#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
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 4:25 AM UTC
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.
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 2:09 AM UTC
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.
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 7:59 PM UTC
we snuggle
keep it tight
freaky in the day
wild during nights
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
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.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 1:51 AM UTC
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.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
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.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
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.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
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.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
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.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
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...
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
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.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
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
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
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.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
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
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
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
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC