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#comfy
My warm blanket feels so blissful, the morning sun offers a cruel betrayal, I know that reality's cold fingers will crawl with monotonous detail. My soft pillows are so comfy, and time will slip by anyway, the world outside can wait its turn as I delay waking up today. ©️Lizzie Bevis
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Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 4:25 AM UTC
Lazy Morning
I watched the skyline from the sea shore. Staying seated on my comfy chair, Behaving as if I didn’t care. I still wanted to go to a new place, Where I'd be loved, And I'd be respected. I realised that I must break the chains, And I must surf the waves, For I wanted to have new horizons.
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Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 2:09 AM UTC
New Horizons
It's been awhile since I'm in the road, A big black suitcase taken with myself, I've tried to fit and carry my whole home, But home's a feeling and a place. And all the maps and changing routes, Those random people I have met Have brought no answers and no clues To where I do belong and where I'm at.
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Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 7:59 PM UTC
A big black suitcase
we snuggle keep it tight freaky in the day wild during nights
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May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
hot spot
I look up at the sky So blissful and dark So clear Filled with an ocean of stars And I'm comfortable Not happy Not pleased But comfortable Because I have a sliver of hope That even tho you live thousands of miles away You're looking at the same star I am And smiling, the same way.
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 1:51 AM UTC
Blissfully Dark
What if it rained indoors? Whenever we heard distant thunder or the weather report said rain then we would pick up all our things, go outside and sit and wait for the drops to stop falling from the ceiling. Would we sleep in houses, still? If the roof was like a cloud and woke us up at 3 am instead of a pattering at the window, a pattering on our face? We could make buildings just for this, and when it started pouring we would form lines, hoping to get inside to take a shower in the rain singing songs and goofing off. What if it rained indoors? Whenever we felt a tiny drop we would build a comfy pillow fort with blankets, snacks and giggles and cuddle till the morning.
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
you and me and the rain
Happy *****
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
Comfy Diaper
Woke up Sunday morning Put on my Sunday best, 'Cause I didn’t want to go And look different from the rest. When the meeting was over Was among the first to go. Made a beeline home Put on some comfy clothes. Every weekday I work Must wear a suit and tie Feels so **** confining It makes me wanna cry By the time my shift is over Tell you goodness knows Can’t wait to get on home Put on some comfy clothes. Comfy clothes are great Doesn’t matter what the season. Just can’t quite explain it There is no rhyme or reason. But if you feel uptight, Don’t know which way to go, Things will get a little better You put on some comfy clothes.
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
Comfy Clothes
Mortality is surprising as it should be. That you should die is not implied by life Or pain. There is a sweater hanging in his closet. If one were to look closely at the neck the thread begins un raveling the re. No one will notice she s ai d. But it is his sweater and he noticed. But it is only a sweater and really no one will notice. It isn't what they look for.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Untitled
The feeling of the sun hitting my pale skin when I’m walking outside on a breezy spring day And the warmth of a plush blanket Surrounding my cold, Shivering body. Wearing an oversized hoodie that gives off a compelling fragrance And puts you at ease And the taste of hot cocoa when it touches your trembling tastebuds. Wearing your fluffy socks that cover your freezing feet and help you glide across the dining room floors And the feeling of a special someone’s embrace that can just Warm your heart up in an instant. The love you receive to calm your freakish self after a relapse And the sensation of eating steamy chicken noodle soup when you’re ill. The heat that hits your palms when you sit near a campfire And the sensation of lounging in a hot bath after a long day. Everything wonderful, Everything warm.
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Warmth
Hello there. I greet you gently with the fireplace, warmed by our hearts entwined as our spirits chase. I'm leaning against you gently as the television plays gently something the both of us would love. The light soaking both of our bodies the shadows of us becoming one as they blanket the floor, my hand held with yours, my sweet turtledove. My cheek against yours, both our eyes closed as my eyelash is traced against the side of your face. In our near slumber, we can only be drunk on the sheer warmth of our embrace. A soft rain starts outside, as the pane streaks down little stars all around us, the TV shutting off. Silence. We feel each other's breathing fondly, as slowly, I whisper into your ear, subconsciously... "I love you." You are dead asleep, but you smile regardless.
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
Our Hearts In Autumn
Inhale swiftly come down quickly hit the Floor Be no more. What a comfy Carpet, but it ***** me under like a tar pit. I'm left to wonder If it's dragging me down to Heaven. I've sunken seven feet under. I see the light, it's been lit. Maybe this time I just might reach for it. Reach through the rug. Reach down and give a tug. But my arm won't budge. A mortal's terror What if he holds a grudge? It's just not fair. God no not like this, Think of all the things I'll miss. If I see the suns rays Lord I swear I'll change my ways. This Time...
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
A carpet coffin
By Arcassin Burnham Wine cooler out the fridge I just poored it in a cup, I know you've been having second thoughts asking me questions like I'm giving up, But not on you, Can't get enough of you, Would travel south for you, On a bus right now for you, Too many people are not fond of you, Depression kicked in hard like a flying locomotive, Physical deaths make my stomach turn, No, I do not know what is your motive, Turn around and smiled, Oooooooo Lesson learned, Have you by any chance heard of that lately, Too many blankets will do you greatly, Bet you'll feel comfy tonight.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
"Heard That Lately" (Welcome Home mEP)
Its amazing what just an object can do Depending on who it was from And what it means to you Given to me is a borrowed gift I treasure It is not a car A phone But merely a Sweater It may seem silly It may seem odd That a sweater can do so much But along with the Warmth The laughter And the love It brings I would rather have your sweater Then any of the other electronic things
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
Your sweater
Let's say that life is like a river today, You're one of many ripples that causes the movement in its waters. (You're the one who caught the sunlight) And I'm a little stone in the sand who gets tugged along from time to time. So life is this little river and we all make our different movements to keep it alive, And together, when you stand on the bank and take a look, we're all moving at this similar kind of pace. So life is a river; We all contribute a little and things keep moving that way, But if you could just skip work today and come sleep in my bed with me that would be great.
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
bed river
brutally honest, in a good hearted manner warm to the touch, practically glowing your ribcage doesn't keep your heart from me such a soft expression not afraid to be in touch with femininity
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Untitled
Your touch feels like flower petals Your embrace a knitted sweater You are a hole-in-the-wall diner Within all of New York's madness You are the feeling of the shirt I always sleep in You are wood and you are cotton I think clouds are made up of your hello's and your I-love-you's You are where I go when it starts to pour You are who I call when its 2:38am and it starts getting bad again You are shore among the savage sea You are the eye of my storm You feel like the feeling of grass under my feet You are the scent of coffee and leatherbound notebooks You are everything I love You are worth any commute You are who I hope to come to every evening You are home
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
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