What is emotion?

What does it feel like? Why? Try to be as descriptive as possible.
Rules:
Collabs are accepted
must be between 200-300 words
1 entry per person
be creative! You have one week.

"200-300 words
be creative!"

That's an unfair trick.

A Jaunty Afternoon Walk

A day today that just went by
a walk in a balmy but blustery day
a stranger strode by with happy Hello
with a smile that sent lightness to my heart
steps buoyant, in a cheerful jaunty way
all cheery and gay with a gladsome smile
lighthearted and sunny, whistling an upbeat tune

This exuberant and exultant man
jubilant and rapt with the wonderful day
rejoicing and thrilled to be alive
hopeful and optimistic for a rosy tomorrow

what was his story, I wondered
was he free from all his sorrow
his burden heavy, and feeling blue,
was he brokenhearted and cast down,
by the woman he dearly loved
or crestfallen and dejected,
by children who depressed him

was he despondent and disconsolate
after losing everything he owned
even so, he was no longer down or downcast,
nor was he downhearted and forlorn

this train of words passed by
visions of embroidered miracles
laughter bubbling out my lips
happy endings on my fingertips
Its heartening and heartwarming
inspiring and stimulating to songs
that spells of stirring, uplifting joy

A delightful and enjoyable sojourn
outside the door on a sunny evening
A pleasant encounter so welcomed
a joyous and happy day!  

The red shoes

Happiness eludes me
I no longer yearn nor seek
nothing's lost
when rivers flow backwards
pulling against gravity

go, let it go

A bare tree at the window
one lonely leaf stuck at the limb
shriveled, tatters trembles
afraid to be lost, disowned
muted vibrations linger

go, let it go

The hot sun scorching
the snow on the ground, impervious
my fingers frostbitten, numb
I embrace the cruelty of nature

go, let it go
I can't, I won't

I sent a postcard to Dr. Sandy
told her I was fine,  
I let it go
I lied

I wonder if she knew
I lied
the many times before
when I nodded and smiled
sat on her pretty couch
lint free, perfect, impeccable
stared at her red shoes
bold, strong and confident

I want to be just like her
when I grow up
I have to find
red shoes
same size, same height

Crestfallen, in search
for the perfect red
none match
in triumphant defeat
there is a place
where red reigns supreme
coloring broken dreams

I will let go
it will be beautiful,
you will see

I’m very emotional right now; unless you want me to write fuck it 200-300 times. I shall return later when I have less of an emotion.

between two and three hundred
words she pointed out my faults,
but who's counting...it still hurts...

Casting crowns down to hell she kisses me..... of love i know nothing but sixteen broken hearts.... or are they broken souls
i adore the time when some girl is close in the darkness
And the only color i hear whispering words like "danger" is crimson

Love is not a feeling but a spirit you inhale
much like hallucinogens of the high class society
That leave you feeling butterflies in your stomach
And images of Eros and grace behind your eyes

Love makes you certain you are alive  

- Day Dreamer -

Sunshine that breaks through the clouds of grey

Come
Bring hope into my soul again

Sun shine in the sky above
Brings us to a bright new day

Sun shining brightness of golden face
Smile down upon broken disgrace

Into my soul once more
Sun shining bright
Let me bathe in your golden dreams

Sun shining bright
Sun shines right

Sunshine that brightens your weary face
Enters your eyes, leaves a golden trace

Sunshine that fills the holes in your soul
Sun shine smile your golden grace

Your golden face
Sun shine
Sun shine
Sun shine

Depression is holding me hostage

Sinking deeply into a dark abyss
Running away from the world I just want
to die .
Life is cruel and heaviness never seems to
ever leave my shoulders
Burdened so burdened
I wish I was never born
My useless life stinks like shit
I just want to die


People pass me by smiling and happy
but I can't seem to see the goodness
And beauty in my unhappy life
Why was I even born?
Why do I feel this way ?
When would I ever get my happy
back?
Too many questions
Too little answers
Contemplating the best time of the
day to end this shit hole I called life


Plagued for many years of this crazy emotions
Took pills after pills , after pills
But none worked for me .
It's like a fucked up roller coaster
Sometimes I'm happy
But I'm mostly sad
Sadness have taken a place in my heart
I just need some happiness
I need a break from my suicidal thoughts
Would someone please help?
I'm crying out for help
I need to be free ,
Held hostage in my own mind
A prisoner to my body
Please break me out of these
prison bars
I hear freedom knocking
So close yet
So very far away
I just want to be free.

When it wells up inside of me, I lose all control
No one and nothing can stop me before heads roll
It’s loud and cold and goes on forever; it doesn’t stop, it goes on a while
Until bodies end up in a pile

The feeling is like a balloon being blown up with air
Popping out memories of everyone in my life that has never treated me fair
If a better road was near, I’d run before it got started and split
But it was not always possible, so I started to disregard it

Not being able to have emotions as a child, I was taught to be shy by She who is dead
“Think before you speak.”  “Do not yell in public.”, she said
And most of all, act like a lady, not a clumsy and fat little girl
Stop jumping around and lifting your skirt as you twirl

Once able to, I released my childhood, I took over the world in mere minutes
Started drinking, drugging, acting out, having major public fits
The feeling was freeing, powerful, and it was as warm as Hell’s halls
I was surprised that I got up after so many ugly and tormented falls

Tearing down people, trashing anyone in my way, I plowed through life
Unable to stop, louder and louder I would scream, out of nonsensical strife
I used, abused, and I was consumed by it for many years
Often getting right up after it stopped before I could wipe away the tears

Little did I know that the booze and drugs fueled it; it boiled over, too hot
When I was under the influence, that is all the emotion I got
To be that way with people I loved soon became a way of life for me
They laid down, took it, hung their heads, and were unable to speak or see

For without it, I am still quiet, reserved, and respectful to a point
Legal drugs now keep it at bay, there are no more beers or smoking a joint
It is there deep within and sneaks up in my soul’s cauldron of emptiness
God help those around me next time, please take it personally less

I asked my only living uncle, one time out of the blue, why I was this way
And he said “Baby, you are Italian; it is all I can say.”
Don’t worry, move on, live life, we are all the same
Little did I know the answer would change the game

When I was young, she always said that I was mental and just like him
My missing father, the one they called Jim
Never allowing me to know him, became her life’s game
And she won; it became her claim to fame

Never knowing that side of me, it destroyed my life
I withdrew, held everything in, and allowed it to ruin my soul like a knife
And the emotion it brought was raw and immensely felt
It took over, not being allowed to express it when I was young, I never dealt

unconquered depression...
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As an unexpected, uninvited, miserable type of guest-
like a mucus pale green and drying outside the nose-
no one bothers knocking first ,
it just comes in when no one's home.

Messing up your brand new sheets,
staining pillows , driving me-
always somewhere new and painful-
always old and much more hateful-

Hallucinating images bleed...
the smell of pine from every need
you ever had or ever grew from
sucking dry the youth and then some.

Mandatory aching bones from effort in the mind of those
that think they can relate to me-
to install reason and help me see-

that life is always what we make it?
but what about the demons that take it?-
and roll that mock-up of some poor soul
trying hard just to .... they don't know...

So, I think about it,
read about it,
cry about it,
and laugh - its crowded...
Walking in museums with tapestries of the past
hanging on the walls of the memories in my grasp-
Delete is not an option to what disturbs the daily grind-
Peace is not forgotten - it is a dream I cannot find.