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Lone Luna Nov 2015
I am leaving safe places
To find where I'm supposed to be
It doesn't feel quite right nor
It doesn't feel wrong
But I'm leaving safe places
Because here's not where I belong
s Nov 2018
you sit on my back
like a chicken on an egg
with a mocking flap,
shuffle and a wiggle
tucked and stacked -
chuckle and a giggle.
both - joke and cuddle
- die as they're written though;
but could I risk to memory -
forgetting that tableau ?

as I sit to study
our curiosities -
creating patterns & poems
of contradicting absurdities;
listening to the jugalbandi
of predictability & tease,
instigating the battle
between curiosity & belief,
how we manoeuver differences
with a pursued kind of ease -
love sits quiet,
amused but revealed,
its appetite appeased -
with a wholesome kind of meal.
Lyn Senz 2 May 2016
so long
it's all I
her life's
my song
and I so
and I'll go
to my grave
just as long
as I know

©2012 Lyn
Hi. grave didn't want to
rhyme with safe. :-( Also
content is not a good word
to use because I'm not.
I remember this was a
much longer poem in the
first couple drafts but I
decided to just cut it down
to almost nothing.
also this one adds up
to 30 words 3+0=3 which
my birthday and social
security number also
add up to 30; 3+0=3.
Leigh Mar 2016
You are only lovely when I allow it:
When I let you out to trace the times
Your perfect puzzle-piece body
Sat home with mine;
Quiet hands on your chest
And on your stomach,
Breathing closer;
Holding tighter to muffle
The 'nails in skin'
Sort of **** that was
Held at a distance

You are only lovely when I allow it:
When I let you out to suffer the nights
You were left alone with my mood

You are only lovely when I allow it:
When I let you out to worry
As you hold together -
I sink into my crawl space
Pushing the rubble to the top

You are only lovely when I allow it:
When I let you out to relive and to relove
The way I should have
gracie Apr 2018
I see paradise
in his eyes

I see rainy day car rides
singing along to George Ezra
his voice sweet, low
dripping from his lips
like honey off a spoon

I see blanket forts
drifting asleep like a child
his chest safe, soft
rhythmically rising and falling
with every blue exhale

I see sunshine
loving in the morning
his kisses deep, warm
tousled hair upon the pillow
like a sleepy golden storm

but I see bitter tears
crying alone in the bathroom
my breath cold, hollow
aching in my throat
because he only loved my silhouette.
Lizzy Apr 2014
My teacher told us to draw
A place where we feel safe
I drew myself in your arms.
Joanna May 28
Pushing my way upstream to be where you are; is not one of my highest dreams.

Being one of many little tributaries isn’t so far from the place, you say to be.

And yet I find myself doing just that. Pushing and striving to understand.

Until I am empty as a dry river bank looking for what I already have at hand.
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NA Nov 2018
The lighthouse was planted with its roots
Close enough to the faint smell of the salty water
Yet, keeping a safe distance from the ocean’s vicious waves.
And much like the lighthouse,
Not even my shadow dares to
Dance past the line
Between the calming shore
And the mysterious sea.
Daniel Feb 19
I can´t resist anymore,
I simply want to hold you,
wrap my arms
around your
delicate body.

I know you´re shattered
but I will be
your safeguard
protecting you
from any more damage,
your detective
searching for
the tiniest pieces of you
and your long-lasting glue
sticking you back

I will try my best
to stick your pieces
and again
and hope that
my presence makes you realize,
you are whole with
and without

just **** cheesy
I feel safe
telling you all o

BIGGEST worries,
d a r k e s t  memories.

Because I know that you
will love me
no matter what.
Lizzie Nov 2017
His smile warms me, as I melt into his embrace...
Leaning into him, my head on his chest,
Drifting to the lull of his heartbeat as he caresses my hand...
His head on mine... Jumbling my thoughts...
He sings in choir, his voice lulling my mind into a peaceful sleep ...
Unfinished but here's what I got so far...
Jack Jenkins Dec 2018
Quiet breathing overshadowed by a pounding heart
leaves my ears deafened and I slowly fall apart

Weakened with extra haste to die and find peace
clay ankles weren't meant to hold a heart of stone

A heart selfless at one time but given too freely
to the wolves that desire only the flesh

Now I sit with loneliness and reminisce
about the lovers that were eventually a lie

Now I sit with loneliness and confess
there is no more heart for me to give
//On anxiety//
grace Apr 2018
she sat there, just sobbing into her sleeves.
the five of us watched in dismay with heavy eyelids. it was late.
i stood up and slumped next to her, putting my arms around her.
we all stared at each other.
what was there to say?

and i was tired and smiling and everything else.
i hope i never see an angel cry for a lost soul again.
You're in the safest place

No one can see
No one can guess
Without your permission

Inside my head
You're beautiful
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Safe Zone
wonderwall Aug 21
Thank you
For all the good laughs
For all the endless thoughts
You never know that
A part of me wished
You're the one
And only

laura Jan 21
A quiet safe place,
which you love to call your home,
Is the place to be
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