I think all emotions would be water--you can form water to be anything you want. You can make it hot, you can make it cold; you can make it clear, you can make it colored; you can let it flow or you can make it solid, or you can just turn it into a vapor and watch it wisp away.

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If feelings were substances, what would they be?

sandflea68

• 152 reads

Fruit Fantasies

I filter blueberries through my fingers

visions of bruising, crushing

staining of psyche

robbing of youth and passion

Stroking satin skin of bananas

velvety walls encasing lust

green silk leaves sway in breeze

swatting the insidious flies

that take a quick bite

Rolling sun baked apples in my palms

warning that a serpent lurks

poisoned thoughts permeating

beneath that energetic growth

masked disguise of martyrs

blanketed quilt pillowing peaches

round voluptuous hips

warm and earthy

sensuous to the touch

begging to be disrobed

fertile strawberries offering their wares

erotic blushes

tantalizing offers

fruit of the gods

promising bounty

juice of mangoes running down my lips

oozing on tongue

tangy as taste of a kiss

perfumed on its hot spots

appealing to liquid senses

curling my fingers around melons

plump maidens ready to be opened

succulence without words

betrothed in juicy pledges

spent rinds left at dawn

peeling the clothing of the grape

angry and dark, yet

sweet at the center

warmth and passion

in sun-baked wine

Moody blues and sensuality of fruit

undercover fantasies

hidden centers

mood sensitivity

nectar of pleasure

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If feelings were substances, what would they be?

PhynneBelle

• 191 reads

When the Curbside Pined for You

Do you think

of the pavement with each

graceful prance, each careless

step a mocking pressure

upon its squalid face?

If it paused

in its hopelessness

and anguish

to take stock of

infatuation and take

offense at your naive

snub

(note: sidewalks, to my knowledge

do not, as a rule

love, think, or bear grudges, still)

it would rear

and skin your

damn-lovely

porcelain knees

even as it daydreams

fondly of that night two

months ago when you, inebriated,

besotted, clung to it

for dear life

and whispered

your numerous sorrows

as it caressed and soothed

your flushed cheek.

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If feelings were substances, what would they be?

A Collection of Poems

Chapter 66 of 127

justaperson

Emotions

Anger is a new sharp knife,

while Pain is the dullness of war and strife.

Sadness is the pouring of rain on a gloomy day

and Happiness is nothing but a sunny ray.

Love is the cackling of a fire,

warming you up like fries in a fryer.

Jealousy is your teenage bully,

and Depression is nothing wooly.

Joy is the bright Christmas tree,

while Shame is a useless plea.

Trust is a loving hug,

Fear is a murderous thug.

Anxiousness is a consuming pressure,

Calmness is no new refresher.

Being Lonely is nothing fun,

Braveness is like standing in the sun.

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If feelings were substances, what would they be?

Trousers

• 120 reads

Substances

Fire is hatred

Ice is aloofness

Mud is confusion

Air is encouragement

Water is love

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If feelings were substances, what would they be?

Hell4heart

• 159 reads

You

Your love was like falling down.

I fell hard, never once made a sound.

Your heart was like an endless maze.

The beginning of the never ending phase.

Loving you was like a light.

One I grew closer to by day, by night.

Your pain was like my bruised knees.

Something that I couldn't ease.

Your anger became a raging fire.

One that I tried hard to tire.

Your pride was a bitter cold.

One that aged me; made me old.

Your remorse seemed a rarity.

Turned me into a parody.

Your distance was an endless winter.

A darkness, an emptiness, and endless splinter.

Your sorrow was the end of a day.

Black, and white, and in the way.

Your confusion grew to a thousand pins.

Needle in a haystack, the needle never wins.

Your addiction was an endless fight.

Bloody massacre, ruined my life.

Your weakness was like a newborn child.

Uncontrollable, sweet, and wild.

Your fear was like an endless sea.

We tried to swim with endless plea.

Your surrender was a diving fall.

A rope to prove the point of it all.

Your death is just the end of me.

Complete, obsolete, and too dark to see.

But your love.. is like the gift that keeps giving.

I remember it's truth, and gain reason for living.

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If feelings were substances, what would they be?

PIBarrington

• 83 reads

A Recipe for Love

That's what you're really asking me, isn't it? A pinch of this and a sprinkle of that to comprise the complex blend of human emotions that we call love. Let me see, what would a standard recipe be comprised of?

To start, perhaps a generous glass or two of deep red burgundy for all of the intense emotions that boil beneath the thin, pale pastry dough baked and dried to the consistency of sand and salt, the dry, almost lifeless sense of longing and despair and loss, broken easily into crumbling bits.

But the filling? Ah, that would be full-on cream, thick and smooth and sweet as it hides behind all the others. For that precious and rare commodity, all the emotions that attempt to disguise the sweet taste and bury it deep within the pastry only to have it overflow into and onto everything until it must be licked slowly and with relish and enjoyed to the extreme. For that short, delicious time, almost anything is given and after it ends, almost everything is given to get it back and savor it once more. That flavor, that all-encompassing desire, steams up and swirls around the mind in tendrils of warm aroma

teasing the senses with tastes, touches, and scents of love, that indefinable substance that can take on any form as long as it is pleasurable in the human experience.