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The tourniquet
That staunches the onslaught
Of thoughts is precarious;
Sometimes running it's course
And becoming so soiled
That things leak through the cracks.
Those days are difficult
Two hands and a will of steel
Mean nothing...
He slips out and around my fingers
Staining everything with bright
Poignant memories of another time.
My hands, on occasion, are enough
And I'm all I need
Holding the edges tight
Teeth gritted, waiting for the sides to knit
Into something strong and new.
When the tourniquet is fresh though
I remember why I need it so much
Remember the softness of cloth again my
Bruised flesh and sign in the heady relief
He offers.
I don'twantdon'tneed everything hiding behind this flesh
Seeping out constantly
I'm not scared,
I wont fall in love again.
I'm scared I will never fall in love like
that
again.
i've had writers block and much more go on, but i hope everyone had a lovely holidays and has a lovely new year, you're awesome for reading this by the way... :)
 Jan 2016 Bear Feelings
Bunhead17
Hey Shout out to
Wolf Spirt ''The lovable wolf'',
Elsa Angelica ''My bestie"
and Mr. Zeal ''My play brother''

..........They are the Greatest people I ever meet. :D
They always give me the best advice.
Honestly I can't even describe them in words.
I'm glad to have meet all of you guys
& i'm glad to have you all in my life.
I wouldn't know what to do without either one you now.
I love you guys so much :D
Thank you for being there for me and being my friends
sorry, Elsa I haven't thought of a better nickname for you. lol :D
I met an old man on a journey one day. I asked him where he was going and he asked me where I had been. I said that I came from my home and now business called me away, he said that he was heading home to stay. He asked where my home was, and I told him my tale. I spoke of a quiet little cottage clustered quietly by a meadow. I spoke of a loving wife and the child I had left behind. He then told me his home was similar to mine. He said he too lived in a cottage, though it was not really a home. He said it sat beside a meadow for many years you know. He said there he would take his rest, but little joy could be found. He said his wife had passed away and his child had long since left. Now he sits alone in his chair, silently waiting on his death. What a sad tale I thought, that the old man should tell. I asked how he came to be in such a state, if he didn't care for me to pry. He looked over at me and I saw something familiar in his eyes. He simply said that he spent a lot of time on the road, often gone for days. That was all he said as we parted our ways. I then looked back to see where he had gone, but all I saw were rustling leaves where I thought the old man had been. I then stopped to pause and think did this really happen, or was it a dream of what could be or might have already been?
 Dec 2015 Bear Feelings
L
12/31
 Dec 2015 Bear Feelings
L
"Think about me every now and then,
old friend."
John Lennon's last words to
Paul McCartney

Happy New Year, everyone.
Here's to a good goodbye.

**
Leigh
 Dec 2015 Bear Feelings
Rory
My thoughts are poisoning me and you're the only antidote
 Dec 2015 Bear Feelings
Graff1980
Grey waters wear
Sun strained ripples
With one hippo head
Less than halfway
Out to a greet the new day
Till the purple sunset
Suffering from a slight
Foggy haze
Loses the day and sets
Far far away
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