comfort clothes like a cloak
huddling behind its warmth
i lose myself in its gaze
it binds though and lets me fail
it is too comfortable a place
to let me experiment
and take a chance on
everything i know
it allows me to remain ensconced and
unaware
to careful and without risk
no danger to my ego
its too mild a fire
it puts me to sleep
its like hot chocolate
the indulgence
is too heavy a price
to pay for
freedom
for knowledge
and for life.
Vijayalakshmi
They say that if you really want to live, the first step is to move out of your comfort zone. But that’s the thing. So many of us are just surviving. We’re not living. We do what we need to to get by. We don’t do anything more, anything less. And to me, that is sad. Because I don’t want to just float by in life. I want to change the world. I want to do so much with my life. I just don’t know how.
She turned in the arms wrapped around her waist. Covering, protecting, keeping her from the harsh realities of the world. Life felt sweeter when you fell in love.
amanda farrell
Damien glanced down at Nova, smiling as gently as she could while her expression remained dark and pensive. “There’s no need to worry, you know.”
“There’s every reason to worry.”
He put his hand on her arm, “No, not when we’re together.”
my bed. clouds. soft stuff. feeling. sleeping. comfortable. something i am not feeling right now. huge bed with huge fluffy pillows. nice. i need this. i dont know what to write. the feeling when you sit down in a nice soft armchair.
Raven
A mother’s hug can bring comfort like no other. It’s “everything’s going to be alright” in a hug.
I find it when I’m with you. You are my home. Never forget me please.. I can’t live without you, my love. Cole, I miss you so much. You have no idea… :/ Don’t forget me.
Jamie
eased relief
gunjan
“Are you comfortable now?” the man demanded, his face inches from mine, as he hit a button, and my whole body erupted in spasms.
I screamed. It seemed like the pain was unbearable. It seemed to last a lifetime, though it probably only lasted seconds.
The electricity coursing through my body stopped abruptly. For minutes I was breathing hard, the only thought going through my mind was how desperate my need to be get away from this man, to be safe from his torture, had become.
My eyes rested upon the only hope I had. My eyes rested upon the knife on the table.
Where do we find comfort. Everyone has their comfort’s, their little niche or escape that they return to over and over again. Some of them are unhealthy, some are simple, some are more complicated, but it is what makes us comfortable that we seem to pursue most in this world. It is the comforts of easy living that people spend so much of their hard earned money acquiring.
Her arms were warm and the fuzz off the jumper she wore scratched against my cheek. She smelt of perfume and cooking. I found myself thinking how no other comfort is quite like my mothers embrace.
Mom’s quilts. Even the sound they make as you drop them onto a carpeted floor is comforting. Stacked together, one on top of another, they make the perfect Princess and the Pea bed for Chuckie. Each one tells a story.
Becky
The comfort of my bed awaits me and I am still sitting here typing on this damn computer. I have a deadline and I am going to meat it if it kills. It just might. The bed will be there tomorrow night.
sheila Good
It only took one hand and Danielle felt the comfort of a hundred hands felt over the years by a mother and her child. She felt the tiny fingers wrap around her finger and felt in her heart a love like none she had ever experienced before…and didn’t know she could ever feel.
comfort is wat wer always after, every day we try n be comfortable.. but too much of it makes .. problems in life.. so u have to handle it properly.. feelng it with somebody.. comfort .. at ease with ur environment and with urself internally. thats wat wer after everyday
maria
I feel as if the pages of a book are the only protective armor I can find. These crinkled fibers are my wonderland. If only I could create my own for the world to share.
Nicole
I am glad that my mom’s comfort level improved today, following her recent hip surgery. She struggled with high fever and possible delaying of rehab. Tonight she informed me that she will be going to rehab in the morning. She was able to walk from her bed to her chair, where she sat comfortably during my visit.
The comfort of being in his arms, lulled her sleep. It was as if all the world was shut out as he embraced her tenderly. Whatever was out there she could conquer it as long as he were by her side.
It was just one of those snuggle-me-this-way-oh-God-I-love-you-let’s-never-be-apart relationships that was meant to burn out but never quite got there– and for that, I guess I’m glad. He was all mashed potatoes and cheese, ham and eggs, casserole with flakes and cornchips and rice and, uh, well, we get along fine.
My comfort is being in my husband’s arms while we watch tv, snuggled under a blanket on the couch. My comfort is playing with my cute fuzzy dog. My comfort is blogging, walking outside, watching animals, hiking, and just having fun!
Comfort should always be the principal aim of everything. Fashion. Design. Emotion. But my shoes today were the opposite of comfortable today. I had to use them without my orthopedic platforms because they were elevating me to the point int which they dug into my ankles. Unfortunately this caused my arches to suffer a collapse.
too close for it? i feel myself censoring stuff out as i’m writing here, since it’s public and all. maybe a “private” mode for this website would be good? although i guess this site isn’t meant as a personal diary. but i wish i could get all my thoughts out without knowing that the people i’m talking about could read what i’m writing if they wanted to. that would make me TRULY COMFORTABLE.
A word that will never happen to me, a word that i will never understand because I rarely have this. even if im around my friends and family. this word is asldkfjaskldfjaskldjf i dont get it why was this word ever made. this asdfklajsdfklasjdf this balbalbalba word is blabalba.
angel
comfort is what we all seek in our lives. whatever hardwork one does is to earn money and eventually derive comfort. comfort comes after basic necessities and cannot be
Teddybear
A warm fuzzy blanket on a chilly winter night. A salami and butter sandwich that reminds me of grandpa prus. A hug from some I love so much.
Teresa
Writing Is not My comfort Zone.
Comfort All people want.
Comfatable life is very difficult now days.
I am not here to Comfort you.
Randhir Singh
She was glad that he had left his sweatshirt. She could never wear it around him–she only liked to wear structured dresses and skirts and heels, or none of those at all, but she had never been the kind of girl that could look beautiful in a billowing sweatshirt. So she’s glad it was left behind. She could wear it now.
MS
When I think of comfort, I think of myself, curled up on a window ledge seat in the cold winter air. I think of myself with a book in hand, hair in a loose bun, a light sweater, and a nice cup of steaming hot chocolate by my side.
M
warm and fuzzy. soft light. sunlight. couches. beds, fluffy bedding. cuddle buddies. butterbeer. good books.
j
Comfort I wouldn’t want to make someone uncomfortable if that eve applies when they are around me I would like them to feel great when they are around me. I am at full comfort when I am sleeping on my bed through the whole night without having school the next day
MarIsa Bald
Comfort is what you feel good at ! Really ? Or its the level you are not good at !?? You define your boundaries and call it a limit for your comfort . Everything is just a w
ay out . Disrespect !!
Comfort. A warm bed. a warm hug, a friendly message. A good deed. Feeling at peace with yourself. Feeling at peace with others. Happiness. A lover. A friend. A feeling.
Comfort in knowing I won’t gain. Or in seeing my bones.
But I don’t have that comfort now. And I’m lost. I need that comfort to breathe and that scares me. In a very strange way. I guess, I don’t know what to do without it. Comfort means the world to me.
Bano
When someone hugs you on a bad day. It doesn’t matter what’s going on in your life but as long as there’s someone in that life that can make it all better.
That’s all that really matters. That is true comfort. That is true love.
Comfort; his arms. There’s never any place more comforting that i’ve experienced. He just surrounds me with this warmth and there is no place i’d rather be than in his arms in that moment. He’s my safety. He’s my home. Is there anything more comforting than that?
breathing you in
that is comfort
feeling your skin
you laying beside me
that is comfort
knowing you will be around
always there when i call
that is comfort
comfort clothes like a cloak
huddling behind its warmth
i lose myself in its gaze
it binds though and lets me fail
it is too comfortable a place
to let me experiment
and take a chance on
everything i know
it allows me to remain ensconced and
unaware
to careful and without risk
no danger to my ego
its too mild a fire
it puts me to sleep
its like hot chocolate
the indulgence
is too heavy a price
to pay for
freedom
for knowledge
and for life.
They say that if you really want to live, the first step is to move out of your comfort zone. But that’s the thing. So many of us are just surviving. We’re not living. We do what we need to to get by. We don’t do anything more, anything less. And to me, that is sad. Because I don’t want to just float by in life. I want to change the world. I want to do so much with my life. I just don’t know how.
She turned in the arms wrapped around her waist. Covering, protecting, keeping her from the harsh realities of the world. Life felt sweeter when you fell in love.
Damien glanced down at Nova, smiling as gently as she could while her expression remained dark and pensive. “There’s no need to worry, you know.”
“There’s every reason to worry.”
He put his hand on her arm, “No, not when we’re together.”
feeling good…….happy and mentally physically fit
my bed. clouds. soft stuff. feeling. sleeping. comfortable. something i am not feeling right now. huge bed with huge fluffy pillows. nice. i need this. i dont know what to write. the feeling when you sit down in a nice soft armchair.
A mother’s hug can bring comfort like no other. It’s “everything’s going to be alright” in a hug.
Someone who loves me holding me tight. Your face when I can see the feeling in your eyes. How I feel when I’m around you, like I’m worth something.
Oh, the comfort of revisiting old promises–nothing else comes close to how humble it makes us. Nothing comes close to what we truly are.
comfort is the ease, the feeling of being just yourself. easy to be. something you need to have in every aspect of life.
I find it when I’m with you. You are my home. Never forget me please.. I can’t live without you, my love. Cole, I miss you so much. You have no idea… :/ Don’t forget me.
eased relief
“Are you comfortable now?” the man demanded, his face inches from mine, as he hit a button, and my whole body erupted in spasms.
I screamed. It seemed like the pain was unbearable. It seemed to last a lifetime, though it probably only lasted seconds.
The electricity coursing through my body stopped abruptly. For minutes I was breathing hard, the only thought going through my mind was how desperate my need to be get away from this man, to be safe from his torture, had become.
My eyes rested upon the only hope I had. My eyes rested upon the knife on the table.
Where do we find comfort. Everyone has their comfort’s, their little niche or escape that they return to over and over again. Some of them are unhealthy, some are simple, some are more complicated, but it is what makes us comfortable that we seem to pursue most in this world. It is the comforts of easy living that people spend so much of their hard earned money acquiring.
Her arms were warm and the fuzz off the jumper she wore scratched against my cheek. She smelt of perfume and cooking. I found myself thinking how no other comfort is quite like my mothers embrace.
Mom’s quilts. Even the sound they make as you drop them onto a carpeted floor is comforting. Stacked together, one on top of another, they make the perfect Princess and the Pea bed for Chuckie. Each one tells a story.
The comfort of my bed awaits me and I am still sitting here typing on this damn computer. I have a deadline and I am going to meat it if it kills. It just might. The bed will be there tomorrow night.
It only took one hand and Danielle felt the comfort of a hundred hands felt over the years by a mother and her child. She felt the tiny fingers wrap around her finger and felt in her heart a love like none she had ever experienced before…and didn’t know she could ever feel.
comfort is wat wer always after, every day we try n be comfortable.. but too much of it makes .. problems in life.. so u have to handle it properly.. feelng it with somebody.. comfort .. at ease with ur environment and with urself internally. thats wat wer after everyday
I feel as if the pages of a book are the only protective armor I can find. These crinkled fibers are my wonderland. If only I could create my own for the world to share.
I am glad that my mom’s comfort level improved today, following her recent hip surgery. She struggled with high fever and possible delaying of rehab. Tonight she informed me that she will be going to rehab in the morning. She was able to walk from her bed to her chair, where she sat comfortably during my visit.
The comfort of being in his arms, lulled her sleep. It was as if all the world was shut out as he embraced her tenderly. Whatever was out there she could conquer it as long as he were by her side.
It was just one of those snuggle-me-this-way-oh-God-I-love-you-let’s-never-be-apart relationships that was meant to burn out but never quite got there– and for that, I guess I’m glad. He was all mashed potatoes and cheese, ham and eggs, casserole with flakes and cornchips and rice and, uh, well, we get along fine.
My comfort is being in my husband’s arms while we watch tv, snuggled under a blanket on the couch. My comfort is playing with my cute fuzzy dog. My comfort is blogging, walking outside, watching animals, hiking, and just having fun!
Comfort should always be the principal aim of everything. Fashion. Design. Emotion. But my shoes today were the opposite of comfortable today. I had to use them without my orthopedic platforms because they were elevating me to the point int which they dug into my ankles. Unfortunately this caused my arches to suffer a collapse.
too close for it? i feel myself censoring stuff out as i’m writing here, since it’s public and all. maybe a “private” mode for this website would be good? although i guess this site isn’t meant as a personal diary. but i wish i could get all my thoughts out without knowing that the people i’m talking about could read what i’m writing if they wanted to. that would make me TRULY COMFORTABLE.
A word that will never happen to me, a word that i will never understand because I rarely have this. even if im around my friends and family. this word is asldkfjaskldfjaskldjf i dont get it why was this word ever made. this asdfklajsdfklasjdf this balbalbalba word is blabalba.
comfort is what we all seek in our lives. whatever hardwork one does is to earn money and eventually derive comfort. comfort comes after basic necessities and cannot be
A warm fuzzy blanket on a chilly winter night. A salami and butter sandwich that reminds me of grandpa prus. A hug from some I love so much.
Writing Is not My comfort Zone.
Comfort All people want.
Comfatable life is very difficult now days.
I am not here to Comfort you.
She was glad that he had left his sweatshirt. She could never wear it around him–she only liked to wear structured dresses and skirts and heels, or none of those at all, but she had never been the kind of girl that could look beautiful in a billowing sweatshirt. So she’s glad it was left behind. She could wear it now.
When I think of comfort, I think of myself, curled up on a window ledge seat in the cold winter air. I think of myself with a book in hand, hair in a loose bun, a light sweater, and a nice cup of steaming hot chocolate by my side.
warm and fuzzy. soft light. sunlight. couches. beds, fluffy bedding. cuddle buddies. butterbeer. good books.
Comfort I wouldn’t want to make someone uncomfortable if that eve applies when they are around me I would like them to feel great when they are around me. I am at full comfort when I am sleeping on my bed through the whole night without having school the next day
Comfort is what you feel good at ! Really ? Or its the level you are not good at !?? You define your boundaries and call it a limit for your comfort . Everything is just a w
ay out . Disrespect !!
Comfort. A warm bed. a warm hug, a friendly message. A good deed. Feeling at peace with yourself. Feeling at peace with others. Happiness. A lover. A friend. A feeling.
Comfort in knowing I won’t gain. Or in seeing my bones.
But I don’t have that comfort now. And I’m lost. I need that comfort to breathe and that scares me. In a very strange way. I guess, I don’t know what to do without it. Comfort means the world to me.
When someone hugs you on a bad day. It doesn’t matter what’s going on in your life but as long as there’s someone in that life that can make it all better.
That’s all that really matters. That is true comfort. That is true love.
Comfort; his arms. There’s never any place more comforting that i’ve experienced. He just surrounds me with this warmth and there is no place i’d rather be than in his arms in that moment. He’s my safety. He’s my home. Is there anything more comforting than that?
breathing you in
that is comfort
feeling your skin
you laying beside me
that is comfort
knowing you will be around
always there when i call
that is comfort