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Brittle Bird Jan 2015
I just need a hug

warm arms into I can fall

oh, and don't we all
HUGS TO EVERYONE.
I feel the need right now, and I think many of you do as well. I love you.
Hunter K Dec 2014
Oh my!
The monsters in the closet!
Are coming out tonight,
I bet they have empty sockets,
And that they know how to fight,
I have no weapons in my pockets,
As I am no noble knight,
But what can I do?
Its like my feet are stuck to the floor with glue.
They can see threw my soul,
Like in my chest there is a hole,
I can't gain control,
The feelings that make me whole,
Why must I be haunted,
By these unwanted,
Forgotten,
Rotten,
Misunderstood souls?

Oh my!
Here comes one now,
Crawling on all fours,
Looking like a thin cow,
Coming out of my closet doors.
It begs,
To me,
For something more important than my legs,
More important than its knees,
It asks for my trust,
It asks for me to not run away in disgust,
I scream,
Please tell me this is all a dream!
Tell me this is not what it seems,
That this is all just an evil scheme.

I wake,
Feeling myself shake,
With pure fear,
As if I am about to shed a tear.
What was that dream about?
Why do I feel as if I must shout?
Have I seen my closet the wrong way?
That it may just be a home?
For all if the stray,
Monsters that roam,
The earth,
Looking for what they are worth?

I climb out of bed,
Remembering what the monster said,
I open the door,
Peering down at the floor,
I heard no roar,
I heard no squeal of a boar.
Could it all have been fake?
Well that's a chance I will not take.
I place myself down,
Inside my closet,
I try not to frown,
As no monster comes for my nightly fear deposit,
I sigh,
And close my eyes,
Giving my monsters a surprise,
Giving them no wails or cries,
But hugs in till the sun a rise.
Y Obs Dec 2014
I will always find thrill
In remembering when your
Lips are on mine and
Our bodies intertwined

I will always find warmth
In remembering your
Touch that gives me
So much comfort and
Your arms which are my home

I will always find shivers
In remembering you
Holding my hand and how
Your thumb draws endless
Circles on my skin

And I will always find longing
In remembering those moments
With you
How do you get me excited ?
When the evening breeze tares
my thoughts of you .
When the mental images taxes
my reason of right and wrong
When your words tease
my desires for you .
When I just crave your touch .
When I wish to touch your face .
To press lips together ,
savoring your breath .
To sigh heartwise without
the disguise of fear .
Take eternal the heaven of hugs
from your breast .
To share dreams that dance
like phantoms in the flames
of eternal love .
Weild the wild luster
embedded in my soul
from the ages past .
Longing in depth's decisions ,
made and bled ,
for a future truth .
My how you excite me !
Iris Nyx Dec 2014
I've stepped closer
Into a world unknown
a world I didn't know
existed

And still I don't know if I'm in love
still I can't tell
but what I do know
is that I love you

I care deeply
and your hugs
are . .
your touch
is . .

is

is

Home
Mae Dec 2014
Some find comfort in warm hugs
In kisses, in long walks by the beach
Others in soft gazes,
Warm smiles given by a loving mother
I, for instance, have neither

I work with words
Where every inch of my body is a collection of thoughts
Each more complex than the other

Life has given me a fountain of emotions
And every day I wait for you
To come and contemplate your beauty
Because it wasn't about what you were looking at
It was what you saw

I don't find my comfort in words
Nor warm hugs or kisses
I find comfort in you.
this one was a bit messy
Elizabeth P Dec 2014
Your name riddles my papers
Your words riddle my thoughts
Your voice rattles my legs
You rattle my heart

I want to know your heart
I want to know your mind
I want to know your soul
And I want you to be mine.

I long for a sweet embrace
I long for an adrenaline coated kiss
I long for one more dance
I long to see you again

What am I to do,
If I love you?
Courtney Dec 2014
You use to make my heart skip a beat
         and my stomach do flips
And now you're kissing her and  
           and I'm hugging him.
Yet, here I am wasting my tears on you.
*****.
Mary Generic Dec 2014
I count the hours in diapers, wipes, formula and tiny prepackaged jars of mashed food.

I count the weeks in early morning babble, and bedtime stories. In cuddles.  

I count the months in doctors appointments and milestones; first teeth, rolling, talking, crawling, walking.  

I count my heart beats when they stop because of tumbles, rolls and kabonka bonks.

I count my smiles in discovery, first aided and unaided steps; when small things to me seem so big and new to him.

I count my tears in sleepless nights, upset tummies, and runny noses.

But if you ask me the time, or what day it is, I won't be able to tell you. Because I count time in moments. They go by so fast, and if I stop to blink or give you the time I will miss them.
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