Hallie Bear

Hallie Bear Jul 2012

I guess when you're a three to five year old
Smacking a soccer ball
Sweetly connecting it with your foot
Or folding an apple into your shirt at snack
Or playing tag with a blonde girl you've never met
Makes not speaking english
stop mattering.

I volunteer at a week long camp in North Cambridge called Soccer Nights. It's a free soccer camp for 6-12 year olds with a 3-5 play group on the side. It brings together tons of newly immigrated familys and is amazing at building relationships. This is a rather badly written poem but I would love if someone read this and took the time to look Soccer Nights up. It's a wonderful operation that doesn't happen often.

Hallie Bear Jul 2012

The Elderly Gospel

Wrinkles congregate
Notches house themselves
Where hands used to frequent
Service is in session
A lesson in getting it while you can.

Old ladies are the coolest

Hallie Bear Jul 2012

Sitting In The Park

She was as elegant as winds shadow.
In other words invisible
Her otter skin eyes pool in oak trees
Every ripple of leaves a whim.
A tear.
She cries the dripping watercolors of fall
Her boughs dances the florescence of spring
Busy sprinters lick over her presented nuances
Passed by every moment
No one notices the silent hover of self made lush
Anymore.

I'd love some harsh criticisms please :)

Hallie Bear Jul 2012

I Wasn't Yours. You Weren't Mine. And It Felt So Right. (Lust Lines)

Lust lines crease
Your serpentine eyes
Slits of desire
Smooth and quiet
Not quite
Brash and rough and wet and messy
Thrown together in a backseat
Lust lines crease
My face
From falling asleep on the
Seatbelt
Red and puckered
An echo of other images
Remnants of the meshing
Lust lines crease
Your tousled limbs
Form fitting cloth
Whoops. Not yours
Trade and cover the lust lines
Make up on both of us.

Hallie Bear Jul 2012

Youth is Never-ending When You Don't Care

I'm a rediculous miscreant
Wandering open walks

People ask what color my hair is
How should I know?
The things that concern them are trivial

I'm higher than that
In all senses of the word

Floating above the bobbing crowns
Of the general public

I'm a popped bubble gum
Sugar-sweet, a mouthful and childish

Burbling along
A nerve of bundles

The drowsy doe-eyes
Sprung
Eyelashes high-kick when I bounce by

Being a stupid teenage girl never felt so good.

Hallie Bear Jul 2012

Startle.

Look up
Swinging round
The nonhuman float
Of a selfless vessel
Open plane under-eye
Glossed silk in place of joints
Uniform joy
Packaged in tidy
Caught quick
One flirt with the bulb
Then impacted with crushing
Mutilating
Finality

Before we hit a deer. It was suspended in the headlights. To honor the life we took.

Hallie Bear Jul 2012

Getting to Heaven

Sliding my tongue
Through ivory gates of teeth
Snake it round yours
**** it from your mouth like an oyster
A delicacy far beyond most
The pulsing red webbed flower
Slippery and dripping
The most sensual of poisons
Making me reel with tingle
Wrapping my hand around you
Bathing in your arousal
The air turns to lemonade from the sweetness of your sweat
Lapping at the garden you offer
You are a cornucopia