#blankie
My blankie from my past,
I wonder how long it'll last.
To this day, it lies on my bed,
Awaiting to be nuzzled against my head.
It may be cliché, childish, or vain,
But that simple blankie has seen me through pain.
An anchor, a constant,
A reminder of things I can't remember,
An emotional reactant,
And a source of comfort in December.
I'll keep it until it fades,
I'll cherish it 'til it decays.
Its meaning will never waver,
Perhaps, I'll make it last forever.
In truth, it's not just a blankie,
It's a part of me,
As silly as that may seem.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 3:23 PM UTC
I unravel in your arms,
no more than a tattered baby blanket
in your eyes.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
Some nights, my Blankie covers me up tight
And whispers filthy secrets to my bones:
“I’ll love you ‘til the warmth calms down your fright,
I’ll be here guarding you from dark Unknowns.”
He feeds me dreams that fill me up with hope—
So sweet like sin!—they never were to last.
By morning light I wake up, left to cope
With sandy eyes: the salt of good dreams passed.
But some nights—dark and dreary nights—when all
The world and stars are vexed under Selene,
He leaves (my ****** body bare)—His wall
Is never there to truly keep me clean.
He’ll never touch my skin again, for I
Will sleep with clothes that love me ‘til I die.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC