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You’re wet and snotty. Yet so comfortable. And you hug me thight though out the night
You’re great friend
Neelam Jun 9
The place where he rested his head
was warm,

This isn't just a pillow, but a witness

of his silent tears,

This pillow absorbed the pain in his
soul,

Comforted him during his darkest moments,

and listened intently to

the whispers of his heart...
For those young men who are lonely and defeated, the pillow is a huge blessing.
butterfly
step by
step
brick
nail by
nail
snail
sitting
in the hair
of a willow
dandelion
pillow
may 2021
Raven Feels Apr 2
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, do you know when you can't get him of your mind???---yup I just jut that down---again:]


the heavenly blues they contain

in the hellish echoes that remain

sealed in the air bitters and sweets clicks and blinks

close the drowns let it drink

silent yet so loud for the ears to bleed

keening in question marks

on the hungry pleads they feed

a staring moment to them a second in the blur

saved in the heart buried in the soul until the other occur

is it in a charming color

is it in a warming memory

is it in a meet of fated destiny

make it stop

make it stand

let it slip out stay in the hand

not for tonight for eternity

not for tomorrow for serenity

from a contagious bit of

confusion

a whispering musing dance of illusion

put the dare in the hence

it is then to keep to fence  

lies in there decomposed

so smoked so slow

lift the hem of my pillow


                                                                                   ------ravenfeels
Demi Feb 2
Lust is the pink pillow on my bed.
Plump, filled with unwashed thoughts.
At least they’re encased in dusky pink;
pleasant to the eye especially in the
golden minutes absorbed by sheer glass.

I want your head pressing
into the pillow, hard. Then your sleepy
breath will baptise the cotton after
sinful acts. I’ll preserve the dent you make
with the lovely weight of your skull.

I’ll surround the chasm with carnations.
Eventually, they’ll be a line outside my room.
Jealous tourists wanting to take pictures.
Man Jan 31
the clock read 4 am
in new york city,

one hell of a city

i was at a little coffee place, still open
it was one i frequented often, when in the sin
a place of pity
when you look closely at the people or inspect the buildings a bit nearer
some street blocks you need just look down
but i'd bought a cup for a nice young fella out on his luck
he'd made the pavement his pillow
and as he talked my ear off
on physics, domestic politics, and stocks
i thought of what little difference
it made to so many
whether it was him or i
calling my stay on the straightaways
and the little that made us separate
Jaxey Dec 2020
warm until I wake
I know I am conscious
with a sudden chill
but my eyes stay closed
and my body is stone
I whisper take me back
and I suppose
I shall pretend
until my pillow
answers
can pillows talk
Adri Nov 2020
They’re hunting me down
He tore my gown
This night was supposed to be magic
But I know now it can only end tragic

A gunshot resounds and I taste sounds

The last thing I see
Is my blood splatter on a tree

The last thing I hear
My own scream, ringing in fear

The last thing I smell
Is the dirt I hit when I fell

Warm brown eyes full of enchanting lies
Wouldn’t let go, and on this forest floor
My blood slowly dries

He wouldn’t take no
And he wouldn’t let go
So here I will fade
In a pillow of snow
TW: Assault
I wrote this when I was eleven and I just felt like it should be my first share, baby.
Past Oct 2020
One for my heart
One for my body
One for my soul
karly codr Oct 2020
I have a serious question here
That my friends refuse to answer.
Am I the kind of person
That people don't want to be around?
I'm tired of pretending
I have to be someone else
in order for people to like me.
Where is the one person
that I can be myself around?
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