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I think people interpret it wrong
when someone says home
they mean where they belong

A home doesn’t have walls
it has security and comfort
It makes you feel all fuzzy and warm
it's a house that has these bedrooms and halls

Home is a feeling
you’ll find it in that one person
who’ll make you feel warm even when it’s freezing

With each other
you’ll argue but you will also care
You will cry but then also learn to smile
with each other, everything you’ll share

You will have lots of adventures together
from dealing with life, to maybe visiting Rome
But no matter where you go, for always and forever
You will have this person as your home.
From little dollies,
To sitting in trollies.
Sitting beneath trees,
In the summer breeze.
Not a care I felt,
Nor a worry to feel.
Just me and my friends,
Imaginary or real.
The delight of innocence,
In the simpler days,

As I ponder back to the simpler ways.
as I am numbed in euphoria by
the closeness of his embrace,
the eclipse which held me in paralysis
slowly bleeds in the sky
as it anchors a crescent light of passion.

oh, he has held the disaster of my body
in his palm and has laid me naked upon him.

tucked neatly among the webbings of his fingers
is a whispering lily that sings me to sleep.

the sphere of black,
fixated upon the sky,
is melting...

I weep to see his loving eyes
pour over the deprived valley
that is the entirety of my being.

yet...
It is as if this man,
and his exposed nakedness encompassing me,
is the coming season of warmth
which teaches me nourishment...
blood poetry
he looks upon every
disturbing part of me
with faith,

as if I were never dangerous; forever delicate...

when we stare into
one another, the thousand
ghosts of everything
I am ashamed of become pacified...
blood poetry
rstlss Mar 26
the color of
happiness;
my favorite for as long as my hands learned of brush strokes and canvases

so vibrant,
comforting

the color of
you;
my favorite for as long as my hands felt the warmth of yours in a struggle I've never been through

so safe,
comforting


My dearest orange,
I'm glad you exist.

Let my heart beat for you
over the moon, and
under the orange skies.
last for now aight adios
Malia Mar 13
Barbed wire disguised as a sanctuary.
Decay in the comfort of a garden full of foxglove.
How long have I been sitting here?
Nightshade sure looks pretty
When it’s far away.
Aidan Mar 4
It’s something that you smell
It’s something that makes you feel at home
It’s something that brings comfort
What is that for you?

What brings you the feeling of a tight hug?
What brings you the feeling of protection?
Is it a thing or a who?
Do you have a someone to lean on?
Do you have someone to make everything fade?

That’s the goal isn’t it?
It find a solace in life
A place of absolute comfort and trust
To find somewhere you feel at home
Is it your home or a different place?
Is it a person, place, or thing?
What makes you feel like you’re safe?
Where is your safety blanket?
Who is your safety blanket?

It’s a feeling of warmth wrapped all around
It’s a feeling of strength and assurance
It’s a feeling that cannot be mimicked
You’ll know what this feeling is when you have it
In that moment
You’ll feel at peace
The weight of a thousand sand bags will lift
The weight of all your worries
Gone with the wind
Turned into a feather to be blown away

Have you felt this?
Recent thoughts floating about
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During Your creation,
You rest not because You’re tired —
You rest but the details were hidden to us,
You do things because You are God.

Most of the times, I do not understand You
And yet You have never failed me —
You have never left nor forsaken me.

My life is short, Lord…
Let no one ****** me from You.
Remove those that isn’t for me —
My great desire is more of You and less of me.

The battles I face, I drop them down
I won’t carry any sword but I’l run to You.
I’ll run to my Father’s arms and tell You,
“Lord, I am so tired…”

I know You can see me —
You even listen to conversations
You keep away from my own ears
And it’s how You protect me.

You have never abandoned me
But You gave so much meaning in my life
And even if the world shows me who I was,
You unveil the truth and set me on fire.

The heavy curtains and the puffy clouds,
You remove them from my vision.
You form new things more than I ever imagined.
And You mold me with Your willing hands again.

I cry to You, my God
I cry for help coz I don’t need somebody else.
I am desperate when I call You —
I am willing to live for You,
So bury me in Your arms,
In Your loving arms.
Anais Vionet Feb 26
You can only spend so many hours in labs, study groups and classrooms - under relentless, fluorescent lighting - before you start feeling life withdrawal.

When I hit that stresshold, I need to rebalance myself.

I could go to the New Haven harbor - I find the ocean endlessly relaxing - or for a quick fix, I can always rely on the warmth of multicolored product packaging.

For the last one, a grocery store will do. I’ll walk the bright, prismatic cereal aisle, and run my finger gently along the gratuitous, rainbowed variety of selections.

It’s a soothing gesture that I repeat several times. A reminder that there are still beautiful, shiny things out there, on demand, in the uncomplicated, non-academic world.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Gratuitous: unnecessary and over the top
In this drafty bedside cavern
I lay with my feet up against the wall
tap tap tap
Held up over my hard head
Resting against the hard ground
Back here, where my pillow is my headstone
This palace is a burden,
Utterly insufferably forgiving.

Fantasy hits the ceiling
A dream shot from my mind
CRACK
Moonlight shines through the cave's newborn fissures
Useless to me
Uselessly groveling under shadowy sheets of sky  
I need this sterile fluorescent light.

It dances across my face
pitter patter pitter patter
It drops into my eyes,
Falls into the chasm between my lips
Cold and reeking of rot
Cold and tasting of an invasive species of mildew
I swallow, choking back tears
I eat it
It eats back.
Francis Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Bishop, CA
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