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Mark Wanless Nov 2020
dog  dog breath  dog ****
smells like security now
in days of our need
Sarah Flynn Oct 2020
you held me close to you,
and I felt your heart beating
deep inside of your rib cage.

I closed my eyes and listened
to the rise and fall of your chest,
hearing the soft thump of
your heartbeat and imagining
that if I stayed still for long enough,
I could melt into you.

for the first time in my life,
I felt like I belonged.

you made me feel like
I belonged with you

like I belonged on this planet.

like I belonged here, right here,
secure in your arms.

I haven’t felt safe
since you let go of me.
lost Oct 2020
... and i lay there,
listening to your heartbeat. the soft laughs we share as we exchange kisses;

i never knew it'd become my favourite sound-

your laugh, your heartbeat;

you are my whole world.

as i lay there, peacefully with you,
you've made everything whole again,

my world; until the end.
Kambria Keelie Sep 2020
I know I have a chaotic mind, but if I was a moth would you keep me safe at night? Maybe help me find the light from time to time?

And sometimes I can’t find the right words to say, but would you feed me flowers if I was a butterfly for a day? Maybe keep the birds at bay?

What I mean is; you make me less mean and I really mean it. I hope you don’t get sick of me...yet.
A week after my relationship began I awoke in the dead of my sleep next to my partner at 8am with this poem stuck in my head.
Orakhal Sep 2020
and that's perfectly accurate
as its not yours

and your only job is to get you
Zywa Sep 2020
The small grocery

is a dark hole, the front room –


of a hoarse old mole.
“De heilige Rita” (“Saint Rita”, 2017, Tommy Wieringa)

Collection "Germ Substance"
Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2020
Believe me
As long as
You are confused
It's not your home
If your feet pause
It's not your home

With due respect
Keep on walking
Where you
Belong
Genre: Observational
Theme: Destiny
Psychostasis Sep 2020
My house walks.
She's pretty unique in that sense
She breathes with a passion very few get to witness unless she wish it
And carries herself in the stance of a headstrong and charismatic woman

My Home speaks
With a demanding voice that snatches the attention of the soul
She speaks words riddled with experience and wisdom
And laughs like the first song you've ever heard.

My peace of mind travels
It rests on the shoulders of a beautiful vessel created to match the soul and mind of my home,
And unfortunately

When she's roaming, my house no longer has my home.
To Breazy
bloodKl0tz Sep 2020
i cant remember what it felt like to be a child

there are vague grasps at a feeling

of security, not yet shaken
in adults who are able to know and to do and to decide
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