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Aidan Mar 4
It’s something that you smell
It’s something that makes you feel at home
It’s something that brings comfort
What is that for you?

What brings you the feeling of a tight hug?
What brings you the feeling of protection?
Is it a thing or a who?
Do you have a someone to lean on?
Do you have someone to make everything fade?

That’s the goal isn’t it?
It find a solace in life
A place of absolute comfort and trust
To find somewhere you feel at home
Is it your home or a different place?
Is it a person, place, or thing?
What makes you feel like you’re safe?
Where is your safety blanket?
Who is your safety blanket?

It’s a feeling of warmth wrapped all around
It’s a feeling of strength and assurance
It’s a feeling that cannot be mimicked
You’ll know what this feeling is when you have it
In that moment
You’ll feel at peace
The weight of a thousand sand bags will lift
The weight of all your worries
Gone with the wind
Turned into a feather to be blown away

Have you felt this?
Recent thoughts floating about
selina Feb 28
i hate how you're so utterly perfect
i wonder if other people also notice it
how your scattered freckles mimic the stars
little dipper's tail has made home by your lips

i hate your contagious smile, that look in your eyes
for your perfect boyfriend and his indie rock band
i am no longer myself; i am hopelessly tossing coins
and wishing to hold a constellation in my hand
nothing special
Zywa Feb 25
Forgive me, I won't

demand so much anymore --


and then receive more.
Song "Bird on the Wire" (1968, Leonard Cohen, about Leonard Cohen and Marianne Jensen, 1969 album "Songs from a Room"; 1968 release by Judy Collins, album "Who Knows Where the Time Goes")

Collection "Known"
Mrs Timetable Jan 15
There are many
Layered shades of me
From light to dark
I always stop and think
Which one blends
Best
With
Yours?
And when?

I can only hope
For all of them
All the time
Things I think about while driving
AE Jan 6
And with this hope...

When all these walls turn into doors
Oceans into rivers with bridges
Mountains into hills, hills to fields

Will you then realize
The potency of all your dreams
When you tell them to me
They invade all my air space
My thoughts and my sleep
And I hold onto them for you
Thinking of ways to draw maps
Reciting them in my prayers
Waiting for the day
When all this hope I carry
Returns home to you

And with this hope...

I exist in a world where you are never without dreams
Zywa Jan 2
If a door is not a door
but an artistic optical illusion
then I can still appreciate that
but an inheritance of debts
or a romantic wedding night
in 'Paris l'amour' going wrong

are certainly not dreams
I wish to come true
I rather keep up the fairy tales

So I point to a positive side
or I play that it goes well
and nothing is at stake
But is a tree alive when it rustles?

What is truth? Can illusions just be
recognized by the appearance
to be as real as real?

Or even more real, if happiness
is re-enacted in a play, because
loyalty and doubt seem to be
much more authentic on stage
and to render more sense there
than is possible in my own life
Collection "Foghorn"
Mrs Timetable Oct 2023
Do you ever wish the
Pleasant visionaries
Of your daydreams
Were aware
They lived in your
Imagery?
When 2 daydreams meet. Maybe they know.
I really loved the definition of daydreams
Phia Oct 2023
I’ve resorted to making wishes on dandelions
For miracles
I know
Will never come
Zywa Sep 2023
It is nice to dream,

if only you walk with me --


starwalking with me.
Song "Sterrenlopen" ("Starwalking", 2023, Wende Snijders), sung with S10

Collection "Passage Passion"
Diary of Jane Sep 2023
Do you ever wonder
What happens to the dreams that do not come true,
The desires that remain unfulfilled
In this finite life
Even though you poured your heart and soul
To make them yours?
It is best to accept
Somethings just aren't meant to be and move on.
Or may be somewhere out there
There are countless other universes,
Where there exists a different version of ourselves,
Where those dreams didn't die
Nor those wishes remained unfulfilled.
May be it is just all in my head
But I find comfort
In this idea of parallel universes.
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