Lift my soul high. Feelings are meant to be said and not kept in, no matter what. Feelings that I share are on in a million. Does it matter the color of our skin, or does it really? Do I feel the
rain drops fall upon me, every moment, what about you? I should not just share my feelings I just wish everyone would tell me, how they feel, what makes them feel this way, and when did it happen. I wish I could sometimes find my thoughts, I seem so lost in this meaningless world, yet it's touch yearns to me like everything else. My passion burns with feelings. What are my thoughts, what are
my feelings? My feelings... Are closed at the moment... (To be continued)...
neutral stare -- Tell me what ya think.--
question "Feelings"
Risa JordanWe each have feelings, me and you,
Sometimes we're happy and sometimes we're blue.
When something scares us, we feel afraid,
We all feel proud of something we've made.
When we want to know more, we feel curious.
When we slip on the floor, we feel furious.
We sometimes feel lonely when there's nothing to do.
We sometimes feel hunger when there's nothing to chew.
We all feel excited when we make a new friend,
I'm feeling sorry 'cause my poem must end.
