the soft belly
behind the fortress
years of battles lost and won
weathered by sun
re-imagined by moon
the light inside left
unlit until
he needed she
she needed he
the mythology of love
alive and burning
constellations in fields
at our feet
Your forearms felt like a fortress surrounding my sanctuary. Protecting the inner vulnerability from cruelty. It was nurturing to be wrapped in in between your palms and body.
In the mermaids moon fortress she found something sparkly and shiny, it started to squeak like a lizard-ish animal, it was very sweet and she instantly just needed one to love, so she obsurved it as it did some very strange and obscure things as she observed before, and as she kept watching it injured itself but carried on playing like it was unaware, then eventually it’s hands fell off and it was dead, and she was upset as she felt like she had only just discovered this creature and wanted to keep it. She then woke up into many realms and she held on to this dream
My heart. Protected. Reinforced. I don’t let down my guard or gate for just anyone. But once you are inside these walls, you are protected forever. Until death do us part. I guarantee I’ll be the one still alive and smiling at your failure.
Curled in her blanket, a clutter of various things in every corner — on her bed, from up the ceiling down to the floor, this room was her retreat, her sanctuary, her fortress. But despite it being her garrison against the hostility of the outdoors, she still doesn’t feel safe inside here.
The walls were fortified with layered quilts, not quite thick enough to block the light. Her padded fortress has now absorbed all of the resources from the homestead, including but not limited to couch cushions and throw pillows.
She stacked the pillows as high as she could without them toppling over. She leaned back into his chest. “Now we’re safe.” He laughed. “No thunder’s getting in here now, is it?” She shook her head playful and said in a childish voice. “Nope!” He placed a hand on the side of her face.
There is this little problem. You can not find me. You know where I am but you will never break through the walls in my head. Also, I tied you to a chair and drugged you and left you in the woods. So, take that.
Laughter rose above the ancient fortress like doves taking flight and she smiled in bemusement, considering it’s violent history. With her hands splayed against the grainy stone, she leaned in and peeked through a worn hole for a different view. A warm low chuckle and a single blue eye staring back at her signaled she would have to guard her heart against the imminent attack of a potential new lover.
Here, huddled up in his sheets, books scattered around him on the bed, it’s like Steve is in his own, personal fortress. Here, he feels safe. But it’s a stupid thought – he’ll never be safe anywhere.
armes crossed, elbows locked, legs twised into indecipherability. lips sealed shut, the outisde world a suspicious multitude. barricaded against companionship. this seige will never end.
Her heart was a fortress, a battlement of cathedral spires, soaring spiked and indomitable into the violet skies of her life, spearing every rebel angel that dared approach.
Her fists were cornerstones. Her voice was a thousand calls to war, a thousand shouts of victory.
Soild, high, big and thick. Those were the words that came into mind whenever Barnaby thought of the word fortress. Ironically, those were also the words that he would use to describe his stepfather whose care and protection did not even vaguely resemble anything like a fortress.
It stood upon the precipice, casting a foreboding silhouette against the heavy silver sky. Its walls were hewn of the same rough granite as the cliff face, and yet its square battlements and sheer towers seemed as dissonant with the landscape as a tree cast from steel.
My heart is an animal, a bleeding heart machine of gears and artery wires that lead to you. My heart is a fortress, crumbling and shaking with age. My heart is two sheets of plain white cotton it’s wash day.
You’re heart is a fortress. Out-dated and expensive. I’m too in-my-thirties to want to conquer anything anymore. It’s your turn to make breakfast for once.
he was towering and cold–a testament to the fear he instilled in others. harsh. rough. gray.
she was small and young–a flower growing in the cracks between the stones. it was a wonder she could even be near him and not wilt, as everyone else had.
They constructed an adequate fortress with the trees surrounding the crash site. Locked away from land, this was the best shelter the couple could muster.
Her heart was a fortress.
Stone and steel
looming, impenetrable, guarded
And we, her small children
Could only wait outside
Hoping for a glimpse
For shelter, warmth, protection
Alas, denied
As a child, I built many a fortress out of sticks and treestumps in my backyard. They never lasted long, the elements always destroyed them, but for a short while I felt accomplished and I felt safe inside their twiggy arms.
The fortress slept. Men lined up behind battlements hoping for a quiet evening that would never come. To a man, they clutched spears, swords, and bows, waiting desperately for the order to charge, to fortify the battlements, something – anything to stave off the worry. But alas, the LEGO Stormtrooper army arrived at dawn, and by noon the courtyard was paved with little yellow heads.
Instead of improving the Law and order situation, the ruling elite have turned their homes into fortress. Instead of securing nation, they are more interested in securing their own lives.
Both Seamus and Rowan stayed in the Old Man’s Fortress just on the edge of the Wine Dark Continent. They did not speak to each other. They did not take note of one another’s presence. In fact, it was common knowledge that Rowan remained in the western wing of the fortress, while Seamus resided in the eastern wing. And both of them spent hours reading and writing.
The Old Man’s Fortress had belonged to a baron about seventy odd years back; no one remembered that, however, because the baron was a raging, inhospitable drunk who had squandered one small town’s fortune, causing it to become abandoned and for the noble himself to become nameless – ergo, it was a perfect residence for the isolated and poetic siblings.
We built his fortress in the forest right on the outside of town. Someplace where he could go to get away. To take his little girly friends to. A place that was his. Many would come, none would leave. Yeah, he had it all back in those days… How many of you could say that you were cool enough to have a sex fortress?
A TOWER A BIG TOWER USUALLY FOR A KING OR A EMPEROR OR MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMEMEMEMEMMEMMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEEMMEEMMEMEMEMEMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Her body was a fortress. There were high walls, strong concrete, crocodiles swimming in the moat. There were guards on duty night and day, there were spiked fences and wooden beams.
the soft belly
behind the fortress
years of battles lost and won
weathered by sun
re-imagined by moon
the light inside left
unlit until
he needed she
she needed he
the mythology of love
alive and burning
constellations in fields
at our feet
Your forearms felt like a fortress surrounding my sanctuary. Protecting the inner vulnerability from cruelty. It was nurturing to be wrapped in in between your palms and body.
In the mermaids moon fortress she found something sparkly and shiny, it started to squeak like a lizard-ish animal, it was very sweet and she instantly just needed one to love, so she obsurved it as it did some very strange and obscure things as she observed before, and as she kept watching it injured itself but carried on playing like it was unaware, then eventually it’s hands fell off and it was dead, and she was upset as she felt like she had only just discovered this creature and wanted to keep it. She then woke up into many realms and she held on to this dream
Love this site.
My heart. Protected. Reinforced. I don’t let down my guard or gate for just anyone. But once you are inside these walls, you are protected forever. Until death do us part. I guarantee I’ll be the one still alive and smiling at your failure.
Curled in her blanket, a clutter of various things in every corner — on her bed, from up the ceiling down to the floor, this room was her retreat, her sanctuary, her fortress. But despite it being her garrison against the hostility of the outdoors, she still doesn’t feel safe inside here.
The walls were fortified with layered quilts, not quite thick enough to block the light. Her padded fortress has now absorbed all of the resources from the homestead, including but not limited to couch cushions and throw pillows.
Our history has a lot of fortress. Think of this away a place like tower and very big . People live into this. İt has a lots of tree and forest
I love how there isn’t actually a time limit.
I’ve been sat here for 10 minutes…
similar towers. maybe is doing war
similar towers. fighting doing into
She stacked the pillows as high as she could without them toppling over. She leaned back into his chest. “Now we’re safe.” He laughed. “No thunder’s getting in here now, is it?” She shook her head playful and said in a childish voice. “Nope!” He placed a hand on the side of her face.
There is this little problem. You can not find me. You know where I am but you will never break through the walls in my head. Also, I tied you to a chair and drugged you and left you in the woods. So, take that.
the family ran to the fortress to be safe from the enemies attack
Laughter rose above the ancient fortress like doves taking flight and she smiled in bemusement, considering it’s violent history. With her hands splayed against the grainy stone, she leaned in and peeked through a worn hole for a different view. A warm low chuckle and a single blue eye staring back at her signaled she would have to guard her heart against the imminent attack of a potential new lover.
She was a fortress
who wouldn’t let down her bridge
for shining clamour
in my fortress there will always be a place.
a place for you and your colours.
sometimes in another different space
i will kiss you
A building to protect the people in the surrounding aria from attacks.
Here, huddled up in his sheets, books scattered around him on the bed, it’s like Steve is in his own, personal fortress. Here, he feels safe. But it’s a stupid thought – he’ll never be safe anywhere.
armes crossed, elbows locked, legs twised into indecipherability. lips sealed shut, the outisde world a suspicious multitude. barricaded against companionship. this seige will never end.
Her heart was a fortress, a battlement of cathedral spires, soaring spiked and indomitable into the violet skies of her life, spearing every rebel angel that dared approach.
Her fists were cornerstones. Her voice was a thousand calls to war, a thousand shouts of victory.
Soild, high, big and thick. Those were the words that came into mind whenever Barnaby thought of the word fortress. Ironically, those were also the words that he would use to describe his stepfather whose care and protection did not even vaguely resemble anything like a fortress.
It stood upon the precipice, casting a foreboding silhouette against the heavy silver sky. Its walls were hewn of the same rough granite as the cliff face, and yet its square battlements and sheer towers seemed as dissonant with the landscape as a tree cast from steel.
My heart is an animal, a bleeding heart machine of gears and artery wires that lead to you. My heart is a fortress, crumbling and shaking with age. My heart is two sheets of plain white cotton it’s wash day.
You’re heart is a fortress. Out-dated and expensive. I’m too in-my-thirties to want to conquer anything anymore. It’s your turn to make breakfast for once.
he was towering and cold–a testament to the fear he instilled in others. harsh. rough. gray.
she was small and young–a flower growing in the cracks between the stones. it was a wonder she could even be near him and not wilt, as everyone else had.
They constructed an adequate fortress with the trees surrounding the crash site. Locked away from land, this was the best shelter the couple could muster.
Her heart was a fortress.
Stone and steel
looming, impenetrable, guarded
And we, her small children
Could only wait outside
Hoping for a glimpse
For shelter, warmth, protection
Alas, denied
As a child, I built many a fortress out of sticks and treestumps in my backyard. They never lasted long, the elements always destroyed them, but for a short while I felt accomplished and I felt safe inside their twiggy arms.
The fortress slept. Men lined up behind battlements hoping for a quiet evening that would never come. To a man, they clutched spears, swords, and bows, waiting desperately for the order to charge, to fortify the battlements, something – anything to stave off the worry. But alas, the LEGO Stormtrooper army arrived at dawn, and by noon the courtyard was paved with little yellow heads.
1fortress=fortified organization realizing totals receiving enough sterilized synergy
I know I put that fortress there for a reason!
that was ME
a thng that protects a barakade that is used to give protection to soldiers usuly.
Instead of improving the Law and order situation, the ruling elite have turned their homes into fortress. Instead of securing nation, they are more interested in securing their own lives.
Both Seamus and Rowan stayed in the Old Man’s Fortress just on the edge of the Wine Dark Continent. They did not speak to each other. They did not take note of one another’s presence. In fact, it was common knowledge that Rowan remained in the western wing of the fortress, while Seamus resided in the eastern wing. And both of them spent hours reading and writing.
The Old Man’s Fortress had belonged to a baron about seventy odd years back; no one remembered that, however, because the baron was a raging, inhospitable drunk who had squandered one small town’s fortune, causing it to become abandoned and for the noble himself to become nameless – ergo, it was a perfect residence for the isolated and poetic siblings.
We built his fortress in the forest right on the outside of town. Someplace where he could go to get away. To take his little girly friends to. A place that was his. Many would come, none would leave. Yeah, he had it all back in those days… How many of you could say that you were cool enough to have a sex fortress?
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A TOWER A BIG TOWER USUALLY FOR A KING OR A EMPEROR OR MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMEMEMEMEMMEMMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEEMMEEMMEMEMEMEMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Her body was a fortress. There were high walls, strong concrete, crocodiles swimming in the moat. There were guards on duty night and day, there were spiked fences and wooden beams.