#soothing
a pill for every ailment
one for every pain
ointment for balm
phsychiatrist for mind
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
Today,
Waking up felt different.
I don't like summers
yet felt resplendent,
The old and ragged curtain
Shaded brown and beige
Filtered the harsh sunlight
Into golden like bees,
The slow fan dancing on the ceiling
The calm air
The end of despair
My brown hair seems yellow
My brown eye seems yellow
My brown skin seems to shine
My brown room seems divine
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:32 PM UTC
Encased in massive concrete jungle,
We’re bound to lose
Our ties with nature,
It seems that
Going back’s a struggle,
Corrupting comfort yearns to bait us.
I wish that life
Could pause the racing,
And give us time
Time to feel the pleasure,
Let’s let ourselves enjoy green laces
Of fresh brisk grass, the emerald treasure.
Let’s not avoid the rain
And puddles,
Let’s listen
To the wind’s hoarse whispers,
Immerse in lake’s
Soothing cuddles,
Embrace the nature as our keeper.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:57 PM UTC
Choose one who
chooses wisely.
You'd take care,
so why decide on whom wildly?
Choose one while
you wonder idly.
Who comes to mind
in times of blithe
and boring drives;
on quiet nights,
who spends between times smiling?
And you. Yes you.
I want to see you
choosing you.
I want to see you
seeing through
what is done to you
and onto what it is
You can really do.
I want you to do
what I would do
if I were you:
I'd choose you.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 6:08 PM UTC
Whispers of gold adorn your visage,
but why do they hide your facade?
The orange skies are calling your name,
but you're too vague to gaze the glade.
The dawn lifts your veil,
for you long to be caressed by the sun,
but as the covetous twilight blinks,
you shy away from the world.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
Rain drops' lullabies carve serenity
and slither through the canopies,
while the world is garbed in melancholia,
souls are drifted by nostalgia.
The droplets ballet on the soil,
as souls wander in turmoil,
drowning down the lane of memories,
chasing a mirage where photographs don't crease.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC
Fine china is pressed to my lips.
offering a moment of sweet bliss,
as soothing warmth envelopes me
and my troubles start to fade.
Slowly sipping my cup of tea,
I find all is as it should be,
and clarity slowly emerges
putting my mind at ease.
I enjoy this relaxing remedy,
in this comforting serenity,
with a smile and a sigh
I find Positivi-tea.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC
Maybe later it's going to get better
Maybe later it's going to be fi-ine
Maybe later it's going to get better
Maybe later it's going to be fine...
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 8:29 AM UTC
It's alright, baby,
Just the way it is,
No need to change a thing.
It's alright, baby,
Just the way it is,
No need to fall apart.
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 6:07 AM UTC
I am here.
It's ok, breath.
I love you.
I know, it's difficult sometimes.
We fall into patterns of wanting to make everyone around us happy. But ourselves.
We sometimes need time to see and realize this.
To recognize what is happening.
We are learning.
It's good you show yourself as you are.
I have your back.
You don't need to control anything or anyone.
Just be and relax.
Just be yourself.
You are safe here.
I am always here for you.
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 12:22 PM UTC
Where is that hand,
That motherly embrace,
Which comforts in its ****** -
That motherly hand I can trust?
Where is that hand,
That warming caress,
Which eases the nerves -
That cocoon of soft curves?
There is no rest anymore
In thoughts of exile and escape;
My being is shaken to the core,
My soul bent under the stress.
Where is that hand,
That soothing absence,
Which cradles you gently -
That silence of calm and mercy?
Where is the hand,
That promise of better days,
Which relieves innocently -
That convincing “don’t worry”?
There is no rest anymore
In thoughts of exile and escape;
My being is shaken to the core,
My soul bent under the stress.
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 2:25 PM UTC
The mystic Sadhu
chants cryptic
mantras,
I hear
the Hammssss of his voice,
He is lost in his world
Like I'm with mine,
Above me, the bridge
clanked gleefully
announcing the arrival of her lover;
Shimmering in white, honking
it moves slowly like a big serpent,
Ending the tryst
with a flickering red light.
Several mounds, smoldering woods,
and one body stuck to
the trunk of the bridge
swirled in me the fear of
leaving this world early,
leaving all that I strived to
achieve, and leaving all of
it in the middle.
Buses pass on the next bridge
A hand came out
and aimed the stream with
something, probably a coin,
to compensate for wrongdoings,
Coin-collectors waiting like a
starving lion in a zoo
pounced on these throwings,
aiming the spot
with a magnet like
a trained ninja in nocturnal warfares,
After a few unsuccessful attempts
A boy yelled in joy
"Har Har Gange".
The Ganges was like this
from the beginning,
She was moderate in demands
offering so much
at the cost of a penny,
Throw a coin and
you are absolved from all your sins.
Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 7:31 PM UTC
brow creases lightly
piano sings a soothing song -
fingers in their turf.
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 8:50 PM UTC
A gentle hand upon my skin
To balm my sleeping soul within
A fragile brushing 'gainst my face
Adorns my soul with air and grace.
The kindest, mildest, tender touch
Subdues my soul to mind too much
The quaver of my joyful heart
As all my anguish blows apart.
And in the fluent light of morn
A freshness in my soul, reborn,
Where thoughts bygone, should I partake,
May kiss my brow as I awake.
Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 12:42 PM UTC
“Why did you do this for me?” He asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” “You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing.”
- E.B. White Charlotte's Web
Blooming violet, ghost
Of the blonde sun.
Beauty of contrast.
The sun shines brighter
But not perceived by many,
The violet no longer hides
And eclipses the star with
Its heart shaped petals
Mythic essence, desired
By queens... emperors.
Her hidden power.
The might of Greece
Kneels down to her grace.
The flower of spring Persephone
Has chosen. Athens symbol.
Flower to fool Apollo
Withheld greatness, how
modest she is to all.
The gift of Humility.
The faithful flower painted
Timidly by the Bible’s artists,
Is occasionally too reticent
To glance at her kind spirit
And behold my rescue
Healing Heartsease, blossoming
Even before melting snow.
The soul savior.
Violet’s tender touch of protection
Softly soothing my skin.
The salve of my machine.
Her words, the river dam.
But ephemeral is the scent.
Friendship essence, sweet
Magic wholly consuming me.
Tolkien of love.
How elegantly and delicately her
Colors dance and sing with the wind,
To engender the Victorian praxis
Binding us both with thoughts
Occupied by timeless bliss.
Elegant royal, spiritual
Guide of my fortune and good judgment.
Muse of twilight.
For she finds me in cold calamity
And warms my hand through the abyss.
Stargazing, I dream of hope, clarity and
To be born anew. She left her nectar.
Early morning emerges in delight.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 8:28 AM UTC
in the night
all by yourself,
with some tunes
in the background
to hit you with the memories,
they all seem very real
you'd thought they
would simply disappear,
but a lot of time
has gone by since
and now here you are
where even the walls have ears,
having heard many stories
over the years
so what's it going to be tonight?
'hold my hand',
says the hour hand to the minute hand
of the wall clock,
tick tock!
as time seems to pause
and you deep dive
into the music,
lyrics and instruments
with their own
ups and downs,
yet in perfect coherence
the harmony taking you places,
feels like a nightcap
for some midnight nostalgia
coming back,
you snap out of it
as the sound waves
fade way
in distance
'well, that was a nice little adventure...
onto the next one!',
your mind goes.
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
Solitude,
they say, is the drifting glacier
amidst a rolling sea
against a faint yellowish light
at dusk over a particularly misty sky;
you see a white fish washed onshore —
quivering and pulsing,
then stilled.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
I want to die out here with you
I want to decompose in your arms
our flesh slowly growing softer, and softer as our skin rots and our organs decay
our bones slowly growing closer, and closer
until our leg bones are not separated by leg flesh and our hip bones are not separated by hip flesh and our hearts seep together over our rib cages and our skulls press together, chin to forehead
dry leaves tickle our feet and the cool wind soothes our hot bones and the earth covers our clasped hands
until they can no longer tell who was me and who was you
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
Ethereal echoes
Emerald seas
Nacarat skies
Misty breeze
Mellifluous is her melody
Majestic every scene
Serenity of Serena
Allure of Ausrine
I tilt my head in ecstasy
My thoughts begin to cease
Sand beneath my hands
Cold, calming waters,
Languidly caress my feet
And like a child running around
And like a child who knows no bound
At the end, is enervated
I lay utterly still,
In her embrace,
Exhausted,
Yet satiated
Satiated by her healing warmth
Satiated by her meliorating touch
Satiated so much,
I wonder,
If my heart could hold so much of love.
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC