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Pillows fluffed up perfectly, throw blankets set down with care. The living room is masked- it looks perfect, not a crumb in sight, nowhere. But internally, the pillows are about to burst, start crying blanket tears. She wants to drown in them, to simply disappear. She throws the pillows to the ground, tries to rip the blanket to shreds. It doesn’t work, Her mind is still filled with dread, but Her face- happy instead.
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Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 3:00 AM UTC
Perfectly Fluffed Pillows
Anxiety, the ever damnable beauty You twisted my love into sins You bend my trust into truths; You are a rose that doesn't have thorns Instead you're armed with thousand swords, And in them I found myself Always wounded— Always I fold. In the end I am a jester, Laughing like a fool, Kneeling in front the gallows About to lose my darling head; The stench of all the depraved Mixed into a harrowing essence called Despair Seeping into my soul as it pollute the air. Darkness hugs me as my only friend Crystals stained the pillows in my bed; I know there's no problem But you cunning devil incessantly whispered to me, That they are always near.
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Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 11:11 AM UTC
The Vanguard of Suffering
A widow from Wimberly whistles And fills all her pillows with thistles. So nice on the cheek, You’ll sleep for a week. When dozing on brambles and bristles.
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Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 8:20 PM UTC
Brambles
Birds always fly south When, a winner has a moment... Sour old fall, of life into bed with a crowd Of feelings; never a spoil or relent? Acceptation and divorce, artily A shrewd person knows more than a cup of tea? Lights and party's, fights and smarty... When a dalliance has the floor, a candor can be... Hair is a smile, if first and foremost denial? Simply airs, and the deified soul to prove... A habit in the gray, hosts of decency known a while You are the hero, I am the pact and the silence of love... A wager in the shadow of a waterfall? Since rainbows are so expensive, or a mutual cause... Where is a life more naked, with terror or mercy for a salt? The price of love has become even more, a sit with laws... Knowing what I do, a reason has a voice to win every argument Spill of light, or cover of darkness... The tooth you share, is a peace with a realm to its redoubt, patience? Has the time to remember me; when shame has become a seen, bless... Sleep or sunshine, the dream is the same... Sport of since, and the charity of a simpler sake My moment in the borrowing of still, has come and gone with fame Of a new time, in the shared forces of wishes, we've come to hate or make?
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Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 6:07 PM UTC
Photographs Under The Tooth Faeries Pillow
Panic's jewel... Or, is that pride? Poor relenting, to you... The question of irony on your side? Places and things, together With a real appetite for life's regency So, sophisticated, the liberty of kind to bother An open air, of a wish that found deception's history...? My undone mercy, my marveling hope Is with a ghost of a chance, the truth In a guarded fist, to promise a shared cope? If any pout of lore, is a wish that sought your youth... I will follow... Despairing consciences, with a blinking stare at honor That defies home for one thing only, that is to harrow... The dread in a tear, found for a salt that told a story: Once upon a time, and the tenderness of couth To wake upon a simple bed, the taste of harmony in league With itself, the role of unity and vice, come the riches of who Is a part defined, and who is a smarter focus divine, of each? Which will the tows of remorse... Work as we said, they have the skill's of duress to laud And heraldry of a looming proportion, to understand the worse The life of another lords prophet, the can and the callous odd... Here is such, the lies or levity we fate With a rekindled fire, for what is a stranger look, of desperation Sincerity or since charity is a fool for itself, the world of sate Is a kindness only a lover could afford, the very gift of intimation? Tomorrow? And the ides of heathen politeness, are here To simply move forward and borrow The truth in an order and repute, that has oneself to bless, with another's fear...?
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Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
Pillows That Talk Back, Too...?
Panic's jewel... Or, is that pride? Poor relenting, to you... The question of irony on your side? Places and things, together With a real appetite for life's regency So, sophisticated, the liberty of kind to bother An open air, of a wish that found deception's history...? My undone mercy, my marveling hope Is with a ghost of a chance, the truth In a guarded fist, to promise a shared cope? If any pout of lore, is a wish that sought your youth... I will follow... Despairing consciences, with a blinking stare at honor That defies home for one thing only, that is to harrow... The dread in a tear, found for a salt that told a story: Once upon a time, and the tenderness of couth To wake upon a simple bed, the taste of harmony in league With itself, the role of unity and vice, come the riches of who Is a part defined, and who is a smarter focus divine, of each? Which will the tows of remorse... Work as we said, they have the skill's of duress to laud And heraldry of a looming proportion, to understand the worse The life of another lords prophet, the can and the callous odd... Here is such, the lies or levity we fate With a rekindled fire, for what is a stranger look, of desperation Sincerity or since charity is a fool for itself, the world of sate Is a kindness only a lover could afford, the very gift of intimation? Tomorrow? And the ides of heathen politeness, are here To simply move forward and borrow The truth in an order and repute, that has oneself to bless, with another's fear...?
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I water myself daily, play my heartstrings like a ukulele the music makes me smile, my art child I can no longer blame me, for the times you were shady cannot stay hostile, the negativity is vile I move on and I move in, to my new skin I got into my groove and I let myself in to the world of violins that play for my smirk I was ****** hurt, and overworked but now as I rest in my throne of pillows I realize true peace as I watch the wind bend the willows
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Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 12:44 PM UTC
throne of pillows
So this is how it feels To be nailed to a cross On a backdrop of pillows. That mattress on which we lie... The bedsheets are like the wind Floating amidst your thundering sighs; Yes, they are hammering me down As you hold me there with your thighs Beneath mine. I am powerless, I am breathless As I tread upon the night sky And the echoes of your rest. There is a crossroad as I follow the path: One to sorrow, One to hopelessness, One to indifference And one to the divine. And now at last there's a silence That may linger til the morn. We’re all prepared for renewal From a past that won’t be left behind.
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 1:15 AM UTC
Bednailed (2021)
I never wanted to change the sheets,     as I always smelt you even though you weren't there. I loved you from the distance,              from a kiss from you to us. But I knew that I needed you to know,           that I was here even though you weren't between the pillow            and sheets keeping me warm. Sleeping without you, clutching the              the cusion that had                         you head rested next to mine.. Closing my eyes I'd imagine you looking                lost into mine. Breathing deeply I feel a moment        when you loved me.              I felt lost till you were next to us,        we weren't apart.       But I lost you every time you              closed the door. But now you're next to me, no longer                cuddling pillows of dreams I  have the real thing, you next to me.
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Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
Clutching Pillows
As the rain drops And the time stops A memory of you pops And craves for your voice box. I just missed you Hoping that you think of me too. A long rainy day Hoping that you stayed. As I close my eyes, As this tears dry With the memories having you by my side Hoping my pillows absorb our cherished times.
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
Untitled
you cant always make pain leave. it knows its directions. it knows how to follow you home. pain knows its way to your sheets. it knows which side of the pillow is colder. if it ever visits you tonight just let it in, lead it to the blank pages of a notebook. there, it will stay. between these lines, this is where it stays.
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Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
an uninvited guest
Clouds are like pillows in the sky. Oh! how I wish that I could fly. To touch the soft white, To lay there till night, When the moon gazes down with its silvery eye.
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Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
on a cloud
Keep puffing poisonous clouds I feel stress decrease Lost like my former self Keep searching for inner peace Things are so out of place Been ****** up for awhile Try to keep my mind right Hosting self-blame and denial I obstruct noise with music Block distractions with volume Worries barge in large groups Interrupting speakers loud tune Nothing quiets my ever-screaming thoughts No sound drowns my troubled brain out Tried but am incapable of Changing what I think about Sometimes I lose control and cry It's the only thing I can In bed dreaming happy futures Hope to get there but have no plan Fall asleep before pillows dry Fall apart when dusk creeps in Negativity held in place by lies Like laundry hung on clothespins Love is our ultimate weakness Only great fools believe otherwise We escape life through others That is our true demise
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Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 6:51 AM UTC
Our True Demise
I seem to write My best at night When I can't sleep And I've turned out the light When I've said goodnight To the darkness under my bed Twixt my pillows And neath my head Once I've said goodnight To the the bits of light That has bled From my window And the streetlamps
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Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
Best At Night
pillows are just sponges for the choppy waters on my face
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
you'll never know what goes on behind closed doors
let me lay down some facts fact is; the minute before i meet you i still get butterflies. every photo of you that you send makes the whole world quiet you made me pick up my guitar again you made want to pick up the microphone again the violin to sit down at the piano and learn. you made me want to be better not only for myself, but for you. fact is; the smell of your hair can send me to sleep the sight of your eyes can make the floor seem steep i'm falling. the touch from your hands set me on fire the taste from your lips like sweet oxygen brings me back to life as if for the moments before, i wasnt really alive. the sound of your voice makes everyone else's fade away... fact is; your laugh oh my dear girl your laugh.... makes me smile like angels are singing. and your cry makes my arms automatically fall open aching for you to be within them because darling within them no one can hurt you no one can touch you and everything is okay. fact is; you taught me that i can trust again you taught me what making love means truly means. because in the winter we learnt what it means together and i wouldn't of had it any other way. fact is; i cant stand the thought of you being hurt. so i ask when i seem too persistent or annoying when asking you it's only because i care. fact is; when it feels like no ones out there when it feels like the world is too big to handle i promise you i'm still here i promise you i'll hold your hand i promise you that everything will be alright because i care. because i will do anything to make sure you're safe. fact is; ...you're the first and last thing i think about in the day. if my pillows could read minds my bedsheets would be covered in your name. fact is; I love you. and i just thought maybe you needed reminding of that.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
this isnt a poem, it's proof.
let me lay down some facts fact is; the minute before i meet you i still get butterflies. every photo of you that you send makes the whole world quiet you made me pick up my guitar again you made want to pick up the microphone again the violin to sit down at the piano and learn. you made me want to be better not only for myself, but for you. fact is; the smell of your hair can send me to sleep the sight of your eyes can make the floor seem steep i'm falling. the touch from your hands set me on fire the taste from your lips like sweet oxygen brings me back to life as if for the moments before, i wasnt really alive. the sound of your voice makes everyone else's fade away... fact is; your laugh oh my dear girl your laugh.... makes me smile like angels are singing. and your cry makes my arms automatically fall open aching for you to be within them because darling within them no one can hurt you no one can touch you and everything is okay. fact is; you taught me that i can trust again you taught me what making love means truly means. because in the winter we learnt what it means together and i wouldn't of had it any other way. fact is; i cant stand the thought of you being hurt. so i ask when i seem too persistent or annoying when asking you it's only because i care. fact is; when it feels like no ones out there when it feels like the world is too big to handle i promise you i'm still here i promise you i'll hold your hand i promise you that everything will be alright because i care. because i will do anything to make sure you're safe. fact is; ...you're the first and last thing i think about in the day. if my pillows could read minds my bedsheets would be covered in your name. fact is; I love you. and i just thought maybe you needed reminding of that.
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Her pillows damp with her tears. For what she felt was the worst. Broken to pieces and left unchecked. She will never love again she said. Then he came and changed the pillows. Wiped her of those tears, And calmed her down. Stayed there till she stood on her own. Along time then she smiles. Ridden of her sorrows and pain. He stayed with her till then, She didn't realize she was falling again. -HIY
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
Falling.
Natuyo na ang kaalatang pumapalibot sa kanyang mga mata Ilang papel na ang nasira sa pagtulo ng mga basang kalungkutan sa mga salitang pinagsikapang idikta't ibuga Umaasang, balang araw Ang sakit na kinikimkim ay tuluyan ding maiibsan Ngunit Lumipas ang mga buwan, humina ang katawan Nagkulong sa loob ng sariling kasakiman't kadiliman sa takot na muling masaktan. Pero tama na. Sa wakas, dumating na ang realisasyong matagal nang inaasahan: Nakakasawa nang magtiis matulog sa mga basang unan. Panahon na para ito’y labhan.
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
Sa Wakas, Babangon Na Siya
I used to love sleeping. But I dreamed about losing you. losing you. lose you. l.o.s.e. So, I stopped sleeping. I soon hid the blankets the sheets the pillows I told you about my dream. You laughed I told my friends about my dream. They laughed, too. Now, I used to love laughing. But I can’t laugh if I’ll lose you. So, I married you. I soon prepared the blankets the sheets the pillows And sleep by your side. Now, I can sleep.
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
I used to love sleeping
I weaponized love, collected the pheromones of                         every smile. A heart beat,       my hands laid upon everyone. I stole one maybe                            two seductively, They thought I was smitten with there motions.                      But I stole every petal that had laid upon there blossoming eyes. I will steal every happiness,                                       that is gloated from the hands of others                                        to feed ego's whims. Where they stole the reflections of others hearts. And I slept, why they wept on lonely pillows...
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Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
They Wept On Lonely Pillows
late nights by the fire sipping on hot chocolate under a fort of blankets and pillows drunk on laughter and high on love we danced in the moonlight           (i apologized too many times for stepping on your toes) we ran through sprinklers and wished upon shooting stars you kissed me like never before you held me like you were going to lose me i could feel your heart beat as you drifted to sleep on the floor i love you more than the sun loves the moon i'm never in the dark when we're together your passions burn like the sun you guide me in troubled times you carry me when i can't stand i got lucky when i met you my heart hasn't been the same since
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
you pt. 2 (late nights)
I'm on the edge of awake and asleep And the blade is pressed below my eyes Hard enough to bruise but not to break Soft enough that I can't sleep and I'm not awake
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
Sleep
What if the pillows could collect the tears and recycle them to drinkable water, could be supplied to the people who are in drought affected area ?
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
Pillows