Do you ever want to crawl inside a duvet like a tomb.
Anonymous
Anonymous
Jun 1, 2013

Do you ever want to crawl inside a duvet like a tomb.
To have the warmth pressing in on all sides,
Like the hug you always crave
but never receive.
Blocking out the outside world.
All light,
gone.
All senses,
gone.
Like a temporary death.
Trying on your coffin as you would try on a dress.
You slow your breathing
and squeeze your eyes shut so tight, you’re seeing spots.
Can literally feel time moving around you,
Can hear the sound of rain pattering on the roof
and it’s like the heavens are falling.
You’re in your own world
In your own galaxy.
Alone.
Far away from the body lying on its bed wrapped in its duvet.
Distanced from the problems,
the troubles,
and the beating of your own heart.
Craving for this to never end,
And maybe it doesn’t have to.

we're only separated *by the duvet on my bed*
Circa 1994
Circa 1994
Nov 18, 2013

Remember the first time
I told you that I adore you?
And you said it made your stomach feel strange,
in a good way I suppose.

I get that same
pleasantly strange feeling
when I think of touching you,
or you touching me.
Or even just lying within arms length of of each other.

It starts
in my stomach
and leaves a tingling trail
throughout my hips.
Sometimes retreating to my lips.

Sometimes I pretend
we're only separated by the duvet on my bed
instead of the Atlantic ocean.

I know I love you because
When I'm not thinking of you,
The way your mouth is shaped
When you're confused
The way your tongue dances
When you laugh
The way your shoulders move
When you run towards me,
I feel broken

Why would the grass
Smell so sweet in the spring
Why would the sun
Shine with so much similarity
To your eyes
If you weren't mine

My heart has long stopped caring
About life's little trials
And is now
Completely broken for you
So, yeah, I know I love you

#love   #him  
Peyton duvet
Peyton duvet
Aug 24      Aug 26

I feel too much to contain
I won't let you know
Friends
Friends who do this
Because we can't do anything else
So I do this
Hoping fearing
One day you will find this
Find me

I take a deep breath
It's too fast
I'm not slowing down
Because  I  l o v e  y o u
Words I have been angry at
But now they apply
You laugh
I roll my eyes
You lure me without doing a thing
Your sad sappy glance
The secret kiss when you leave me
And go into an unknowing
Reality
The smell of your
Chest. Your lips. Your hair.
I look at every part of you
The way you pull me in
The way your lips form simple words
The way your eyes get soft
As you take me in too

I sleep
Content and fearless
Because In that moment
The world does not exist
Just us
Just your grasp on my waist
Just every little thing about you
Tearing my heart apart
As I look at you
And I can't tell you

#love   #falling  
From the depths of my duvet sleep
Alefi
Mar 8, 2010

From the depths of my duvet sleep
Your voice commands;
An arrow through the distance between
You and I, it made me
Take up the shutters
Of my insular shell
To welcome the night,
Lit by a mere halogen moon,
No Goddess for me to praise-
Only thick wraiths of choking smoke,
Absorbing what to you is a perfect orb
Of singular clarity

Scraping its way up my throat
A scream that needs to be muffled
But instead I force it to
Into my heart

The anger it will be stored
And added to my collection
A ticking time bomb
Of moments of realization
That the world is unfair
And you are not welcome in mine

I let these feelings brew
Because if I let them out
Ten times that amount
Will find their way back
Into my heart

#anger   #rage  
Peyton duvet
Peyton duvet
4 days ago      3 days ago

I am a pit
You left me an emotionless object
All my life
Is gone
All my confidence
Is gone
All of my will
Gone

My reason to smile at little things
The constant subconscious beaming
The sweet smelling secrets
Sucked out of me
With a vengeful heartless twist
Of the sharpest dagger of all
The words that I swore
Would never be formed from your lips
That once loved me so tenderly
Or so I thought

I find myself driving at night
Fighting a war
But then I realize
I'm a pit

this Duvet day to end quickly.
Marieta Maglas
Marieta Maglas
Aug 24, 2013

It was a kid-glove orange, a

leaf, or a Dancy tangerine

falling from the tree. I didn't



see it. I was watching a dance

of anger on TV while learning

to swing in a way that left me



needing my forlorn hope. The

change did not occur. Outside,

a drunk driver wearing zipper-skin



orange driving gloves swerved

sharply and hit my old, gnarled

tree during imbuing my hearing



with sexual innuendo. He could

not escape his awkward accident.

Much later, I heard that he had



suffered from Saint Vitus's dance.

In time, no one was able to heal

the wounds of my soul. I wanted

this Duvet day to end quickly.

I had a dream once
You kissed me
Laced your perfect little big bony
Fingers around mine
You picked me up
I looked in your eyes
And saw my home
Your perfect little big blue
Ocean eyes
And you felt like home
Warm and perfectly cool
Safe and dangerous
And my heart
Felt too content to stand it

Now I just lay on your chest
And listen to your body
Looking at my hand in yours
Feeling torn
Because my home can never be mine
You love one thing
I love another
And that's not acceptable
I'm a mess
I don't care
I want you
I want to be trapped inside you
Inside my perfect little world
My home

Safe in your walls
Safe in your perfect little big walls

#love   #broken   #home  
A Thomas Hawkins
A Thomas Hawkins
Jul 25, 2010

Ease me slow into the day
wake me gently from my sleep
if you must steal me from my dreams
the highlights let me keep

Don't wake with a noisy bell
or unexpected calls
wake me with the sound of rain
as on the metal roof it falls

Rouse me with sounds of nature
rising winds before the storm
give me time to close the shutters
before returning to the warm

If you could do this in the morning
and wake me in a gentle way
For once I'd take the day off
and in my bed I'd stay.

 
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