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You are Protected, from danger and from harm, The Lord watches over you, and Protects you with his Arms, He will keep you safe from danger and hurt, and will direct your path, He will keep you alert, He will watch, and protect you every day, ordering your steps, and showing you the way, He will be your strength, and will be your Guide, He will be there for you, and Be by your side, He will be your encouragement, HE WILL PROVIDE!!! So, always remember if you are feeling neglected, THE LORD IS ALWAYS WITH YOU: and YOU ARE PROTECTED!!!!! B.R. Date: 1/18/2026
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Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 10:45 PM UTC
Protected
Her zest deepened the hunted travailed barefoot over ember littered bridges a lone Elk under the Cedars in Munich treading ashes in the snow on the rise to Phoenix.
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC
The hunted
his hands are firmly wedged inside pockets unwilling to risk exposure to this frost-coated morning if he tripped or slipped stumbled fell even then he would not rely on their numbed support he could not trust that they would do what was necessary if called upon deep in the sherpa-lined abyss of his coat his fingers remain protected in gloves clenched and wriggling with all hopes resting on a return    of warmth    of bloodflow    of feeling before he gets home before central heating    and chill-blains turn his frozen tips into scalding rods when there is no use but to desperately and ironically wish that he could not feel anything at all
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Feb 9, 2023
Feb 9, 2023 at 11:04 AM UTC
frost-coated
ive always wondered what its like to be a normal kid but always for weird reasons, im safe, im loved, im fed, im cared for, thats what home is, why dont I want to be here, im confused, the secrets, but im safe and they love me, but they dont know me how could they love me, I remember when I was really little and wanted to be like my dad, except for the hitting and drinking and screaming, but I wanted to be just like him, he was my hero, anyones a hero when all you know are villains, thats why you were my hero, you saved, and protected me protected or smothered
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC
parenting
If you look outside, All you see is storm clouds. It’s one of those days, Where everything seems sad and gloomy. The good thing is, is That you can just lie inside, And you have that sense, That you are safe, Protected, And nothing will ever harm you.
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
Rainy Day
It is cold outside And warm in here. There is mist On the window. Can’t see.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
Bus Window
When I met her I was in a dark place She made me feel better alone with her I felt safe When I met her I fell in love easily Me and her alone protecting me in isolation furiously Her's was the fear but I knew why I had to be scared the danger was clear I wasn't meant to be shared But hidden in front of everyone's eyes better still behind closed doors safe and sound and internally screaming my lively body lying dead on barren floors When I met her to love her felt so right easier yet but to walk amongst strangers simpler yet to swallow all forsaken pride Since I realized that I loved her wrong that I only grew fond of her protection I started taking her out on walks I've written her a heartfelt song "I love you dear, you are my fearful guardian and I thank you for reminding me to keep an open eye, to always look for the hidden scorpion Let me find comfort in you when I know being terrified makes less a fool out of me but only a soul less traveled, barely petrified. In my way of loving, let me find my kind of freedom I don't need you solving Anxiety. "
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Her
When the armies rise, and I am scared, you stand by my side, holding me in. When I couldn't feel you around, you whisper to my heart that you are with me, close within. When fear and terror comes my way when death and darkness comes, I will not be afraid. For you are holding me by your side. Holding my heart tightly as they come by.
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
Hold me
Boundaries broken In a wave of warm salt The first word is spoken And in wonder and revolt A world awakens, stretching To feel a forest growing on its crust On land given up by a heavy sea, retching. Then wonder as feet touch the newly formed dust Under a new born sun and scar flecked moon Where the land and sea meets Birds take to flight and animals roam, all to soon Their heartbeats build to a thousand beats A crescendo of voices, bird and beast, fill the air Living, protected in a shell, a flimsy case They float along on a globe of wonder, so rare A life-raft in the cold, dark, void of space.
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
Life
There she sat. Leaned forward in my arms. It felt like she belonged there. My arms. Her head nestled in the center of my chest. My arms stretched around her shoulders. Wrapping tight around her. Honestly between us both I don't know who felt more comfortable. Me or her. The urgency of need. Warmth. Her arms un-tucked from the center of her chest. Wrapping underneath my arms. Squeezing the small of my back. I love the way she hugged me. I felt a sense of security. Holding her as close as I could. I watched as she turned her head and made herself more comfortable. This was who we were. Explaining everything that needed to be said. Reciting everything within arms reach
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
With In Arm's Reach
No more Rain Or destructive Fire Such from Life Comes a Retirement No more Hate Or piercing Wounds When Spirit Moves Beyond the Moons There is only Love An Eternal Bliss Sheltered From The Wind In Peace to Exist. DLR 01/10/2016 Abri du vent Pas plus de pluie Ou Feu destructeur Une telle vie de Vient un retraite Pas plus de haine   Piercing Wounds Lorsque Spirit Moves Au-delà des Moons Il n'y a que l'amour Un Bliss Eternal Abri du vent Dans la paix d'exister. DLR 01/10/2016
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Sheltered From The Wind
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—     where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord,     the Maker of heaven and earth.  He will not let your foot slip—     he who watches over you will not slumber;  indeed, he who watches over Israel     will neither slumber nor sleep.  The Lord watches over you—     the Lord is your shade at your right hand;  the sun will not harm you by day,     nor the moon by night.  The Lord will keep you from all harm—     he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going     both now and forevermore.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
Ancient Poetry
I am safe. I am protected. You built a hedge around me that no one can break through. Not without Your permission. You are keeping me safe. You are protecting me. The future is bright with hope. The darkness is in my past, and even when painful times come, You will still be here. You will still keep me safe. You will still protect me.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
Safe
I'm resting my head On your chest My hand on your shoulder Your arm around me Playing with my hair Gently stroking it Helping me fall asleep Your other hand Holding onto my arm gently moving your thumb Up and down Your chin on my head I can hear your heart beat Your arms tightly round me Holding me Making me feel safe and happy Genuinely happy Even though it was the worst sleep I've ever had Because of the little space we had in the tent It was one of the best sleeps Just because you were there You move and your cheek is pressed against mine I can feel your breathe on my neck You moved your hand into my sleeping bag And pull my top And gently rub my back Because I'm almost in tears With how sore my stomach is I giggle quietly cause it tickles on my side It starts to get cold So I move closer to your chest and you hold me tighter You're dreaming A nightmare possibly Sounds like your crying My arm isn't on you anymore You make a weird noise And I pull you closer to me And you seem to feel better It's cute really You felt better with my arm around you Just like I did Continue stroking my hair As I fall gently asleep on your chest Feeling the steady rhythm Of your heart And hearing your heavy breathing pattern And you light airplane sounding snore From you being sick Slowly falling asleep In each other's arms Happy And safe
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
Sleep
Behind the deceptive exterior, Strong walls that have been built, Is something different from expected. A mouselike soul Having feelings of distress, Needing to be protected. Afraid of getting hurt, Not obtaining chosen goals, Not being the one who's selected. Fear of being judged, And going unheard, Scared of not being accepted. Wanting to hide from the world To the safe hole in the wall Believing it can't be trapped in there.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Terrified of Cats
The way that one Piece of hair Falls on your forehead When you don't have enough wax In your hair The way you straighten it Everyday Because you hate the curls That I like The way you get cold so easy So you sit a little closer to me Feel my warmth Put your hand on my knee Or on my arm Your icy fingertips Burning my skin How you always hold Onto my hand Longer than you should When you shake my hand Or hi five me And bend your fingers over To hold my hand in yours The way your eyes light up When you laugh Or smile at me As I wake up From sleeping in class The way we both are drawn To a stray cat Walking down the pathway home The way you grab my arm Or put your hand on my knee And ask if I'm okay When I'm on the verge of tears And tell me it's all going to be fine When I get scared And you put your arm around me And run with me in your arms Away from what we fear The way you pull me off the road So I don't get hit The way your hand is pressed Firmly on my back Getting me away From any bad situation The way you care for me My safety My health My feelings Way more than I do myself I don't really understand why But oh how I'm grateful You were that person I always prayed for That God would send me Someone I could count on Someone to protect me Care for me Understand me and my ways And make me happy again
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
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Bold=Chris Italic=Tiffany **You are darkest beauty Hunted by this frenzy These aging, wizened eyes Track you through the night Prey for the predator** As for the creature feasts on the most unknown meal of all not the dark but thy light **Draining the sweet innocence Hungry for the souls taste But you stay just of reach The closer to thy light It burns at this darkness** The light shines with no effect upon thy dark but the dark shines no mercy but glory and hatred the dark predator gives to thy light **This creature feels only rage Consumed at he can not have Fury at what he can never be For he never knew the angel Of the darkest beauty in hiding** Thy angel of light bares to thy soul of thy darkest part of the creature of the dark exposes its true beauty and shines light on its pure light and the demon of darkness demolishes thy lights soul and the light shall stay nonimmortal while the dark overules the light and captures both sides dark and thy light both parish in a eruption of flames and disappear in a thin of smoke and never return to thy land of good and evil. Collaboration by Chris Smith the dark poet And Tiffany Gold
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
Dark poetry Collaboration between Tiffany Gold and Chris Smith
sad  scared  alone  depressed  It  overwhelmed  upset  ignorant  irrelevant  broken  disgusting  is you  awful  rejected  numb  stupid    unhappy  lazy  fat  mad  that protects me from the  hopeless  cold  fear glum  tragic  pouring rain and you shelter me from the  worked  poor despair  big wide world and for that I owe you my soul  chubby sick  and           I          think             that          you         are  wrong hollow                                              B                                               shame empty                                               e                                                 envy anxst                                                a                                            remorse grief                                                  u                                               greedy poorly                                               t                                             shallow fed up                                              i                                             beaten bullied                                              f                                               guilty unheard                                           u                                         unneeded stress                                             l.                                             bored
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
A poem to a friend
sad  scared  alone  depressed  It  overwhelmed  upset  ignorant  irrelevant  broken  disgusting  is you  awful  rejected  numb  stupid    unhappy  lazy  fat  mad  that protects me from the  hopeless  cold  fear glum  tragic  pouring rain and you shelter me from the  worked  poor despair  big wide world and for that I owe you my soul  chubby sick  and           I          think             that          you         are  wrong hollow                                              B                                               shame empty                                               e                                                 envy anxst                                                a                                            remorse grief                                                  u                                               greedy poorly                                               t                                             shallow fed up                                              i                                             beaten bullied                                              f                                               guilty unheard                                           u                                         unneeded stress                                             l.                                             bored
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She wanders with a ponderance of an unfulfilling existence . It's like she missed the instance when life was handing out purpose. She became subverted by her own thoughts. Self-image contorted like spaghetti noodles or dreadlocks. The simplicity of existing has become brutal. She keeps the gold within vaulted like Fort Knox. That protection is like an island preventing her journey's beginning.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Sweet Memory