Poem Written Age 16 (Edited)

I remember how this felt… overwhelming.

I know I’ve never said a thing;
You maybe think I dumb.
But when you sit down next to me
I go completely numb.

My stupid jeans beside you, here
Inside this shopping mall:
It’s like your “here-ness” fills the room
And I’m not here
At all

wholly other

she’s wholly other in her ways…

she’s wholly other in her ways:
considered beautiful by guys,
but aims to be both good and wise,
so as to truly merit praise

she is not proud, although she’s smart,
she knows what she must have for sure:
a man who’s good to more than her
will be the one to win her heart

The Best View

…Isn’t always where you’d think.

The best book that I ever read –
It didn’t look that great.
And from a blackened barbecue –
The best I ever ate.

I am not saying “ugly equals good”
Oh, no, far from it:
I’m merely saying, the best view’s
Not always
At the
Summit

The Forgotten Sense

One sense I might be lacking is the sense of what this prompt is all about.

Super Sensitive

If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?

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I would give up my sense of direction
To have a better sense of fashion

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Super Sensitive.”