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J Oaks Sep 2018
The red boar sits on the shelf
Can your only window be secure?
The red boar only hates itself
Can your only window be secure?
Denise Uy Sep 2018
the weather's amazing
my wallet's not empty
i have good company
i've never gone hungry
roof above my head
healthy and not dead


but where are you?
It's all good but where are you?
Pauper of Prose Aug 2018
Someone knocked on her door
Shaking her shawl as they thumped
And slowly she moved to see
Who could be so bothersome
Her iris inched across her window
Spotting a man bouncing upon his feet
Anxiousness infecting his face
Unable to keep his body in place
These two rhythmic observations stilled her
From moving towards the door
For what awaited her
Could not await itself
Pauper of Prose Aug 2018
She pulled up her shawl and left the house
Gone to get more tea
And all the people passing by
And all the noises eating at her ear
Could not grasp her attention
Attending only to herself
Brilliant and Boisterous her thoughts
A majestic melody of their own
So how could she not be secure?
In her soul’s symphony
The strings vibrated her vessel
The horns heckled her heart
The drums beat down her darkness
And wisdom conducted alongside grace
Matching one another’s pace
Astute in one another’s ache
At conducting timelessly, never being late
It was almost as if their union was fate
Almost being key for it surely did take
Tireless effort, and sacrifices to make
The two into each other’s esteemed mate
reii Aug 2018
your hopeful eyes that hold the softest light,
your charming smiles that warm the coldest night,
your soft laughs that feel like a gentle breeze,
the thought of your lips makes my sorrows seize.

i felt a strong rush of love so profound,
i always feel secure with you around.
amidst dark times, i find a way to smile
'cause any moment with you is worthwhile.
Pauper of Prose Aug 2018
Rough cobblestone betrayed stealthy shoes
As she rushed inside from fierce winds that blew
Turning on the kettle with ease
Stirring inside her mug the tea leaves
Reading and waiting in relief from the cold
Seated, solitary, sound in her soul
Future’s Phantoms and Past’s Pesks
Were barred from activity duty, assigned to old desks
And she was contented with brilliant bows
Placed upon life’s box, wrapped in serenity’s gold
For she held what birthday’s usually see
Or what others place under a Christmas tree
K Balachandran Jun 2018
soaked in rainsong I,
feel it’s my mom’s cradle song;
I feel secure and  warm
Dazed Dreaming Jun 2018
When you're here with me, there's really no other place I'd dream to be.
Wrap yourself up in me.
Peel back your mind.
Lower your walls for just a short period of time. Tell me all your secrets, hopes, and dreams.

Tell me all the good things about you and all the bad things too.
Your disappointments and your fears.

Then as your shoulders soften and lower, and you feel that heavy weight you usually carry fade...
Hug me a little tighter, and let me love every inch of you, filling all the holes of your insecurities and all the things you think you lack.
Endya Tremese May 2018
I just want to feel secure.

When I cry to you, run to me.
Be afraid to let my tears fall...
as if any one of them had ran too far down my face,
another drop of blood would pour from your heart
because it pains you so bad to see me cry.
Feel as hurt as you would if you had seen your mother cry.
Maybe not as much
but just COMFORT ME ******!

I want to feel secure.

Look me in the eye and tell me you love me.
Not in that voice that you use when you're annoyed.
Make me feel loved and wanted.
Make me feel
like no one could ever replace the love we have
because it's just that ******* strong.

I want to feel secure.

Go out and adventure with me.
I know that I'm your best friend,
but I'm also more than that.
I don't want to just sit at home with you and play video games.
 There's so much more to life.
There's so many skies we have yet to see.
I want to only see them with you,
and hope that you to only want to see them with me.

I want to feel secure.
Maria Etre Feb 2018
Every time
you run your hands
across my body
you melt a layer
of bashfulness
to reach
my raw core
that one
that roars
with you
&
for
you
About confidence in one's skin with the other
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