#reassuring
I crave soft touches and gentle words.
Reassuring hands holding mine in the
darkness of this world. Sweet humanity
cradling my soul as I no longer fear for
the present. I wish for tender care given
by rough hands, silky hands, and every
hand in between. Love isn’t shown in
bravery or strength. It is shown in kind-
ness and compassion. Love is as bright
and soft as a full moon on a starry night.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 8:23 PM UTC
Comforted by the bitter.
When your heart twitters,
You pull back and shiver.
Realize that you are a liver.
Not an ***** meant to filter,
But a human just off-kilter.
Realign your soul to peace.
Adjust your path, jump in the leaves.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:29 PM UTC
when I think about you
I hold you close and place you
around my neck like a necklace.
somewhere where I know that you're safe.
somewhere that I don't have to question.
your lips a pendant to the charms
that bang against my chest if I were to run.
the chain of your arms looped around my neck.
not to bind, or to keep stagnant.
to take in the sights, to breathe as one,
just as the planets that clasp together,
dangling from the universe's neck.
and
how the stars gleam and radiate.
bouncing and filling the empty gaps of space.
astronauts know this for a fact.
nestled in the comfort of their ships, sailing the sky.
clutching their keepsakes.
thinking about the love they've left back home.
although I am far from an astronaut.
you guide me through some of my darkest times.
when I think about you
I hold you close and place you
around my neck like a necklace.
if ever I am lost, you center me
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 5:10 PM UTC
there's a sea
on the other side of this dream,
you will meet yourself
there, on the shore.
she might say
"you're so much braver than me,
'cause, you see,
you've made it here on your own."
she could hold your hand
or hold back a laugh
when the waves catch you off guard
as they break.
there's a life
on the other side of this dream
to welcome you back
once you're awake.
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 2:50 PM UTC
You’ll be okay
One breath at a time
A step to rewind
You’ll be just fine
You’re okay
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
Do not fret
For the hole in your chest
Cannot stay hollow for much longer
In due time
A heart will fill the void
And you will feel again
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:17 PM UTC
I hear sweet reassuring voice
Sincerity and hope clutched tight
You softly murmur in my ear
"I swear everything will be alright"
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
Hush, little one, and get some rest
Don’t lie awake thinking you failed some test
Let me wipe away your tears, don’t be distressed
All who matter know you tried your best
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Some are shrill and some whiny,
Some are deep and hoarse or smarmy.
Some sing, and others scream,
Some are lazy, some are keen.
Some are there to comfort and to reassure. Or there to ridicule and to exacerbate an emotional sore.
Mine are, mostly, the latter type.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
i hate to be graphic and upsetting, but i need to write this. please refrain from reading.
first thing on my mind is
harm
what i feel like i deserve is
pain
it is not even a coping mechanism to me anymore
it has become routine
i fixate on it
i need to do it
i have to or else
i cannot bear to be myself
in my cold skin
i can't even look in the mirror
i'm a ******* monster
the slow sensation on my arm
is relieving and reassuring
that i am still deserving of it
i remember when i was 13
and i grabbed my weapon
and ran to my room
shut the door
turned out the light
sat down on the floor
and wept
if only i had known
what i was getting myself into
fast forward 5 years
and i am still there
on the floor
the reaction from my mother when i confessed
shocked me and took me by surprise
how could you be mad at me
i thought to myself
but now i realize why
i was her masterpiece
never to inflict harm on myself
and there i was
ruining what was hers
my skin
it's always there
most times a burden
other times a sign of resilience
a reminder of my monster
my corrupt side
of low self-esteem and self-worth
that i seem to never gain back
i won't ever hide it
i won't ever get rid of it
because i can't
i am not proud
most people say i'm a pathetic fool
crying for attention
desperate for others to see
but no one ever notices
and it lets me know
that it will always be
my little secret
a habit that was once by choice
but now by force
i wonder if i will ever grow out of it
like they said i would
years ago
i have accepted the fact that
i love it
and will never let it go
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
it's a sad thing on my mind
and maybe right now it'll be hard
but I'm going to be fine
cause' in a month, I'll have moved along just that much more
maybe then I would have picked myself up off the floor
So I'm not going to fret
I'm going to stop thinking of all I regret
cause' it'll be just fine
it'll be alright
I'll get back on my feet so I can take flight
the cure is time
sad to say
things don't always go my way
I accept this, so I can live
find something new
in just more time to pass by
and eventually about all this I will no longer cry
It's okay
It's okay
I'm going to keep reassuring myself day by day
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 11:54 PM UTC