#hugs - Hello Poetry

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. Celebrate Mothers Raising Kids is NOT Easy God‘s daily blessing Both traditional and Modern Haiku adheres to The 5– 7–5 syllable, pattern Traditional Haiku focuses on nature and seasons , while Modern Haiku often explores different subject matter beyond nature and captures the everyday experience or emotions, including love and social issues Modern Haiku 3lines 5-7-5 pattern per line 17 syllables Inspired songs; 1970s Mother’s Day and Mama Songs These songs reflect a mix of nostalgia, respect, and 70s storytelling making them ideal for a throwback Mother’s Day playlist Please listen and enjoy As always, if you know any other songs that tug on your heart strings, add to your comments Thank You 1) I’ll always love my mama 1973 By The Intruders A soulful direct appreciation of mother’s 2) Simple Man By Lynyrd Skynyrd 1973 Advice from a mother to her son 3) Coal Miner‘s daughter By Loretta Lynn 1970 A loving tribute to her mother and upbringing 4) Lady Madonna by The Beatles 1968 A tribute to working mother’s 5) Moma told me not to come By Three Dog Night 1970 A rock hit about avoiding a wild party 6) Your mama don’t dance by logins and Messina 1972 A look at parents, not approving of rock ‘n’ roll 7) Mother and Child Reunion ByPaul Simon 1972 A reflection on losing a mother 8) Mother liked the Roses By Elvis Presley 1970 A tribute to a mother who has passed away

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May 10

May 10, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC

Hugs And Kisses Mothers Wishes

. Celebrate Mothers Raising Kids is NOT Easy God‘s daily blessing Both traditional and Modern Haiku adheres to The 5– 7–5 syllable, pattern Traditional Haiku focuses on nature and seasons , while Modern Haiku often explores different subject matter beyond nature and captures the everyday experience or emotions, including love and social issues Modern Haiku 3lines 5-7-5 pattern per line 17 syllables Inspired songs; 1970s Mother’s Day and Mama Songs These songs reflect a mix of nostalgia, respect, and 70s storytelling making them ideal for a throwback Mother’s Day playlist Please listen and enjoy As always, if you know any other songs that tug on your heart strings, add to your comments Thank You 1) I’ll always love my mama 1973 By The Intruders A soulful direct appreciation of mother’s 2) Simple Man By Lynyrd Skynyrd 1973 Advice from a mother to her son 3) Coal Miner‘s daughter By Loretta Lynn 1970 A loving tribute to her mother and upbringing 4) Lady Madonna by The Beatles 1968 A tribute to working mother’s 5) Moma told me not to come By Three Dog Night 1970 A rock hit about avoiding a wild party 6) Your mama don’t dance by logins and Messina 1972 A look at parents, not approving of rock ‘n’ roll 7) Mother and Child Reunion ByPaul Simon 1972 A reflection on losing a mother 8) Mother liked the Roses By Elvis Presley 1970 A tribute to a mother who has passed away

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The stillness of night and the caressing willows — Exalt your contours.

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May 1

May 1, 2026 at 1:50 AM UTC

The stillness of night and the caressing willows — Exalt your contours.

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She walked up to me with open arms and said, “You look like you need a hug.” So that she did, she gave me a hug- and little did I know, I needed it.

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Apr 21

Apr 21, 2026 at 1:07 AM UTC

She walked up to me with open arms and said, “You look like you need a hug.” So that she did, she gave me a hug- and little did I know, I needed it.

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I rest better knowing he was here and that he’ll come back you know how a puppy jumps for joy at reunion with its master? Though he is not my master, that’s me, waiting at the door all senses armed ready to explode with joy. Wanting the moment when he walks through the door smiles, and hugs me like he wants to squeeze me flat. “Do you think about me as much as I think about you?” He asked, loosening his hold so I could breathe. “Probably not,” I lied. “Savageery,” he said, chuckling. . . Songs for this: This kiss is Mine tonight by Spongetones I Can't Help Loving That Man by Björk

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Feb 22

Feb 22, 2026 at 1:05 PM UTC

I rest better knowing he was here and that he’ll come back you know how a puppy jumps for joy at reunion with its master? Though he is not my master, that’s me, waiting at the door all senses armed ready to explode with joy. Wanting the moment when he walks through the door smiles, and hugs me like he wants to squeeze me flat. “Do you think about me as much as I think about you?” He asked, loosening his hold so I could breathe. “Probably not,” I lied. “Savageery,” he said, chuckling. . . Songs for this: This kiss is Mine tonight by Spongetones I Can't Help Loving That Man by Björk

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wrapped arms around a glittered shimmer of air and I whispered: "I hope it all, turns out okay."

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Jan 30

Jan 30, 2026 at 3:06 PM UTC

wrapped arms around a glittered shimmer of air and I whispered: "I hope it all, turns out okay."

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Part One: Winter Solstice on the Columbia Plateau The desert has gone quiet in that way only winter knows a hush stretched thin across the basalt, like a blanket pulled up to the chin of the earth. Frost feathers the sagebrush, each branch a tiny cathedral window catching the last scraps of dusk. The air smells of stone and sleep. Your breath rises a small, wandering animal seeking shelter in the starlight. The cold here is ancient. It moves slowly, like a glacier remembering itself, curling around your ankles, tugging at the hem of your coat as if to say: Stay. The night is long, but it is not lonely. Above you, the sky opens a black bowl rimmed with fire, Orion sharpening his belt against the edge of the horizon. The Milky Way spills across the dark like someone knocked over a lantern and let the sparks run wild. And in this vast, frozen quiet, a warmth finds you. Not sudden more like the slow bloom of embers in a stove you thought had gone out. It gathers behind your ribs, spreads to your fingertips, wraps itself around your shoulders like a friend’s coat offered without a word. Here, on the longest night, in a desert that pretends to be empty but is full of breath and waiting, you are held. The earth tilts. The stars lean in. And you you glow like a coal the solstice refuses to let go. Part Two: Solstice Snuggle in the Sagebrush Tonight the desert is wearing its biggest, puffiest winter coat. Every sagebrush has a frosty hat, and the rocks look like they’re tucked in for bedtime. The air is so cold it nibbles your nose just a tiny nibble, like a curious Mose saying hello. Your breath floats up like a little cloud creature, stretching and yawning before it drifts into the stars. If you listen close, you can almost hear it whisper, “Wow… the sky is HUGE tonight.” The moon hangs low, round as a cookie, and the stars sparkle like someone spilled a whole jar of glitter across the dark. And right in the middle of this big, chilly desert, a warm feeling finds you slow and soft, like a cozy blanket wrapping itself around your shoulders. It says, “You’re safe. You’re glowing. You’re part of this night, too.” So snuggle into your coat, wiggle your toes, and let the longest night give you a gentle hug. Tomorrow, the sun will start coming back but tonight, the stars are keeping watch just for you.

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Dec 21, 2025

Dec 21, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC

PNW Winter Solstice (in two parts)

Part One: Winter Solstice on the Columbia Plateau The desert has gone quiet in that way only winter knows a hush stretched thin across the basalt, like a blanket pulled up to the chin of the earth. Frost feathers the sagebrush, each branch a tiny cathedral window catching the last scraps of dusk. The air smells of stone and sleep. Your breath rises a small, wandering animal seeking shelter in the starlight. The cold here is ancient. It moves slowly, like a glacier remembering itself, curling around your ankles, tugging at the hem of your coat as if to say: Stay. The night is long, but it is not lonely. Above you, the sky opens a black bowl rimmed with fire, Orion sharpening his belt against the edge of the horizon. The Milky Way spills across the dark like someone knocked over a lantern and let the sparks run wild. And in this vast, frozen quiet, a warmth finds you. Not sudden more like the slow bloom of embers in a stove you thought had gone out. It gathers behind your ribs, spreads to your fingertips, wraps itself around your shoulders like a friend’s coat offered without a word. Here, on the longest night, in a desert that pretends to be empty but is full of breath and waiting, you are held. The earth tilts. The stars lean in. And you you glow like a coal the solstice refuses to let go. Part Two: Solstice Snuggle in the Sagebrush Tonight the desert is wearing its biggest, puffiest winter coat. Every sagebrush has a frosty hat, and the rocks look like they’re tucked in for bedtime. The air is so cold it nibbles your nose just a tiny nibble, like a curious Mose saying hello. Your breath floats up like a little cloud creature, stretching and yawning before it drifts into the stars. If you listen close, you can almost hear it whisper, “Wow… the sky is HUGE tonight.” The moon hangs low, round as a cookie, and the stars sparkle like someone spilled a whole jar of glitter across the dark. And right in the middle of this big, chilly desert, a warm feeling finds you slow and soft, like a cozy blanket wrapping itself around your shoulders. It says, “You’re safe. You’re glowing. You’re part of this night, too.” So snuggle into your coat, wiggle your toes, and let the longest night give you a gentle hug. Tomorrow, the sun will start coming back but tonight, the stars are keeping watch just for you.

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Hooks hurt ask the fish Attract me Pulls are nice ask lovers

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Dec 18, 2025

Dec 18, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC

Hooks hurt ask the fish Attract me Pulls are nice ask lovers

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I. The Scientific Hug A hug is a laboratory of love: oxytocin released like a secret potion, immune systems strengthened by touch, heartbeats slowing into harmony. The body knows what the mind forgets: that survival is not only food and air, but warmth pressed skin to skin. II. The Cosmic Hug Two galaxies collide, and stars are born. So too when two humans embrace: worlds merge, boundaries dissolve, and the infinite remembers itself. A hug is the Big Bang in miniature, a reminder that creation began in closeness, and continues whenever we hold each other. III. The Philosophical Hug Chaos reigns in headlines, in streets, in minds. But a hug is a quiet revolution: a refusal to let entropy win. It is compassion embodied, a gesture that says: I see you, I will not let you vanish. In hugging, we affirm existence, and in being hugged, we are affirmed. IV. The Personal Hug Think of the child clinging to a parent, the friend folding into another’s shoulder, the lover breathing into a chest. Each hug is a vow: You matter. You are not alone. And in that vow, humanity survives. V. The Eternal Hug Beyond science, beyond philosophy, a hug is prayer. It is the finite brushing the infinite, the skin becoming a doorway to spirit. Every hug is the universe practicing love, and every embrace is eternity rehearsed.

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Dec 8, 2025

Dec 8, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC

Cycle of Hugging

I. The Scientific Hug A hug is a laboratory of love: oxytocin released like a secret potion, immune systems strengthened by touch, heartbeats slowing into harmony. The body knows what the mind forgets: that survival is not only food and air, but warmth pressed skin to skin. II. The Cosmic Hug Two galaxies collide, and stars are born. So too when two humans embrace: worlds merge, boundaries dissolve, and the infinite remembers itself. A hug is the Big Bang in miniature, a reminder that creation began in closeness, and continues whenever we hold each other. III. The Philosophical Hug Chaos reigns in headlines, in streets, in minds. But a hug is a quiet revolution: a refusal to let entropy win. It is compassion embodied, a gesture that says: I see you, I will not let you vanish. In hugging, we affirm existence, and in being hugged, we are affirmed. IV. The Personal Hug Think of the child clinging to a parent, the friend folding into another’s shoulder, the lover breathing into a chest. Each hug is a vow: You matter. You are not alone. And in that vow, humanity survives. V. The Eternal Hug Beyond science, beyond philosophy, a hug is prayer. It is the finite brushing the infinite, the skin becoming a doorway to spirit. Every hug is the universe practicing love, and every embrace is eternity rehearsed.

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i don't know how to feel when im not in your presence.. when i can't hear your voice or see your smile. i don't know what to do with myself.

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Oct 21, 2025

Oct 21, 2025 at 8:55 AM UTC

i don't know how to feel when im not in your presence.. when i can't hear your voice or see your smile. i don't know what to do with myself.

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I want to feel your ribs not to count not to measure but to know… you are real. Your heartbeat hums like a secret I almost can’t hold without breaking. I float in your chest light enough to vanish but heavy enough to leave a mark. Fingers trace shadows that aren’t there and I breathe the quiet between your bones. Hold me or don’t I’ll still remember the warmth that lives in absence. And maybe we are both learning how to fill the empty spaces without disappearing.

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Oct 19, 2025

Oct 19, 2025 at 9:28 AM UTC

I want to feel your ribs not to count not to measure but to know… you are real. Your heartbeat hums like a secret I almost can’t hold without breaking. I float in your chest light enough to vanish but heavy enough to leave a mark. Fingers trace shadows that aren’t there and I breathe the quiet between your bones. Hold me or don’t I’ll still remember the warmth that lives in absence. And maybe we are both learning how to fill the empty spaces without disappearing.

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this verbal wishing well, appreciated, a nut of good intentions but drives me deeper into de-spare-ing downing detentions, for it is only the article's genuine genius, that elevates the human spiritus, to godlike status no ditty this, but a wail, shriek, for human touch is gift so greatest, that any day passing without either, neither but both, 'tis one truly wasted, a deduction on our calculus of inited^ human intuitions, a failure of our greatest inventions a subtraction of our gainful living, a purposed ecstasy our one and only inexact measure of measurement that defies pedantic notions of things of weight or volume, but extends our own existence sans the armies of embrace, the electric elected syncing, of the shocking sharing of closing the borders of divided spaces, a soft contusion, a realized illusion a de minimus of our days, a lessening of our lessons, a loss of earning livingness, a nail in our coffined basket, and here to cease without surcease, the elemental incalculable numbered members of our total human races, that so tragic in a twenty four expiry, that the bonding of affection goes unexpressed... offer you my armory of arms, cleanse us both with showered kisses, inform you thus of our emboldened connection, voiding these lowlife separators of lineage divisors, what matter color, gender, chosen god nomenclature, any of this nonsensical human inventions for distancing divested human beings from each other tho eyes closed, and all our senses flaring, when we confirm what we were born knowing, there is nothing greater than the human touch PostScript my first and best poem of the day, how it came to me goes unbeknownst, but will practice what is preached with any and all willing encountered souls, and perhaps, come-end of day, will write, once more, one more, re heaven on earth 7:02am Tue Sep Thirty Two Thousand and Twenty Five. nml

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 7:13 AM UTC

Upon awakening: a tiring of "hugs and kisses"

this verbal wishing well, appreciated, a nut of good intentions but drives me deeper into de-spare-ing downing detentions, for it is only the article's genuine genius, that elevates the human spiritus, to godlike status no ditty this, but a wail, shriek, for human touch is gift so greatest, that any day passing without either, neither but both, 'tis one truly wasted, a deduction on our calculus of inited^ human intuitions, a failure of our greatest inventions a subtraction of our gainful living, a purposed ecstasy our one and only inexact measure of measurement that defies pedantic notions of things of weight or volume, but extends our own existence sans the armies of embrace, the electric elected syncing, of the shocking sharing of closing the borders of divided spaces, a soft contusion, a realized illusion a de minimus of our days, a lessening of our lessons, a loss of earning livingness, a nail in our coffined basket, and here to cease without surcease, the elemental incalculable numbered members of our total human races, that so tragic in a twenty four expiry, that the bonding of affection goes unexpressed... offer you my armory of arms, cleanse us both with showered kisses, inform you thus of our emboldened connection, voiding these lowlife separators of lineage divisors, what matter color, gender, chosen god nomenclature, any of this nonsensical human inventions for distancing divested human beings from each other tho eyes closed, and all our senses flaring, when we confirm what we were born knowing, there is nothing greater than the human touch PostScript my first and best poem of the day, how it came to me goes unbeknownst, but will practice what is preached with any and all willing encountered souls, and perhaps, come-end of day, will write, once more, one more, re heaven on earth 7:02am Tue Sep Thirty Two Thousand and Twenty Five. nml

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i knew that i felt love when i met my bestfriend. i knew that i felt love when i met my first pet. i knew that i felt love when i heard my new favourite song. i knew that i felt love when i went to my first concert. i knew that i felt love when i met one of my favourite artists. i knew that i felt love when i hugged my mum. i knew that i felt love when i sat down and ate dinner with my family. love isn't just romantic. it can be platonic. and sometimes it's even more special that way. let yourself be loved, and love other people and things you enjoy.

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Aug 7, 2025

Aug 7, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC

i knew that i felt love when i met my bestfriend. i knew that i felt love when i met my first pet. i knew that i felt love when i heard my new favourite song. i knew that i felt love when i went to my first concert. i knew that i felt love when i met one of my favourite artists. i knew that i felt love when i hugged my mum. i knew that i felt love when i sat down and ate dinner with my family. love isn't just romantic. it can be platonic. and sometimes it's even more special that way. let yourself be loved, and love other people and things you enjoy.

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I take an icy, Velvety peach With bruises From the refrigerator. It smells Sweet and refreshing, Like someone hugging In the rain. I carefully bite off. Bite by piece. Sour coolness Remains in the mouth. Now it is a release for him. After all, he lay alone Among five white apples.

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May 9, 2025

May 9, 2025 at 1:45 PM UTC

I take an icy, Velvety peach With bruises From the refrigerator. It smells Sweet and refreshing, Like someone hugging In the rain. I carefully bite off. Bite by piece. Sour coolness Remains in the mouth. Now it is a release for him. After all, he lay alone Among five white apples.

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There comes a time when the road calls your name This is for the ones finding their way Some stories begin when you leave the page you knew Some stories begin when you leave the pain you knew As you're getting ready to step into the new Fresh winds calling, skies a different hue Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A young heart finding its way—who knew? Wishing you moments of laughter and grace Prayers always for you, in life’s wild race Strength, courage, healing, and wisdom too For a life that's radiant, meaningful, and true Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A young soul on the rise—who knew? Though we haven’t walked all roads side by side We still cheer for you, with hearts open wide Don’t let the past keep you in its bind New hopes, new starts, leave no dreams behind Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A young soul on the rise—who knew? Be kind, be bold—but guard your flame This world can smile and still play games Not all who reach out have hearts that are true So trust your gut—it’s always guided you Never give up—kept faith will win the fight Even in shadows, you carry your light And when the weight feels heavy, or dreams feel far Reach out—we're here, no matter where you are Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A wise heart grows where the brave pursue Let joy be your compass, let time be your guide We believe in the fire you carry inside Be true to yourself and hold your truth tight Storms pass—your light will win the fight Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A young soul on the rise—who knew? May love surround you, wherever you roam Your new place awaits, but you'll always have a home here Chase your own sunrise, let your heart lead the way And may hope and faith guide you each day Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A young soul on the rise—who knew?

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Apr 19, 2025

Apr 19, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC

There comes a time when the road calls your name This is for the ones finding their way Some stories begin when you leave the page you knew Some stories begin when you leave the pain you knew As you're getting ready to step into the new Fresh winds calling, skies a different hue Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A young heart finding its way—who knew? Wishing you moments of laughter and grace Prayers always for you, in life’s wild race Strength, courage, healing, and wisdom too For a life that's radiant, meaningful, and true Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A young soul on the rise—who knew? Though we haven’t walked all roads side by side We still cheer for you, with hearts open wide Don’t let the past keep you in its bind New hopes, new starts, leave no dreams behind Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A young soul on the rise—who knew? Be kind, be bold—but guard your flame This world can smile and still play games Not all who reach out have hearts that are true So trust your gut—it’s always guided you Never give up—kept faith will win the fight Even in shadows, you carry your light And when the weight feels heavy, or dreams feel far Reach out—we're here, no matter where you are Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A wise heart grows where the brave pursue Let joy be your compass, let time be your guide We believe in the fire you carry inside Be true to yourself and hold your truth tight Storms pass—your light will win the fight Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A young soul on the rise—who knew? May love surround you, wherever you roam Your new place awaits, but you'll always have a home here Chase your own sunrise, let your heart lead the way And may hope and faith guide you each day Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new A young soul on the rise—who knew?

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You know they love you When they let you Ugly cry Into their new clean crisp White shirt

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Apr 18, 2025

Apr 18, 2025 at 11:37 AM UTC

You know they love you When they let you Ugly cry Into their new clean crisp White shirt

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I guess I just miss you. Never once did I actually Think that I’d have to get used to Not seeing your face daily; Not being able to talk about Whatever I needed out of my system; they say That girls take too Many pictures but obviously it isn’t true Because there’s not a day That passes without me Wishing I’d taken more of you. I’d do anything to be Teleported back in time, into Your arms. And even though The height difference between us was so Large, you were always the one That had the bigger piece of my heart. I hate us having to be apart. I bet you’re tall now. It’s been Far too Long since I’ve last seen You.

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Feb 18, 2025

Feb 18, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC

I Bet You’re Tall Now

I guess I just miss you. Never once did I actually Think that I’d have to get used to Not seeing your face daily; Not being able to talk about Whatever I needed out of my system; they say That girls take too Many pictures but obviously it isn’t true Because there’s not a day That passes without me Wishing I’d taken more of you. I’d do anything to be Teleported back in time, into Your arms. And even though The height difference between us was so Large, you were always the one That had the bigger piece of my heart. I hate us having to be apart. I bet you’re tall now. It’s been Far too Long since I’ve last seen You.

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You were in my arms Now you're in distress From all the nights you cried Still saddened by this loneliness I'm familiar with that state And how it takes me down again Down this rabbit hole of regrets And the thoughts of what I said So I'll make sure you never stumble When you're running up ahead I'll keep you in my arms As I calmly brace your head And if the world has turned to mayhem And is on its final legs I can hold you for eternity Until you're feeling safe again Before you're leaving me to run Towards the sun you're convinced is red Still searching our bluest ocean As you're laying on its bed So I'll do everything I can To make sure you have some friends Who can be there when it's rough When your days are blue again

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Jan 11, 2025

Jan 11, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC

You were in my arms Now you're in distress From all the nights you cried Still saddened by this loneliness I'm familiar with that state And how it takes me down again Down this rabbit hole of regrets And the thoughts of what I said So I'll make sure you never stumble When you're running up ahead I'll keep you in my arms As I calmly brace your head And if the world has turned to mayhem And is on its final legs I can hold you for eternity Until you're feeling safe again Before you're leaving me to run Towards the sun you're convinced is red Still searching our bluest ocean As you're laying on its bed So I'll do everything I can To make sure you have some friends Who can be there when it's rough When your days are blue again

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I feel the cozy, warm, soft and pure sheet around my back, shoulders and arms, it’s so light it’s so soft until it tightens its grip and you feel its hip. The sheet becomes hard and cold when you feel its eyes digging into your cries. Tight and dark when the sheets chest presses onto your ******* Suffocating and breaking when its neck feels like a whole ship wreck around my aching neck . The river down my cheeks even if I know that it was just a wrap around me.

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Dec 6, 2024

Dec 6, 2024 at 5:59 PM UTC

I feel the cozy, warm, soft and pure sheet around my back, shoulders and arms, it’s so light it’s so soft until it tightens its grip and you feel its hip. The sheet becomes hard and cold when you feel its eyes digging into your cries. Tight and dark when the sheets chest presses onto your ******* Suffocating and breaking when its neck feels like a whole ship wreck around my aching neck . The river down my cheeks even if I know that it was just a wrap around me.

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I am the giver of hugs, The dispenser of caressing comfort, The holder of those in need, The squeezer out of pain and sorrow, The shutter out of this world and its woe, If only for a moment a head Upon my shoulder Is free of sadness and sorrow, Free of fear and frustration, Safety resides within my embrace, Sanctuary whence nowt can reach thee, But right now it's the hugger In hugging need, That tap gushing From a bottomless jug has Just a hint of falter, A tiniest reduction of pressure, Insufficient for regard by others But keenly felt by me, Hints at limits being reached, And I rail against that potential Failure to project and protect, So here I am, Pouring out hugs, While inside every sinew Screams for someone, Anyone in fact, to see ME, See the pain and need, See my faltering heart And hope, And step up, Wrap me in THEIR arms, Hold me and heal MY broken Worn out heart a bit, So I can hold and heal Those many more Still in need.

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Sep 14, 2024

Sep 14, 2024 at 2:41 PM UTC

I am the giver of hugs, The dispenser of caressing comfort, The holder of those in need, The squeezer out of pain and sorrow, The shutter out of this world and its woe, If only for a moment a head Upon my shoulder Is free of sadness and sorrow, Free of fear and frustration, Safety resides within my embrace, Sanctuary whence nowt can reach thee, But right now it's the hugger In hugging need, That tap gushing From a bottomless jug has Just a hint of falter, A tiniest reduction of pressure, Insufficient for regard by others But keenly felt by me, Hints at limits being reached, And I rail against that potential Failure to project and protect, So here I am, Pouring out hugs, While inside every sinew Screams for someone, Anyone in fact, to see ME, See the pain and need, See my faltering heart And hope, And step up, Wrap me in THEIR arms, Hold me and heal MY broken Worn out heart a bit, So I can hold and heal Those many more Still in need.

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Robot shipping arms: They’ve been reprogrammed for hugs. For sale. Never used.

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Aug 12, 2024

Aug 12, 2024 at 8:07 AM UTC

Robot shipping arms: They’ve been reprogrammed for hugs. For sale. Never used.

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Aug 10, 2024

Aug 10, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC

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"Squeeze Please" presents as a cute word rhyme, But its grip and depth Is unique and sublime. Part hug, some cuddle, but More like a tickle... It's fickle!! Yet, I sense familial love songs When My limbs contract to stop his wiggles- And then, Before he starts his giggles... My knees squeeze... That’s when I heard, Without one word... Squeeze because you love me; Squeeze because I love you; Squeeze because I feel protected; Squeezing keeps we two connected. Squeeze Please makes me feel secure. Please squeeze... please... squeeze please me more. Squeeze me to my happy place. Squeezing tells me that I’m safe. A squeeze will make me feel content Your squeezes tend to give me strength. Then Squeeze tight for respite and peace, Like a weighted blanket as I sleep. Squeeze me like a pet boa, Squeeze because you're my own Granda. I hear and listen when he says Squeeze Please; That cute word rhyme really speaks to me. (Now loosen and Squeeze Please some more.........................)

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Jun 10, 2024

Jun 10, 2024 at 1:52 PM UTC

"Squeeze Please" presents as a cute word rhyme, But its grip and depth Is unique and sublime. Part hug, some cuddle, but More like a tickle... It's fickle!! Yet, I sense familial love songs When My limbs contract to stop his wiggles- And then, Before he starts his giggles... My knees squeeze... That’s when I heard, Without one word... Squeeze because you love me; Squeeze because I love you; Squeeze because I feel protected; Squeezing keeps we two connected. Squeeze Please makes me feel secure. Please squeeze... please... squeeze please me more. Squeeze me to my happy place. Squeezing tells me that I’m safe. A squeeze will make me feel content Your squeezes tend to give me strength. Then Squeeze tight for respite and peace, Like a weighted blanket as I sleep. Squeeze me like a pet boa, Squeeze because you're my own Granda. I hear and listen when he says Squeeze Please; That cute word rhyme really speaks to me. (Now loosen and Squeeze Please some more.........................)

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I need permission To break through this invisible forcefield, To give you a hug, And make it not ****** Yet... We both know It not to be true.

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Mar 24, 2024

Mar 24, 2024 at 10:03 PM UTC

When "Not" Means "Why Not."

I need permission To break through this invisible forcefield, To give you a hug, And make it not ****** Yet... We both know It not to be true.

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Some of my heroes wear a cowl or a cape, they might wield a shield, swing from a web or swing a big hammer. Some of my heroes wear a smile in the face of foaming anger and throw a mean hug that will make you stagger. I know who I'd rather be my first responder.

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Feb 19, 2024

Feb 19, 2024 at 5:05 PM UTC

Some of my heroes wear a cowl or a cape, they might wield a shield, swing from a web or swing a big hammer. Some of my heroes wear a smile in the face of foaming anger and throw a mean hug that will make you stagger. I know who I'd rather be my first responder.

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Dec 24, 2023

Dec 24, 2023 at 7:01 PM UTC

"Did The Boat Sink?" By: Z

Forget a degree Its just you an me I get 100 views without you If i had a temp mines 101 Senetence 10 billion an belief His Tor Eeee Top the page living legend You read my write Thats a law diploma Forget a degree I got 3 His Tor Eee 100 views channel 101 Me an you together forever Sing to me

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