I felt safe, secure. Strapped in by metal bars, padded with rubber. He touched my hand, but I couldn’t look at him. Instead, I smiled, and watched the sky roll as we tipped over the edge.
Secure is a Beethoven sonata on a rainy morning, 68 degrees outside, lilac trees in full bloom. Secure is the quiet contentment found in a cup of hot GunPowder tea.
I do not feel secure. My anxiety is overwhelming today and is expected to be overwhelming all week. My security goes down the drain when my anxiety rises.
it’s safe.
it’s knowing there are no threats.
it’s being in the arms of a loved one.
and knowing it’ll all be okay.
it’s saving for the future.
even if there is no future.
and it’s making sure it sticks.
regardless of who pulls on the rope.
I am secure in knowing that I know shit. I like knowing things. It makes me feel safe, which is what being secure is all about. Being safe and feeling safe — I like that. The doors locked, the locks checked. Not reading Dean Koontz after dark.
i feel so warm in your arms, ending in velvet fingers that caress my face with soft wishes of future forvers. i cannot be insecure when your lips touch mine, because then i am protected by a bubbly shield of fireworks that can’t sparkle like your eyes, because nothing can.
The time when the sun falls out of the sky is the least secure time there is. That is when everything falls apart and nothing can be worse. So when people say,”is that a safe and secure decision?” You can reply, “no, but at least the sun isn’t falling from the sky.”
i turned the key in the lock and whispered a quick prayer. turning around, i sprinted from the house and started making my way towards the parking lot at the far end of visitor’s center.
i feel secure when i am in your arms. you secure my thoughts and make me feel safJene. my love is secure in your heart because i trust you and i love you. you are my security,
Secure means feeling safe, means not feeling afraid. I don’t think I’ve ever felt truly secure, ever existed without a whisper of fear or insecurity. Surely that’s what it is to be human – to be uncertain? I don’t think I’ll ever be truly secure.
In his arms I felt secure. Warm and safe, as if they built a home around me, as if they became their own world that I could disappear within. A world of warmth and softness and comfort and his scent. But now his arms aren’t mine to lie in, and I don’t feel secure any more.
All it took was a good shove, and the gate that was normally secured by the metal latch broke free. It swung open with a loud creak, and hung open in a sad way. There I stood at the opening, not daring to step out into this strange world. I had never ventured beyond this wall of chipped white paint and splintered wood, and the fear of the unknown froze me in my tracks.
I was in a place I knew. But not exactly.
I thought of what I had been through.
But- I couldn’t.
I couldn’t remember anything.
What was my name?
Favorite color?
i wrap myself up in this balnket of truth this blanket of secureness out there in that worl full of hate in crime i feel lost but in my locked doors under this blanket of truth i feel safe always form this hate in the word
I feel secure when I am at home because I can close the door and lock it and feel safe. It is a nice warm feeling and much better than being nervous about intruders all the time. Bars are good too.
It looked safe enough, she supposed. There were no men with guns or shards of glass or hungry lions waiting to leap at her. But for all intents and purposes, that roller rinks might as well have been a pit of venomeous snakes.
secure. sea cure. cure the sea. BP needs to get their act together. I feel as if the epidemic of dying sea creatures is just God’s way of telling us to watch out!
“Secure me to your belt,” said the teddy bear. “That way I won’t fall off the cliff. I’m afraid of deep water and drowning, but my friend is down there and I must save her.”
I feel safe and secure in your arms. I know that you’re there for me. The problem is, when you’re gone, I’m like a junkie searching for a fix – and I will take it whenever or wherever I find it. Save me, please, from myself.
The connection wasn’t secure enough. She had to think fast. If someone were to find out what she was up to, it would be the end of her. If they tracked her down, jail would not be waiting.
A sudden rush of calm came over him, feeling absolutely secure now where he was in his life. He had never felt that way before. Normally, he felt tense inside, not calm and secured. But this time, this time he felt good and he couldn’t quite explain why. Maybe he had just reached the most important chapter of his life.
we always want security irrespective because that makes us feel safe and a reason to live in this world, a feeling that makes us wantt to live more and more till our last secure breathe on this Earth.
“Secure the main line,” the skipper yelled to Joanna. “This storm is coming on quick.” “Oh crap,” she thought as she scrambled to the rigging along the slick deck. “All I wanted was to sail in Martha’s Vinyard for a week. I didn’t sign up for this.” The skyscraper of a wave bore down on them with the speed and ferocity of full tsunami.
there’s nothing true about the fact that we know what will happen. We only go on, hoping we know what is next, but life always returns us with what we tried to get rid of.
I feel secure in his arms. I know that I am safe and loved. How can one person make another feel so? I don’t care…. I accept. I love and am loved. I feel safe.
Playing, living in masquerade
Secure, hidden beneath my mask
My face, a living mask
There are few I can drop this mask around
He is one of them, as I melt into his arms
Feeling safe, loved, for once
As opposed to at home
Ironic, isn’t it?
For the very definition of a home is not only a
Place where one resides, but a refuge, safekeep
Secure fortress, where one is at ease
I banish such thoughts from my mind
Laughing, dismissing such thoughts, they say that I am
Sad, withdrawn, unduly quiet
I explain my face because of such thoughts away
Attributing it to other causes, not lying
But remaining equivocally evasive
Settling into those arms again, which wrap me
With love, comfort and leave me feeling
Secure
I felt safe, secure. Strapped in by metal bars, padded with rubber. He touched my hand, but I couldn’t look at him. Instead, I smiled, and watched the sky roll as we tipped over the edge.
Secure is a Beethoven sonata on a rainy morning, 68 degrees outside, lilac trees in full bloom. Secure is the quiet contentment found in a cup of hot GunPowder tea.
I do not feel secure. My anxiety is overwhelming today and is expected to be overwhelming all week. My security goes down the drain when my anxiety rises.
I wasn’t so sure
if you were still secure.
it’s safe.
it’s knowing there are no threats.
it’s being in the arms of a loved one.
and knowing it’ll all be okay.
it’s saving for the future.
even if there is no future.
and it’s making sure it sticks.
regardless of who pulls on the rope.
I am secure in knowing that I know shit. I like knowing things. It makes me feel safe, which is what being secure is all about. Being safe and feeling safe — I like that. The doors locked, the locks checked. Not reading Dean Koontz after dark.
i feel so warm in your arms, ending in velvet fingers that caress my face with soft wishes of future forvers. i cannot be insecure when your lips touch mine, because then i am protected by a bubbly shield of fireworks that can’t sparkle like your eyes, because nothing can.
The time when the sun falls out of the sky is the least secure time there is. That is when everything falls apart and nothing can be worse. So when people say,”is that a safe and secure decision?” You can reply, “no, but at least the sun isn’t falling from the sky.”
i turned the key in the lock and whispered a quick prayer. turning around, i sprinted from the house and started making my way towards the parking lot at the far end of visitor’s center.
i feel secure when i am in your arms. you secure my thoughts and make me feel safJene. my love is secure in your heart because i trust you and i love you. you are my security,
If I can choose only one state to exist in it would be “secure”.
Secure means feeling safe, means not feeling afraid. I don’t think I’ve ever felt truly secure, ever existed without a whisper of fear or insecurity. Surely that’s what it is to be human – to be uncertain? I don’t think I’ll ever be truly secure.
Narcissistic people are too secure. Self esteem is an unnecessary tool in the realm of success.
In his arms I felt secure. Warm and safe, as if they built a home around me, as if they became their own world that I could disappear within. A world of warmth and softness and comfort and his scent. But now his arms aren’t mine to lie in, and I don’t feel secure any more.
All it took was a good shove, and the gate that was normally secured by the metal latch broke free. It swung open with a loud creak, and hung open in a sad way. There I stood at the opening, not daring to step out into this strange world. I had never ventured beyond this wall of chipped white paint and splintered wood, and the fear of the unknown froze me in my tracks.
I was in a place I knew. But not exactly.
I thought of what I had been through.
But- I couldn’t.
I couldn’t remember anything.
What was my name?
Favorite color?
i wrap myself up in this balnket of truth this blanket of secureness out there in that worl full of hate in crime i feel lost but in my locked doors under this blanket of truth i feel safe always form this hate in the word
You make me feel safe in your arms tonight. Where did you get your sparkling armor? Let us go from this place, so that I might feel secure.
I feel secure when I am at home because I can close the door and lock it and feel safe. It is a nice warm feeling and much better than being nervous about intruders all the time. Bars are good too.
It looked safe enough, she supposed. There were no men with guns or shards of glass or hungry lions waiting to leap at her. But for all intents and purposes, that roller rinks might as well have been a pit of venomeous snakes.
secure. sea cure. cure the sea. BP needs to get their act together. I feel as if the epidemic of dying sea creatures is just God’s way of telling us to watch out!
I felt secure in his arms. They were strong, but not too constricting, and powerful – but not overbearing. I felt safe with him.
how i feel about my life and relationship now. also, knowing that my inner being loves me and all is well.
If only I felt secure in this police state the Toahies wouldn’t seem so scary
“Secure me to your belt,” said the teddy bear. “That way I won’t fall off the cliff. I’m afraid of deep water and drowning, but my friend is down there and I must save her.”
I feel safe and secure in your arms. I know that you’re there for me. The problem is, when you’re gone, I’m like a junkie searching for a fix – and I will take it whenever or wherever I find it. Save me, please, from myself.
The connection wasn’t secure enough. She had to think fast. If someone were to find out what she was up to, it would be the end of her. If they tracked her down, jail would not be waiting.
I wish I had a man in my life who would make me feel secure with his friendship, and love.
I plopped into this world and landed in arms that I thought were secure. As the years passed, I realzed I had to make my own security.
A sudden rush of calm came over him, feeling absolutely secure now where he was in his life. He had never felt that way before. Normally, he felt tense inside, not calm and secured. But this time, this time he felt good and he couldn’t quite explain why. Maybe he had just reached the most important chapter of his life.
It’s all about what you have and how happy you are with it.
is what the world is not. and especially not me.
we always want security irrespective because that makes us feel safe and a reason to live in this world, a feeling that makes us wantt to live more and more till our last secure breathe on this Earth.
“Secure the main line,” the skipper yelled to Joanna. “This storm is coming on quick.” “Oh crap,” she thought as she scrambled to the rigging along the slick deck. “All I wanted was to sail in Martha’s Vinyard for a week. I didn’t sign up for this.” The skyscraper of a wave bore down on them with the speed and ferocity of full tsunami.
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there’s nothing true about the fact that we know what will happen. We only go on, hoping we know what is next, but life always returns us with what we tried to get rid of.
I feel secure in his arms. I know that I am safe and loved. How can one person make another feel so? I don’t care…. I accept. I love and am loved. I feel safe.
being tight and feeling like nothing can ever go wrong. feeling safe
being tight and safe and nothing can go wrong
Playing, living in masquerade
Secure, hidden beneath my mask
My face, a living mask
There are few I can drop this mask around
He is one of them, as I melt into his arms
Feeling safe, loved, for once
As opposed to at home
Ironic, isn’t it?
For the very definition of a home is not only a
Place where one resides, but a refuge, safekeep
Secure fortress, where one is at ease
I banish such thoughts from my mind
Laughing, dismissing such thoughts, they say that I am
Sad, withdrawn, unduly quiet
I explain my face because of such thoughts away
Attributing it to other causes, not lying
But remaining equivocally evasive
Settling into those arms again, which wrap me
With love, comfort and leave me feeling
Secure