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leave the windows open all day; let the house forget the feeling of dust and fingernails. make the doors wing open with haste; feel the souls of children bleeding out with the urge
Home is the smell of a linen closet, with its never ending array of canvased colors consisting of extra bedding for the unexpected sleepovers. Home is the bruised hardwood floors
Why does the wind feel so cold? I recently left the window open... Is that why? or is it my heart? so cold and sad... I miss the warmth, I used to get When the window was closed.
Buildings of blue Reflecting the sunlight, Like brothers and sisters Competing in height. Indian, Chinese, Mediterranean, A variety of cuisines. The CN Tower and Rogers Centre stadium.
Silent alleyways, bright window shops Warm riveting smells in these compressed bricks are as familiar as a common cold These streets hold an evening story so predictable, simple
My favorite color is the fiery center of a stove once it ignites, bringing a sense of familiarity of my grandma's cooking. The sound of the heat touching the bottom of the pan, slowly boiling the ingredients together.
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.
It is in these actions when my mind makes me realize maybe a place called heaven can exist Lips breathe the breath of life save me from drowning in an abyss
I balanced my back Flat. In looong grass. Felt the tickle of butterflies landing on my tummy And with the dandelions that sway in the field
Emanating from deep within its coils is warmth The red hot comfort like an indoor campfire As it hugs and envelops me until I no longer remember the suffering
Good morning Light in the sky Come to wake My sleeping eyes How are you This day bright Never did I Know such might
We are warm-blooded
As the goosebumps carress my skin so strong, You stole my breath away; you king of thieves. The dulcet croon of love; you lure me with song.
I've outgrown my church shoes And all my pencils are dull The world stops spinning when we are alone. Away from work, away from home.
Vaguely I remember Those cold dark nights When I was in your arms You, heating me up With your warm love Whenever you left my skin I'd start to freeze up again
The little candle burns its wick,With fiery whisper drops a drip,A passion only seen from near,A slowly shrinking, darting tip.
A golden glow falls down from sky, And on my face and hands does lie, It warms my skin, but also soul, And heals my broken heart to whole.
i can't explain the feeling i get when you kiss my forehead or my nose. it's like everything else in the world, all the evil and all my worries just disappears.
I have made you a scarf,
That soft, kind emotion is what I long for. That thing that is so precious not everyone can have. I yearn for that feeling one day, I desire that feeling. That feeling I know is warm and gentle.
the grass flowed with the breeze rubbing off green on my scraped knees the scratches itched and burned but so did the sun I later learned
I was not the only flame beating I had another which gave me warmth We grew from each other yet became distant I grew faint and dim, I couldn't keep living like this The other vanished frommy life and I felt cold
A gust of wind. I am dislodged from my cradle. My blanket is ripped away. My family shrinks in the distance. I crash to the ground. The light blinks out as I am covered in a new blanket. I am cold.
I can feel my eyes soften at the thought of youmy heart, turned moltenwarmth, liquid gold through & throughrunning through my veins
It's easy to get wrapped up in the fog in your head, In the stress looming, threatening to overtake you like sharp-toothed shadows It's important... It's important to exhale To inhale
"Don't you dare forget the sun, love" That's what the song said. Then the question remains of why? Why do those words mean so much to me? Why do they haunt my mind? The answer is the sunshine.
Spreading in the air Like a toxic drug Dripping with intensity Soaking in the tub Lathered with bubbles Popping one by one Drifting softly in the air Wandering without a care
she looks At him the Cringe The electricity the fire warmth surrounding she Looks away connection Lost
Heart with Feeling What is warmth without any feeling?What is emotion without any love?That tenderness made my heart goes tingling,and that love made me goes smiling.
The little things You do for me Go a very long way The soft silent simple things When everything feels grey
I crave touch The warm presence of a hand on my backFeeling light love with strong ropes that will never snap A tight hug every now and thenHelps me remember that I belong with them
The warmth you engulf me in. The floral scents as they fill the air. Boiling in the that pot made of tin with your rising steam, such beauty and fair. The heart rises up.
I enjoy this site. It's a new means of self-expression that I enjoy. Being able to write out what troubles me or stays on my mind for too long has been a great aid to me. It gives me hope for a clearer mind.
"It brings me joy to see the sun rise As it warms over the world It touches my heart to see a stranger Bring a stray in from the cold Because small acts of kindness Will be big someday
Tingles, and feels It's the only thing that crosses my mind My lip touch the cold glass bottle liquid oozing As I take another drink of anything that warms me for the hour
as the stars shine out my window i can only think of the glimmer in his eyes when we kissed for the first time, before they became dry and as the cold wind freezes me to the bones gives me chills to the bones
I am over-weight and thats bad, right?
You are an ocean of mystery: inexplainable, inexplicit, infinite I read somewhere that 95% of the ocean is unexplored
fragile, chipped, stained, a seat beside your window pane, as you sigh, as you smile, invite me to stay for a while longer, for which i never deny, i relish in the sounds of your goodbyes,
Calm. Dangling of my fingers over the edge of a boat, gently caressing in and out of the still water. Blue. Grey pale mountain peaks, hazy off in the distance. Warm.
Floral prints and straw hats Sips of lemonade and a gentle scent of daisies Mix nicely with the cool spring breeze It has just rained So grass sticks to the bottom of our feet
There's just something about kissing in the cold At night, of course. This would never get old. Like when you're outside saying goodbye, And he pulls you in close so your bodies collide.
It seems to me, I long forgot how the warmth felt like How beautiful flowers bloom or how wild trees blush Forgetting how beautiful the birds sing into the breezing sky on a summer day, don't you wish it was just today?
The kids on the street Have something to eat With a warm fluffy bed To cradle their head. A nice little home With no reason to moan And a doll in her hand That she calls Little Joan.
Love is not saying three words for reassurance nor is it insecurity.
Have you ever fallen in love with a simple routine? Waking up to the warm glow of the sun, Slipping out of bed with a whisper and a yawn, Feet touching the lovely cool floor. It’s such a simple act,
Her beauty is snow storms, tucked away, Tiny freezing snowflakes bottled in my fingers. It comforts me, and breaks my fall, And its sparks set my heart alight. This girl is unique in perfection,
im fighting hard to stay awake but all i can think about is the warmth underneeth these sheets lying hearts width apart
Lift that veil and kiss the facing lie, A single drop of hope will leave your eye, For your dreams all is lost, Let your heart be caught in frost.
Love comes and goes Just like the sea shore going back and forth. It fills our heart up with joy then it tries to kills us, Just like the cold kills the trees. Yet we find love everywhere, look around.
What do you call it The obscure thing that wakes you up That gets you to roll out of bed
The soft touch of warm skin Tenderness and comfortable smiles Hand-in-hand with him Living in the moment Feeling of infinite and endless happiness Cuddling and forgetting the world
Out of place, he sits there. As though ignorant Of judgment and pity. Dirt in the creases of his coat, the pleats of his scarf, the wrinkles of his face Disappearing into his aged beard.
For warmth once more Swim to the core For heart and soul Sit under Siberian Ice
Starting from middle school, With petty journal entries Just to keep some days in my memories. I filled a journal with a key, bent. The book didn't fill my hearts content.
I use to sit alone in my dark room surrounded by clouds of dark thoughts My life was so cold back then and I kept thinking I couldn't last too much further on
Tulips grown in sun Often picked by younger ones, Left to spurt again.
When my expressions escaped me, words flowed out of my hands When darkness covered me, sweet rhythms were my light When water was drowning me, Thanks came in few but meaningful words
In the summer we let our feet run black with dirt and pavement. Our heels pounded the sidewalks, our skin slapped the streets; each bound stung a little more than the one before.
The joy in her smile brings warmth to my heart. A pleasure I had forgotten renewed. I only wish she could understand me for being me but it's not that simple. The dimples dare me to dive in but it is only for the road of the warrior.
Eyes in a haze Rotund stomachs, child’s play Smooth lawn, shaded concrete- taut, cool Here I man my wagon Tears erupt to greet the wind Hairs along my cheek Tongue on the edge of wet lips
I love the summer The way the sun kisses everything in its path drowning it in a glow as if it were lit up on a stage awaiting for anxious eyes to watch their performance. The air
I'd give a day to hear the sweet warm voices that speak to me To soothe my sorrows and fulfill my dreams for eternity I rue the day they stop speaking to me For I need them to fulfill my destiny
The calm of the arm used as pillow to escape harm, when the charm, is flustered and the luster of the week can't be mustered so we sound the alarm, she's there.
As the days go by, Since you left. All I have done is nothing to delay, Everything seems to just walk away. Even in the coldest hour or season, I hear you call out to me.
Wake up to the smell of fresh cut grass. Close your eyes and soak in the sun through your window. Savor each moment, not wanting time to pass. Thinking how warm you are, listening to your neighbor mow.
Laying here, delighting in the warmth of the sun You made Receiving Your tender kisses as the rays hug the backs of my legs These sticks that I walk on These soles that give me balance