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Sarah Jun 2019
life is safe under your arms
the poison can no longer reach me
and fill me up with utter nonsense
now i bubble to the surface
with light
and love
Cardboard-Jones May 2019
Safe and sound back home again,
Let the fire burn bright.
Lost and found back home again,
Sing our stories all night.

So long the road for weary toes.
Rest your bones at home again.
We revere the summer’s eve,
O, the reverie.

Ran away at seventeen,
With your high school sweetheart.
Regretful head and grateful bed,
Now the family tree starts.

Golden ticket in your hand,
Given keys to your haven.
Traded that for an M16
To fight for your nation.

You set sail to find yourself
Somewhere in the yonder.
Got more questions than answers,
But was your time squandered?

Well the road is long for weary toes
Only to come home again.
Have some cheer and summer beer,
Enjoy the reverie.
Mandie May 2019
H-O-M-E-----Home....

Home is where my soul is free. The place that my maybe's are enough.
It is the only place that I feel safe, it is the refuge from the truth.
After all of these years my bones are finally free of all of the chains that bound me.
I'm finally able to leave my doors unlocked and not be fearful. I can let my guard down.

Then the day came.

Home tells me that she doesn't love me anymore.
Home tells me that life with me is a roller coaster that she doesn't want to be on.
The home which was my safety, in now sheltering another.
Now, I can't breathe in my home and it feels like my lungs are full of smoke.
As I watch my home burning, I want to burn with it.
I don't want to run. Just let me stay.
But, the truth is that I can never go back home.
Lost in my Head May 2019
I passed you by
just like that, i just walked away
I had no idea I could pull myself to
And yet I am no longer imprisoned to stay

You looked my way
Just like that, you glanced by me
I hope you see I'm happier without you
I finally feel like I'm running safely free

I'm losing sight of what is real
Not sure what to believe

But I don't want to fall into your snare
I don't want to be all tangled up
Not in your lies
Not in my life
Go away...
Jupiter May 2019
fondly remember your grandmother's house
as I share with you mine

a pantry, tall as a mountain when I was six.
a forbidden box of sugar cubes that was never really off limits
cookies, warm and soft. how does she always have them?
sitting in the rocking chair, toes miles away from the floors
strange stories you hope aren't true
ice cubes made of lemonade
an afternoon refresher
a sunday spent at home, at your grandma's house

always drawing and painting
playing in the yard
her cats in your lap, warm and fuzzy
she braids your hair with her wise, experienced hands
does she always smell like lavender?
gumdrops and hard candies
playing dominoes on the floor
there's nowhere else I'd rather be
than at home
at my grandma's house
reminisce.
nightdew May 2019
i love it most when you tackle me
with your arms swinging onto me
as we form our embrace.

                                                                          and for once it makes me
                                                                   feel safe, even though i'm free
                                                                                falling into your arms.

but i know you won't be the one
to catch me. because your heart's
e     l     s     e     w     h     e     r     e.
you love him and it's final
Emma May 2019
what have they done to you,
dear girl with the rainbow hair?

have they saddled you with their insatiable thirst for perfection,
my sweet girl with the rainbow hair?

have they demonized the ground you dare stand,
fearless girl with the rainbow hair?

have the non-believers tore you piece from piece,
my messed up girl with the rainbow hair?

the world will always tear you down,
tender girl with the rainbow hair.

you were never supposed to use your voice,
my deafening girl with the rainbow hair.

do not let them defeat you,
sweet heartbroken girl with the rainbow hair.

whilst machismo is still alive,
the girls will never be safe.
Madeleine Apr 2019
Comes in many forms
From Harmless to dangerous
Sometimes even death
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