That brand
spanking
new
refrigerator,
didn’t matter at all

The home it was housed in however
was a palace to bask in

Stand it upright
hop from the bed

Crawl in aloft
put a soft blue blanket on top
sit back, watch as it captures all your thoughts
cait-cait Jun 20
when i was little ,
dad handed me a shovel and
he handed me
a dress.

he taught me how to dress myself
and then how to garden ,

to dig each hole
in soft
           flesh and soil.  

ive grown up since,
gotten taller,
and can hold
the shovel by myself ,

so
i dig graves now instead .

ive saved one for dad ,
                               and ive saved one for me.

six feet deep ,
                        it’s a bed with no blankets
and it’s
perfect ,
and
it’s mine —

and
i want to be buried in a dress
i can button
                     all
                         by myself ,

because
dad also handed me a shotgun.
you've made this bed, now lie in it!
Hold me
close and
tuck me
Into bed
when I
am tired
and my
eyes are
heavy
with
sorrow,
heal
our
souls
as we
wrap
each
other
warm
In a blue
blanket
and watch
the rain,
drinking
tea and
lost in
falling
stars,
we are
all strangers
until we open
our hearts to
love, fated
silhouettes
become
one dream
come alive,
for you
are not
beside,
but rather
within
me
Free small-pox blankets;
one to a family, please.
Our token of peace.
Just your average friendly neighborhood germ warfare

Extracted from a chapter entitled "These Are Your Haiku On Drugs" from an untitled, and unfinished, novel.
It’s been raining here for a couple of days now.
I have a habit of sitting on the porch in a blanket and letting the rain fall on me.
Each drop a whole new emotions.
Sometimes tears fall with the rain.
Smiles come and go.

Then I go back inside and wring out my blanket.
And as the water flows out. So do all of my emotions.

                        With love,
                                Anonymous
Love,let me be your warm woollen blanket,
Waiting patiently on your bed,
For night to unfold,
And so would you me.
Ready for bed,you would reach out for me,
Touch me,
Lift me,
Hug me,
With ease wrap me around your self,
Snuggle underneath me,
Clutch me tight,
In case I don't slid away.
It would be you and I,
Your soft breaths and my warmth,
Will lullaby us to sleep every night.
You
You.
Yes, you.
I see you.
I see the darkness looming under those ocean colored eyes.
The one you've tried so hard to hide.

Taking over every inch of you.
Enveloping you with the devil's embrace.
Hillary B Apr 15
blankets aren’t just blankets
far more than cloth and fluff

they provide a decent replication
of your arms
holding me

the warmth you provide
the protection you bring
the comfort that swallows me

but when you aren’t here
your arms too far
I have a blanket
that does an okay job

until you’re back
embracing me
you’ll find me cocooned up
waiting
in a daydream
A Christmas gift of
Decades has, many a night,
Kept me warm… cushioned
My arm rest… formed a pillow.
My security blanket.
A beautiful blanket gifted me by a friend, so many years ago, during an illness.  It has kept me comfortable and warm for all these years and still does.
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