to sway, hallucinations of demons closed in on me which I could not fight away. I was a souls trapped in a human body trying to jump ship, my skin burned to the surface whilst my stomach did a back flip. My peers laughed at me whilst I lost my mind, some tried to take advantage of me on the dance floor with a grind. I felt helpless like I had no control, and I had shed my skin I left my body on the floor she was oh so thin. One tiny pill took my life I followed the reaper to the golden gates whilst he gripped his scythe. Don’t do drugs they take your humanity, addiction paid its price and cost me my sanity
root faeries going wild are sniffing with hypersensitive noses today
seeking out the curliest, most delicious, juiciest vines, along the way.
consuming grasses and roots other animals cannot fathom eating for fun.
if we had feet, said the frightened rutabaga, I would say we had better run!
catfish, seagull, deer, squirrel, grasshopper, Luna moth
each leaving their mark on the world, in their best way
dragonfly, cardinal, monarch, spiritual orbs, sharing truths
hypersensitive individuals pay attention to their lessons.
Learning the intricacies and beauties of the forest too.
the secrets of the apple trees, and the acorn mothers.
Listening to the wind, paying attention to rustle of grasses.
Tree of knowledge is not in a church, school or library.
Tree of knowledge is without and within.
Soul searching, meditation, praying, stilling yourself.
Learning what you can from each encounter with nature.
And God’s creatures and critters, who were sent to teach us.
I've been hurt before
Heartbroken by another
I've been depressed
Laying alone in tears
Crying on the bathroom floor
I've even attempted suicide
But
Never have I ever wished pain upon another
Never have I ever wanted to see some else's tears
For
I know sadness
I've known it for years.
I'm a hypersensitive man
I've felt the pain of another
More than a few times
So
I know how it feels to hurt inside
But
As
I grow older I'm starting to see that all of that pain wasnt meant for me
Six relatives
shell upon shell of relationships
Each layer has its function
Even hens keeps the family in order
My sister Lina and I
are completely different
only a leaf thin wall
separates the laughter from the tears
She is hypersensitive
but incredibly friendly and caring
Frank my brother is my best friend,
he's dear to talk to
We likes to spend
many hours together every day
A special friendship that lasts a lifetime
Aunt Astrid and Uncle Sigmund
is always to be trusted in thick and thin
although I have barely seen them in five years
Sofie and Silje are twins
and my cousins
Have you ever met
someone who never stops talking
They talk all times,
whether they gets an answer or not
Humorous remarks, they are incredible
Gives everything of itself, own experiences,
personal anecdotes, memories and observations
Lots of bubbles and laughter
Some times I wonder on the coincidences in life
We depend on each other, and we need each other
Although we are completely different
20.11.2020
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(fictional poem)
On the eve of the new call,
wits mated with passion,
zeal donated by conception,
hypersensitive pulls attracted all,
contracts into a horrendous span
as independence made for the span.
But after those,
the cry was severed by greed
seasoned by ills inflected by politics,
as all patriots the new trend follow.
By and by: a swap
as the intended assumed claptrap.
The 1960 independence,
in depend ends.
19:10:01:15:16
She’s not right.
She has something wrong with her.
She has a screw loose.
She’s got problems.
What is wrong with him?
How do we fix that?
I am no doctor but….
Having several issues myself, I am
Hypersensitive to these kinds of
Statements.
Yet I hear them all the time.
Yesterday a substitute teacher called
Me, and I figured she was saying this
In front of the entire class, “I am calling
About Henrydexter. What is wrong with him?”
I was instantly ready to run down there
With my sword. When you have been the victim,
You recognize the bullies faster than others.
Written 11-30-2018 Contest: I of the Storm
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
If gently bidding S.H. adieu
Makes Gal Gadot an ableist,
Then her hypersensitive critics
Are nothing if not labelists.
Note: S.H. stands for the late, great physicist, Dr. Stephen Hawking.
Take your pills, open wide
Swallow it with your pride
It’s a cure, overdose
Keep your head down and your mouth closed
We’re so
We know
We’re shallow
I know
You can call it narcissism
You can blame it on materialism
Our delusions, indecision
Children of the Great Recession
Update status
Pop a Xanax
There was texting
Now we’re setxing
We have the gall to have a sense
Of undeserved entitlement
We’re over educated and unemployed
Apathetic and annoyed
We’re so
We know
We’re shallow
I know
You can call it narcissism
You can blame it on materialism
Our delusions, indecision
Children of the Great Recession
Pictures reblogged
Arteries clogged
Kandi kids
Digital natives
Anxiety, can’t concentrate
As obesity permeates
What will happen? Time will tell
And remind us of Y2K and when the towers fell
We’re so
We know
We’re shallow
I know
You can call it narcissism
You can blame it on materialism
Our delusions, indecision
Children of the Great Recession
Lets the bass drop
Generation lost
It’s hard to live
When you’re hypersensitive
my mind is a
-leaking faucet-
completely lost it-
forgot when i had it
last- slave master
-contradiction in terms-
specs- no less- incompletes
taking turns- faking
the best- guilty conscience
-hypersensitive-
flailing about- dirty
snout- no punishment
compares- beyond repair-
greeting good intentions-
wide eyes- stoic despair
exhaustion
scratches at the back of my dry eyes
images of subconscious float into reality
confusing conversation
my skin is hypersensitive
brain aches with overuse
even music hurts
oooo craving
a soft cool pillow
and silence
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