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I found myself in comfort.
Tightly tucked within the folds of my own sadness.
Somehow
Despite it ripping me apart from the inside out,
You are my love
You are my dove
You are the only one whom I want to keep in my heart
You are the liar
You are the fire
You are the only one who made me weep in my hard
You were my law
When I was in hard
You made me in comfort
When I thought myself low
You taught me to glow
Here's a tree that only I knew,
Its roots deep in my heart it grew,
A symbol of my hidden truth,
A friend that saw me through my youth.
Its leaves were like my every dream,
I let you into my life
One breath at a time
My parts, too, are promises
Curve a curl behind my ear as I
Tell you a secret
Another high school poem, this time from senior year ELA.
The first of three poems in a final project assigned during the poetry unit.
is it me, or just a comforting presenceone that wont look at you wrong, a fear of feeling i may never be more than you wanted me to bea wild feeling, one i cant escape are you a feeling, or true comfortsecurity, safety, and seamless satire who am
can't sleep.
it feels like these walls are closing in on me
so i find shelter in your arms instead.
(i could stay here forever.)
What, shall I fear the veiled unknown?
To die and pass the mortal shroud
They say ascencion through the cloud
Will whisk me to the Gloried Throne,
But what awaits? No tongue has told
You were driven from my mind for a time
by attractive covers and synopses...
Then happiness faded into the lull of boredom.
My mind was filled only with tiring thoughts
Is it possible that I do
What you do
To make me do
What I do? I wonder.
Could anyone feel
The way I feel
Roast chicken on a Sunday evening.
Homemade.
Waffles and fortune cookies mending my prolonged childhood fear of the dark.
The morning's dawn is rising
Upon the gray-blue sea
That seems to be a shadow
To the eyes of you and me
But slowly the sun overcomes the horizon
And the brightness starts to grow
Tears
Once it is morning
In a garden
It is
The world
The trees rise up
To dance in the light
Of the sky
Dang it all why does inspiration come at two oh three am?
I'm listening to the wind blow Grandma’s wooden wind chimes
together to the
tickticktick
How my heart can ache for the lonely,
Then I’d like to comfort them all,
Hold them close
Until their sorrow goes,
This great big world
Can seem so cold,
O woe, some end up alone,
The mountains are black shadowy peaks
Their valleys lined with snow soft and deep.
No birds or trees inhabit this place
To most it’s an empty desolate waste.
Despite the country’s shortfalls
Shed your skin of cotton with dirt and grime complete. Feel the smooth brown marble floor that’s cold against your feet. Turn the metal handle, almost entirely to the left. Feel the frigid arctic water that takes away your breath.
The cool wind on our faces
The happy smiles all around
As children, our favorite places
Included being on the playground
My heart flowed to your hand
As easy and as seamlessly
As the quilts my grandma used to make.
The soft touch of the yellow light
Folds my hair gently behind my ear
And I look up at the lovely moon
It’s freckled face always smiling back at me
I will be The Judge,
You will be The Jury.
I’ll believe in the happy never-afters
and the long-forgotten fables.
Rebut me as much as you like,
Jury.
Goodmorning honey, so they say
distant at heart.. but close at screws
so vivid you see, you without me
things missed for things misused
selfless laws governed me
troubled, shrubbed up with worry
Relief (Heartless)
September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday
He’s a book with boxes
Analytical machine with no off switch
He’s got a checklist
And I'm on it
Hi daddy.
Remember this morning when you left for work
You promised to come play with me when you got home.
I set up the teacups and food for us with mommy
Oh! And I made the tea that’s actually water all on my own.
I am scared, you hold my hand.
I have anxiety, you soothe my fears.
I feel overwhelmed, you offer me solutions.
I am sad, you make me laugh.
I need to talk, you always listen.
I cried today, and it's okay
In hindsight now, I can't fall prey
To doubt and fear, or dark dismay
Their dreary biddings to obey
*
I cried today, it's tough to say
Just why I cried, I can't convey:
Oh mentor of mine,
You are my valentine,
Oh wait. I'm lying.
Thats ok you lie too,
You had me I had you,
I needed sleep ,
You lulled me.
You needed ears,
And I tuned in.
Now I know what it’s like
To fear the loss of someone-
It’s terrible,
Horrible,
But what accompanies it is a tender notion,
A soothing feeling you can’t replace.
Search the earth, the skies, the space,
Books put together a powerful message
You can find words that make you sound impressive
For me, a book would make my mood happy, or depressing
The book would speak to me in a conveying way
I grew up in a world
where everything was fine and dandy.
I lived with mommy and daddy,
and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.
Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
I grew up in a world
where everything was fine and dandy.
I lived with mommy and daddy,
and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.
Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
I grew up in a world
where everything was fine and dandy.
I lived with mommy and daddy,
and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.
Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
I grew up in a world
where everything was fine and dandy.
I lived with mommy and daddy,
and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.
Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
Your smell, your warmth,
Keeps me sane.
Your caress, your strength,
Keeps me safe.
Your love, your touch,
Calms me.
Your breath, your heartbeat,
Calms my being.
it's a funny feeling havinga place where you don't hidewhere wordsthey droplike waterfalls;where rules do not abide
Would it be OK if I took some of your time?
Would it be OK if I wrote you a rhyme?
Would it be OK if I opened your heart?
A gentle shift of the body, the steady turn of a page, and the oddly addicting scent of ink and paper fills the room.
Sends shivers down your spine
Gives you the chills
Freezes you to the bone
Raises your hairs
Yet it’s oh so kind
It comforts us
Comfort can be hard to find in the winter.I always find it in Hot Chocolate.Because it’s more than a taste of sweetness.It’s the feeling that comes with it.
light came from the window
and fell on my arm
the other day
it felt a lot like you
warming me from the inside out
wrapping me in peace and contentment
I watch the world pass by
I hope you realize how much you mean to me,
regardless of where a relationship between us stands.
I hope you know that you make my day.
Even when I fell like the world around me is falling apart,
You were warm.
I was cold.
Hard.
And you were warm.
Warm like a fleece blanket
Softening my insides in cozy embrace.
You were sweet
Like you knew me before you ever had to ask
Your steady warm breath
Against my neck.
Your body wrapped around mine
As if your first instinct is to protect.
You hold my hands in a warm embrace
With the conviction that you will never let go.
I need comfort, not by finding the right people But feel the comfort when I was alone with time and space. I mean it. But I can't just say I need help from people because it feels stupid and unnecessary thing. I take this time alone.
As the wind blows and
The rain pounds on my window,
You hold me tight and don't let go.
I fall asleep in your arms,
Waiting for a rainbow
That I hope will come,
The one that you promised was just
A beautiful creature
With a mane full of snow
Silently sits
Though she always knows
In the dark nights
When no one is near
He comes
The only one to hear
Worries worries worries
Who is he with?
Why didn’t he tell me where he was going?
Is he lying to me?
We pull eachother close
Myself sober, yourself a drunkard
comforting me after a recent breakup
you hiccup, i smile
i feel you breathe, the smell of fireball on your lips
Times like this I'd search the bed for her.
To throw my arm around her.
Kiss her in mid sleep.
The comfort of warm blankets.
Knowing that shes that warm lump, kept warm between two sheets, a blanket, and my warmth.
I spoke with a friend yesterday.
And even though we're both white, the police had
never been something that was on my mind because--
Well, everything was okay.
You are on the Road, the Road gets you to where you need to be.
It does not matter how many potholes you hit.
It does not matter how narrow the Road appears.
A year ago your angry handsLeft red and purple sunset marks on my porcelain skin.Your lips dripped honey-covered apologies,But nothing ever really changed.
Do not let my heart grow cold.
For I will become a cynic,
and bitter to the core.
Kind words will choke me,
for I cannot say them.
The days can only get tougher
And life can only get harder-
But when I walk in the door and am greeted by your excitement-
My day can only get better,
And my smile can only get brighter.
Doesn't matter if you're having a nice day.
They come and go anyways.
One moment, you're just hanging out with friends.
Then a thought comes and brings an end.
"They aren't your friends,
Tell me what I've done matters
Make me believe it will be okay
Days, weeks, months later
I don't care when.
Tell me I'm doing the right thing.
The flames die out.
Ghostly traces of red and orange and purple haunt the sky.
The last moments of light cling to the clouds as the weight of the sun is dragged down.
Resting place.
Somberness rises with the moon.
Sleep tugs me, these days, at so many moments
Into its soft embrace.
I remember when I was young, I would fight it
Worried about wading through life
Slow and dreamlike
To me, she is a she,
and she is as powerful
as a woman can be.
She eases me like a mother does,
settles me down
from my bouts of madness,
Something overtook me and I did not know what to say.
I struggled with my emotions and was tired of each day.
Abuse in my mind and torment in my soul,
The need to get rid of it so suddenly took hold.
The comfort in my soul comes from inside and above
My comfort travels through simple days in life
Comfort reflected by smiles and joyful faces
If I was ever caught in a tempest or drought
I know something I can't live without
Not my phone, since it's likely to die
Not my laptop, or my favorite apple pie
My father's bear hugs are all I really need
Worn and torn, you have been through all, Happily by my side since I was small.
Intricately woven and embroidered by hands that did care.
To me you were the perfect gift.
I need fear.
Fear drives me.
Comfort hinders success.
I have never worked hard than when fear was just behind my heels.
I don’t believe in being comfortable while working hard.
Many misty mornings I CAST into the deep sea my net,
Thinking...perhaps, that ALL my efforts might pay my debt.
A light in the darkness
Flickers, dances, on the walls
The cave must relinquish its grasp
It eventually must surrender.
Petals of lights reach out
You said I am like that feeling you get from letting go of a balloon,
and watching it drift until it’s color vanishes.
At first, it crushed me that you compared me
I find a comfort in knowing that death is close, It's soul soothing to know that all the pain and hurt felt will be no more when mysoul leaves this entrapped body.
I adore the wind;
It’s comfort over rules every
And any single thought I have had.
Shall the gust turn strong
Or the movements go astray
It is here to accompany me
Even if I’m not here stay.
Peace of mind is
Lying sandwiched between my parents.
I am half a man with an ego bigger than he is,
And half a woman with a temper shorter than she'd like it to be considered.
I am half afraid, half fearless.
There's a scared young girl
Filled with hurt, sadness and pain
Let her voice be heard
the first time in my life i ever smelled a stick of incense was at my friend lindseyswe were in the fifth grade and she was my very very very best friendshe watched all the cools eighties movies
A closet of masks. All my favorites lined up neatly; color coded, organized by size and shape. It's beautiful, isn't it? All those colorful masks that all my friends and family derive such joy from, they're splendid, are they not?
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed
There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become
The crazy twirl that destincts
Who she is
The girl I was years ago is gone
She came to me
Eyes filled with tear and she began to confine to me,
She said
"I fell in love with him because i thought he was best for me,
looking at the entire world in an illusion
“You walk funny.”
These words have plagued my school experience.
No one knows the reason behind this walk,
They don’t know that my muscles don’t work and I’m slower than the rest
Torn Between two, One black and the other white.
Yet dull, gloomy and often unnoticed.
Dismal, and outcaste are likely to be,
is exactly the reason you are for me.
To many its a sad and true emptiness,
Sadness blankets me
like a dark mist
a book in hand is all i have
the words within are bliss
sweet and comforting
are the words
for my broken, aching heart
I think the saddest word is maybe
Maybe I did It
Maybe it was not me
Maybe I will never admit
If I may be a good girl
Maybe I should wait
Fantasy
Surreal, Whimsical
Frollicing, Flying, Dreaming
Fun all day and all play, No fun and all work
Insults fly through the air,
Pain upon the heart,
Boiled anger through the veins,
Impatience floods the mind,
Yells,
Screams,
Accuses at night,
A breaking soul,
In the hallways of school, surrounded by unfamilair faces. Feeling alone, and as I walk through the lonely hallway, the only person I can find a friend in is myself.
Can a broken person truly help broken people or is that merely a fictional facade we blind ourselves with so that we may feel more security within ourselves?
I don't
understand
what it feel like
for someone close to die.
I can sympathize.
I am unable to empathize.
My hand is held out;
I love you,
I do.
Picture-perfect moment was today.
Endless happiness was today.
Good -bye pain, good-bye Hurt was today.
A moment derived from love.
Wearing your cardigan means I need extra protection; I fear that the day will be bad, or that I will feel more than under the weather.
They're avoiding you.You're always surrounded by peopleAnd now's my chance to talk to you.You're cool,You're popular,You're sporty,You're smart.I'm awkward,I'm mean,I'm lazy,
I sat upon moist dirt,
Long after the crowds fade,
Staring at this gray-stone,
Your beautiful name engraved.
Inside my knees I sobbed,
Hiding from the world,
That is when I heard footsteps,
I've dated eight people now in the last year.
I need a break, this is crazy.
I tell my friends all these stories on how each one fails.
I don't understand why thry jsut leave.
Filled with judgement, we live our lives sensored by what people think and others' motives.
Why? How come we express ourselves by the standards at which people set?
At the end of each day, my parents kissed me goodnight and put me to bed.
The key falls into my hand.
The door opens.
Piercing noises around me
Subside.
I have to hide, before they take me back.
I run
Into a never ending hall of doors
Leading to infinite worlds.
Her small hand touches the moist fabric of my shirt,
wrapping her arm around me as if she forgot how to comfort me.
I don't blame her.
She's right. We don't know each other anymore
Just when I think the beach can't be far enough away, it gets farther...
didn't that last sign say one hundred miles away? and now this one says one hundred and fifty moremiles???
People are starving
Becoming homeless and dying
We got to make a change
By making a committee we can arrange
I rearrange my personality and fix my face,
Tuck my curse words and laid back cool college kid demeanor
Battle scars and broken armor
That's how I see you
A beautiful soul in a ravaged body
With nothing there's hope, without hope there's nothing
I want to give freedom!
I want to give it now
To the African child
thrust into warfare at random
to the the millions starving men, women, and children
to the thousands of kids
Whenever I'm lonely, I go see my best, true friend.
She's only home during the night, though I miss her throughout the day.
The world I come from is a broken world
A vast world of traveling in a sense that is not meant for vacational purposes.
Getting too comfortable was uncomfortable.
So I was living in a life of discomfort.
I got a new mattress today.
Fresh, clean, and filled with springs
To hold me up when I’m unable.
My new mattress hugs me goodbye
Every day, when I leave to go to school,
Excuse me dear teacher
I too am a creature
That would like some comfort
though I am no expert
Here a plan of action
That comes with attraction
Excuse me dear teacher
I too am a creature
I am sad,
I am hurt,
I am mad,
These words don’t work!
I feel empty,
I’m at a loss,
I’m insecure,
I’ve lost the toss.
I feel sick,
There’s too much stress,
You lay among the brokenLike a dry and wilting roseYou need someone to save youBut there's no one there who knowsYou put on a mask of happinesBut deep inside you acheYou're full of pain and suffering
Horror is an empty word
Loss, Bereavement
Terror, Desperation
Torment
all are such empty words
There are no words
not in English, Arabic
Greek, or German
to describe
Lira, Lira by the river
Does it yet reflect the sea?
Your ears can hear the softest whispers
Do they hear my quiet plea?
All I love is in the river
All you know is out at sea
Impossibly obsessed with the comfort of a bed, where you may find yourself melting into the hazardous heat of another being, where the truth remains underneath the bedside, while your blanket wraps around you with a misleading security.
Swirls of color, brighten golden like the sun;
your soft hearted loving looks,
accompanied by the touch of your hand;
smooth gently comforting strokes.
Lips tweak up to form a happy smile;
I feel so much
And reach to touch
But no one is there to feel the love .
My thoughts they race
And I must face
That no one is around me.
I wish to share
But no one is there
I look at you, and all I seeIs raw emotion, pure, unrefined.Tepid air dances in from outside, Deathly still yet comforting.Your blue-green eyes bind with mine in this dim light;
The outside world is exciting
Frightening even
The sky and sun seem so inviting
Birds chirp happily
When the darkness closes in
The stars become luminous
It is at these times I return
Poetry
My escape from the rest of the world,
the action that leads my imagination far and beyond,
my escape from the world, writing poetry,
when under stress, pressure, and just bad moments in life,
Poetry is an outlet.
An escape from reality.
Poetry is community.
A form of sharing emotional connection with others.
Poetry is life.
A seperate world inside you're mind.
To me poetry is the echoes of a dark cave.
You stand in the dark and tell it all your secrets
Some words double back
others come back distorted and unrecognizable
A few come back as music never to be forgotten
I’ve tasted the mother-load of honey, and now I see – that the vision you have of me, Is far different than the one I envisioned of me.
It is in that moment you know what you want
The moment you:
Flip a coin and hope it lands where you desire
Make a wish and blow out the candles on your cake
Those moments you don't realize what you want
“I know.”
I know and I’m still here
I know and I’m still looking you in the eyes
I know and it doesn’t matter
I know and you still look the same
I know and realize how strong you are
We gather.
We wait.
We silently anticipate.
The sun dips down,
The waves dance up.
The crashing touch
Of Mother Earth
And the King of the Sea
Produce a sight of beauty.
Late at night, my thoughts come to play
Dancing in my head, each leap of thought a new a brilliant point
Sometimes bright and full, sometimes melancholy
All creating a glorious web in my mind’s theater
Calluses riddle his palms that were tender once
Marks of the weary
Marks of the worried
Bags under his eyes darken already dark skin
Traces of the teary
Traces of the tired
I've been caught inside these rings.
They squeeze and squeeze
And I
unknowingly
don't feel a thing.
When sadness turns your day to night
And clouds hide all the stars from sight
Don’t lose hope in who you are
Here I am, your shooting star.
Those darn clouds are here to stay
And now your nights a rainy day
No one knows how I feel
No one knows what I want
They laugh and laugh
As if they don't care
When in her eyes and in her fractured voice,
The ache hurts even I, who knows no pain,
The tears in scarlet eyes, they have no choice
But now to fall and mar her face again.
A hand of tension
One finger down at a time
Three...Two...One
Eyes close
The wind blows
The rain falls
The house falls
The cradle tips
A tear drops
Our hearts break
As she rests her warm head on the reserved meadow I wait.
As she descends I look ahead, waiting for you,
Your imperfections, your craters that comfort me so tightly,
As she descends I wait.
My feelings fall beneath the clouds,
I see the sun shining through.
I pray I see the light come anew.
I whisper softly to the wind,
help be feel whole again,
this sickness came too fast
I love
burying myself under
the soft waves
and forming a new, blind world
under the wet, blue blankets
