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Little Bear Aug 2016
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"Don't love with all
of your heart
love
with all of your soul" he said

i already know
i could do
nothing less
>
Little Bear Aug 2016
>
i always wondered
why i am here
and now
i am certain
i am here
because
you are

you see
the universe
created in all it's chaos
opened up
a moment
in time
where we could
both
be
found

now isn't that
something
:)
Little Bear Mar 2020
:)
i don't think he knows
how much
he fills my
heart;

how
his movements
have made themselves
at home

he makes me want
to push back
the furniture

just so
i can watch
him dance
?
Little Bear Apr 2017
?
what if
we just love
instead
..
Little Bear May 2016
..
You inspire me to be me
You make me believe i am brave
You have shown me that courage
comes from within
You may not change the whole world
but You have blessed mine
i have never seen nor felt
such undeserved kindness
You are one of the few
i am indeed a simple soul
But i know what chosen looks like
i have met your kind before
...
Little Bear Jul 2016
...
love
fine line
crazy
Little Bear Mar 2016
you make me laugh
and I smile at your words
my heart is lifted
and my soul is fed

your words flow
intravenously
into my blood
like I need you to survive
to keep me alive

pictures painted
with consonants and vowels
a string of words
that bind my wrists
my heart

and I am there with you
for every step you take
my feet
my heart
will follow you
where ever you lead

you make me cry
tears of anger and loss
tears shed at your plight
I hoped and prayed
that this time
when I read your story again
that this time
maybe you wouldn't die.
I love reading, I re-read a book recently that made me cry...
I was at work and someone said "oh you are crying.. why, what happened?" and I said "I knew the character died, but... I hoped this time he wouldn't.."
Yeah.. a bit silly :o)
Little Bear Apr 2016
they were my works of art
and you gave them away
you imagined them for me
but you gave them to mere passersby

you painted a world of
watercolour dreams
oils of glorious skies
nights drew in with charcoals

drawing abstract stars
and graffiti moons
that shone over our love of love
our waterfall of wondrous things

but now the paint has dried
it cracks and you give slithers of it
to every passing fancy that looks your way
to muses with Mona Lisa smiles

my works are gone
given out as sweet treats
honey for the flies
catching the artists eye

and I fade to black
charcoal underlines my eyes
and not even my abstract stars shine
***
Little Bear Dec 2016
***
funerals are for the living
sanity for the insane
love is for the broken hearted
and forgiveness
for those without blame
***
Little Bear Oct 2018
***
I don't think he knows
how much
he fills my
heart;
how
his movements
have made themselves
at home inside..
he makes me want
to push back
the furniture
just so
I can watch
him dance
Re-post :D
Little Bear Sep 2016
When i am dead
I want you to
remember
that i loved
you
from deep within
my bones
but

when they scatter
my ashes
You will see
What it meant
for my bones
to be loved
by you  


only
then
will you see
how
Feeling your love
made me fly


That your love
always made me
Fly
without fear
of ever having
to land
Little Bear Aug 2016
if you kissed me
you would taste the
i love you
on the tip of my tongue
sumfin soppy *sigh* such a ****
Little Bear Aug 2016
it's very simple really
if you fill your life
with love
and shake it gently

it then allows the
peace
to settle
Little Bear Aug 2016
after all these years
i have found
love
hiding quietly
between
i and you
Little Bear Aug 2016
if only we would love  
with our eyes
closed
and our hearts
open

we would not see
the outer shell

we would simply
fall in love with
the soul
the spirit
the heart
before us

for the rest
eventually falls away
Thank you all so so very much for all of the wonderful comments and kind words. I am so very grateful. I woke this morning to so many emails.. i actually thought my Mum had finally managed to use the email account i had set up for her and had sent me some messages :o)
but no .. haha bless her heart.. :o)

So.... again.. thank you thank you all forever, for all the hearts and all the love..
i feel it ***
Little Bear Dec 2022
seasons turn
and nights behold
darkness covers
stars unfold

frosts eiderdown
so bitter spread
as winter lays
in autumns bed

shadows grow
the wheel does turn
pray lengthen days
and warmth return

hearts rejoice
as wishes fall
the old year past
hopes blessings all
Little Bear Aug 2016
i wish i could bundle up
all of my happy
and all of my wishes

every single
tiny little
smile i ever had

tie it up with hugs
wrap it up in kisses
and send it to you

to make you feel
not sad
i don't think it's meant to rhyme.. but it did.. just a little bit :o)
Little Bear Oct 2020
you only loved her
because she felt
like sunshine
Little Bear Nov 2016
i'm not even
sure
i know
how to love;
not anymore

i think..
all that i had
you took
with you

and now..
now there's
nothing..
nothing but
a you
shaped hole

where there
was once
sunshine
Little Bear Mar 2020
writers
are powerful creatures

they can make you believe
using in your own imagination
that they
can warp and then stop time,
they can make you old
young
and die

they can construct dreams
made of ink
that terrify,

dreams that span eons of time
keeping you
wide awake
never sleeping
for
one
second

they can summon dragons
and storms
create armies
and legions
build castles
and empires

they can burn
your village
to the ground

and everything
you hold dear...

will be dust

🍃

they can make you fearless
Victorious!
Triumphant!!
Leaders of men..
Warriors in battle...

Gods on High



mad

...



they can make you fly
make you crawl
beg for mercy

wish for death

and then...

when you thought
they had done
all that they could

vicariously
they live
their darkest fears
through
you

by making you


love

Little Bear Aug 2016
i have never met anyone like him before
he burns like the sun
but the moon illuminates
with his light
he is a drowning ocean
giving the shore it's bounty
he rains chaos
and yet
the flowers grow
he is the kind of heaven
that i would not
mind dying for
Little Bear Sep 2016
he had a certain kind
of glow
to his love

it shone out of him
like rays
of
sunlight
warming the skin

as it saturated
him;
his gentle spirit
spilled
like
drops
of
sunshine
upon our faces

his eyes
held
daylight
so beautifully

he could
light up the
whole sky
Little Bear Aug 2016
she was made of glass
and dandelions
pressed flowers
and sunlight
hair
soft as gossamer
and eyes
the morning dew
her mind
full of daydreams
wishes
hopes
and love
as she danced with air
stepping barefoot
through her solitude
wishing her bones
were not so fragile
and that her heart
would not beat
breaking spun sugar ribs
not made for this world
never to belong
her tissue skin tore
with each tide
every storm
ached her
inside out
but she remains
as her soul
was born of gold
her spirit
mithril
forged
in lakes of fire
so she remains
to love
where she does not belong
Little Bear Aug 2016
the truth is
we are all children
playing dress up
paying for our
futures
with plastic money
eating Playdoh
beliveing
it's chicken soup

hoping for it
to make us feel



*better
unless that is
you can feel the earth beneath your feet as it moves
and the lost soul next to you

make love
not believe
Little Bear Aug 2016
the very idea
that we are just here
to struggle
to live
and to work
until we die

seems somewhat
absurd
and yet

there are those
who would say

to live out your
dreams
and to love
without limits
and to search
in all ways
for light

is such a fanciful notion

but i think..
i would much rather have a life
full of fanciful notions
than absurd ones
Little Bear Sep 2021
🌻🍄🌼🦔🍃🍂🍁🍂
Autumn awaits and the warmth of home
becomes ever more precious.
As the turning wheel presses ever onward,
the nights will draw in,
and i find i need to settle among
love and happiness
more than ever.
🍂🍁🍄🍂🍃🌼🍄🦔
Little Bear Apr 2023
all I needed was a softer heart
i needed a kinder hand
a more gentle love

all i needed were forehead kisses
i needed kinder words
a more loving love

i needed to know
i could trust you
i needed to know
I could rely on you

i needed to feel you
softly wipe away my tears
and not to have been
the reason for them


all I needed was a trustworthy path
i needed you to lead the way
and not make me walk blindly
into nothingness

i would have walked
to the ends of the earth
with you

with forever in my heart
with always in my mind
your hand holding mine
never letting go

all  I will ever need is kindness
i only ever wanted love

all  that i crave
is soft and gentle
in a world of
stick and stones
that so easily
break my bones
maybe iwas just asking too much
maybe i was too much
maybe i didn't deserve love
maybe i deserved nothing
Little Bear Mar 2020
i see her
through her shadows
and in her darkness
i still see her
light

it shines from
around
her clouds
like silver

she is more than
sunlight

she is warmth
and love

she is peace
and comfort

so i told her
'my love,
even in
your darkest days
you have no idea
how much
your love
warms my skin

and your beautiful
heart
lights up my soul'

she smiled
from behind
her leaden sky
and kissed me
softly
in the way
only
an 'i love you'
could be kissed

and my heart
all at once
filled with
her sunshine
and
became hers
Little Bear Jun 2016
It has been 3,380 days since my lips have been kissed
nine years and three months exactly ...today
nine years
NINE YEARS... and 92 days...
and my lips will remain a captive to my heart
and my heart judges that they should wait
for 291 961 134 seconds
135...136...137...138
for three thousand three hundred and eighty days
they will have waited
for that soft press of warm skin
my heart waits
endlessly waits
my lips yearn
but they will wait for the delicate touch of true love
and the passion of anothers upon mine
in my heart i am guilty as charged
for the crime of believing in fairy tales
for wanting
endlessly
to be kissed
simply
to be loved




*re-written and re-posted from my previous account
yeah i'm good like that :o)
Little Bear Jun 2016
I looked upon my world and i saw the brightness of the day.
A day where all things were crazy busy.
The washing billowed in the breeze.
The cats were milling.
The hallway needed hoovering ... again.
The children laughed with each other...
i know.. unheard of right !! :o)
And although the recycling still needs putting out
and the grass needs mowing .. still..

Contentment was mine.

I had looked upon my world and counted
every single blessing there was to be had.
There were so many that i ran out of both fingers and toes.
And i now know in my heart that i am happy.
I feel it.
Truly happy.

Whether i am destined to be alone for a while longer
or to meet with the one who smiles with me everyday
on the bus...
We could go out for coffee and feed the ducks maybe..
Haha you never know :o) it could happen..!


But.. i feel the contentment of my worlds simplicity.

And so, in my madly busy world i realised...
that after all this time of looking for happiness,
it was right here all along.

I had found it hidden in the the reality of the drudge to work.
The reality of mount washmore.
The reality of my tired bones at the end of a busy day.
The reality of my life, that i am truly grateful for.

I love love love the friends that i have been blessed with..
especially the ones who live in my phone <3
I love the kindness i find in the smile of a stranger.
The giving of hearts through desperate times.
The words of wisdom and of poetry
that i am privileged to read.
Pictures of sunshine and of flowers
from the dearest heart. <3
The gift of undeserved kindness..
that i had never felt before. <3

I look for it and i feel the love.. i feel it.

And even when the dog woofs at the postman fifty times.
And he leaves the gate open fifty one.
Even with the constant level of organised chaos
and cat hair..
Even with four hungry mouths
that own eight hollow legs.
Even when there is no coffee...
Yes, even then..

Even then...

I know it is the real life that i live that makes my heart sing
and gives brightness to my day.
And i am so very grateful for it.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwUGSYDKUxU
These times give us so many hardships to overcome, such tribulation, so much injustice, so many hurtful people..
it is all too easy to forget what is truly important.
Counting the smallest of things as a blessing
is where happiness will be found.
The love we give, the kindness we receive,
the hand we offer freely, in friendship and solidarity.
But most of all, the happiness that is to be found
in the giving of ones self with out want of return.
Little Bear Mar 2016
absent
absent from their beautiful eyes
eyes that are the same as yours

missing**
missing the joy of their laughter
the laughter you are too far to hear

blind
blind to the love they give in absolute abundance
and their love for you still waits

silent
silent is the hope that you still love them
and is the only answer you give

love
love is what they have
even knowing you may never
love them back

I need and love them
as if they were my last breath.

Without them..
I wonder how you are still alive?
Even with the door wedged open some will miss out on the wonderful beings they created.
Little Bear Apr 2016
So.. I went on a date, at least I think it was a date..
Okay.. I'm going to call it a date because,
if it wasn't..
I'm not entirely sure what it was.

Okay so.. the story goes like this...

It was July last year,
I was walking home from work and I passed
an elderly neighbours house.
If he is ever in his garden we say hello,
but never much more than that.

This time he was talking to a man
who was also in his garden,
turns out he was a family friend
and was visiting for the day.
He also lives nearby.

As I walked by,
the neighbour said 'Hello' and so did I..
The friend said hello too
and watched me walk past and down the road to my street,
where upon I looked back to see if any cars were coming
so I could cross the road,
only to see this friend watching me..

So..
two days later,
again I was walking home
and a car pulls up beside me..
people are always asking for directions so,
I thought this person might need directions..
But It was the friend of my neighbour..
His name is Skeletor.
(just humour me okay...)

He asked me if I was going to talk to him,
if I would like to go out for a drink,
if I would want to get to know him..

I totally was unprepared for this
and so I said
'I don't know and I don't know and...
yeah..
I don't know' ...

I then said I had to go
because I needed to go
and so I said
'i'm sorry but I have to go"
and I went...
I am not very good at the talking to strangers thing..

So..
two days later,
I was walking to the bus stop,
a car pulls up and ...
you guessed it...
It was Skeletor.

He asked if I wanted a lift to work and we could talk..
you know,
get to know each other.
I declined as politely as I could
and I said that,
I didn't know him
and I would get the bus to work because
'oh look...there's a bus right now...
thank you,
you are welcome and goodbye'

So..
two days later I was walking home
and driving up my street was Skeletor...
He pulls over and winds down his window
and said "Hey.. how are you..?"
and so we talk for a little while
and he tells me that he would like to take me out..
and can he have my number..

So..
I give him my number
and he calls it and I then have his..
he said he would like to call me
and would I like to go out for a drink.

So to cut a very loooong story short...

Two days later he texts me
and asks if I would like to meet him..

Firstly.. no...

But then...
he is someones family friend that I almost know,
I know his name and have his number...
I also have his car registration number...
and I told all my kids exactly what was happening.

And how will I ever meet anyone
if I don't actually...
meet anyone.?

So I said yes.
He seemed nice and,
even if a little persistent,
he seemed okay.
So I said yes..

He said he would text me and he did,
we arranged to meet 8pm on Saturday,
it was 25th of July..
two days before my birthday.

Saturday came..
it was 7.55pm and I was completely nervous
and just knew I would fuckit all up somehow.

8.05 and nothing...
8.11 and I let down my hair and hung up my bag.
8.19 and I'm making coffee,
hoping for a quiet night in.
and then he texts me..

'Hi it's Skeletor,
do you still want to go out...?
I can pick you up in 5 minutes...'

So I take off my slippers,
clean my teeth for the eighth time
and wait at the top of my road.
He pulls up and I get in his van..

I told my kids who I was with,
his number, his name, the car reg...
everything..
and they were to text me at 10pm
to ask if I needed to come home..
they would call me if I said yes or didn't answer.

We drove to a pub but,
on the way we talked about how neither of us really drank very much and so I said,
could we go and feed the ducks and have a milkshake..?
You know..
just something simple and fun..

He said 'yeah sure'
and that's what we did...
well kind of...

So we get milkshakes and go to the lakes..

I text my kids where we would be
while he got the milkshakes..

We pull up but we don't get out of the van..
he just wants to talk..
So I ask what he does at work
and he said he works in London,
so I ask what he does at work
and he said he works in a big complex...
and so I ask how he knows my neighbour
and he said he has known them for years
and so I ask how he knows my neighbour
and he said he is a family friend...

ugh... it was such hard work...

I ask him what his surname is because Skeletor is pretty unusual
and he said yeah it is,
so I ask him what his surname is
and he said it is Eternian
He said it was ncerfveon;wc...
I said pardon
and he said ovncervhbo3chhf...

So I said "oh..."

So he said he was kind of tired and he yawns,
puts his arms behind his head and stretches..
he said that he had had a busy day at work
and he wanted to sit in silence for a while
and just listen to the sound of the ...
outside...

So...
this is what my mind was doing...

'Okay... I think he wants me to shut up.. but he wanted to talk.. and his eyes are closed...okay don't look at him because that's creepy, okay this is weird, I thought we were going to feed the ducks or something.. oh look.. ducks... two fat ducks... well this is fun.. I've got to the bottom of the milkshake and I can't **** the last bit because it so quiet in this van and... I think he's asleep... **** what if he goes to sleep..? how will I get home? no.. he's not asleep he flexing his muscles.. what? ummm what is he doing? why is he flexing his muscles with his eyes closed..? I want to drink this last bit of milkshake.. I'm trying to be quiet.. he said to be quiet.. and oh look GEESE!!!  ****... I think he's asleep... this is weird... he is definitely flexing his arm muscles and okay don't look because it's creepy and he would think you are weird...I think It's getting dark... I am being so quiet... what if he's dead..? **** what if he dies...? please don't be dead... nope not dead.. he's flexing again... okay this is *******... oh look.. geese"

And he kind of wakes up a bit and looks at me,
smiles and says
'Did you know you are beautiful ?'
and he touches my face...
and I said 'well ummm thank you'
and he said
"You have lovely eyes,
they are so pretty
and your lips are so kissable...
I can't think why you are still single..
I could look at your lips forever,
you know...
your lips would look lovely..."

And my phone rings...

And I am just so relieved...
and so,
to celebrate,
I loudly drink the last bit of my milkshake...

And so I say I have to go home..
it's late and my kids need me to head home now..
And so he drives me home
and sings all the way home in the car to me...
and I am so glad we are heading back
and I just want to go home.

And he pulls up at my house
and I say
'Thank you for a lovely evening,
and thank you for the milkshake,
it was very kind of you to take me to almost feed the ducks.."
and he leans in to kiss me.

I open the door and shakeing his hand I say
"Thank you Skeletor" once more.
I jump out of the van,
close the door and go very quickly home...

Where upon,
for the next half an hour,
I lay on the floor in the kitchen,
relaying the whole sorry tale
to children who think this is both hilarious
and very dangerous.
They happily tell me
"And this is exactly why you are single"..

They make me coffee
and tell me I am very special
and need a very special kind of person
to put up with me...

Especially one who actually feeds the ducks
when they say they will feed the ducks...



I will say though..
I kept the paper straw cover like a little keepsake
of my first 'date'
in about 46 thousand years :)
NB. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Skeletor was not his real name.
Little Bear Aug 2016
i wield a sword
fit for a warrior
to pry marrow from bone
bone from marrow

to discern truth
from lie
lie from truth

a breastplate
of pure gold
reflecting light

light enough to fight
enough light
to fight
for love

a fire to set ablaze
is held within my hand

to vanquish and defend
to burn back
reclaim
to cleanse

to bring home
those who are lost
so afraid
and so alone

my feet
shod in words of hope
to give
when darkness falls

as even the very wise
cannot see what lies
in wait
in these dark and tired days

my eyes
given the gift of sight
beyond the realms
of possibility

and a heart of pity
enough to feel
to win
to heal
broken and desolate
souls

but the greatest gift
was the shield of immortality
lovingly crafted
bowed
bestowed

and as age becomes age
and time falls into time

my path is set
in oath

his hoard becomes mine
to quest
alongside

wearing my shining
dragon scales
okay.. i'm not sure where i'm going with this.. might delete it altogether. Needs work i think.. and i need coffee.
Little Bear Sep 2016
and that is why
i love you
because i feel
your gentle spirit
in between
each pause
for breath
i feel
your kindness
seep
through my pores
and find
it's home
under my
skin
and i know
in my
heart
you are pure
golden light
and i will stand firm  
beside you
with pride
by virtue of
your kindness
your want
for peace
your love
for those
lowly
and lost
Little Bear Jul 2016
and here i stand
offering you my light
for it to shine so brightly
that your steps
may never falter

may it give you comfort
in times of grief
and love
in times of loss

i send it as both
a wish
and a hope

for i feel deep
within my heart
all that you feel
in the very depths
of yours

i see your need
feel my love

may it lead you
through the bleak
of your darkness

may it
stay you
when all else
seems
lost
"Hail Erendil brightest of the stars"
Little Bear Jun 2016
Reading chapter two of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

Tis a bit ******* but fun and not at all in any seriousness.

https://soundcloud.com/rachael-435397529
Little Bear Jun 2016
I'm taking a little break from writing for a while
however, i will be trying my hand at storytelling.
And, in my usual fashion, it is quite a thing to behold haha!

And so, for my first attempt, i will be reading chapter one of
Alice in Wonderland..

I can say, with some confidence, it is not in anyway perfect
nor indeed professional. I would also like to point out that i do swear a little bit and do not, at any point, read like a coherent grown up.


  https://soundcloud.com/rachael-435397529/alice-in-wonderland
This is only to be enjoyed while eating cookies,
drinking coffee or hot chocolate
and snuggled up in bed.
There is no other way :o)
Little Bear Jul 2016
You can live a whole lifetime and still not gain wisdom.
For it is only gained through honing the skill of foresight.
A skill built by experience and knowledge,
empathy and compassion, love and patience.
The learned ability to think ahead.
To weigh and measure the future.
To then to act, with measured steps.
Correcting and re-correcting your path.
Wisdom gained gives one the ability to rise above,
to see over the head of that which would otherwise hinder your path.
One's choice is whether to use this gift for good or otherwise.
If one has honed and sharpened the gift of wisdom,
your steps will be that of one who is whole.
One who is whole cannot be easily broken.
And the radiance of ones wisdom, will touch the world around.
And your gift will help to surpass all doubt.
It will become a light for your path.

*Choose wisely where you tread, think well of your intentions.
Humble steps make a man mighty, use your wisdom wisely.
Meanwhile back at the ranch...
okay.. maybe it's too early for this :D
Little Bear Mar 2016
there is no ground beneath my feet
not today
nothing to hold on to
as I pass through the atmosphere
past the stars
out into the darkness
space is cold this morning
and quiet
and i'm a little bit lost
lost in space
with no way home
but
If I close my eyes
and count
and sing quietly
and hug myself tight
I will believe the lie
just for today
holding on to nothing
calling it flying.
Little Bear Sep 2016
All I ask
When you
Leave
Is
Just
One thing..

Just
One thing
For me..
Please?

In your story
Please be
Happy
Make every
day
A
New page

Write yourself
As the hero
And everyday
Save your
Princess

And in
Each and every
Chapter
Fight for what
You know
Is right

And..

I love you..

So for me

Please..

All I ask
Is that
You
Make your
Story
Epic
Happy endings start with silver linings. I promise, you will find one. Xoreox
Little Bear Sep 2016
She was the
sky
stretched
so thin
she could not
stop the stars
from falling
a fire storm
that yearned
For its flames
To be
back burned
holding her
from her own
destruction
a tidal wave
wiping land and
forest clear and
in her devastation
Her tears would
never be
Enough
and yet
all she
Is;

All she is

Is  
just a
child

with out
love

begging
to be held
Little Bear Mar 2016
Always..
it's always going to be my fault

No matter what you did or what you said
it will be my fault

Even the lies you tell
will be my fault

The love you gave and the love you lost
will be my fault

The pain you feel and the tears you shed
will be my fault

The agony and the injustice of it all
will be my fault

And the punches I took and the bitter words you spat
will be my fault

The obsessive
possessive
jealous
rage
you poured upon me
will be my fault

The others you slept with and threw in my face
will be my fault

The secret child you made
will be my fault

and so I left you

that will not be my fault

that would be yours.
Little Bear May 2016
Anxiety is a **** curse.
You are sabotaged by your own body and mind.
It twists your reality like it's in your DNA.
Makes you believe you are not worthy or friendships,
love or even your own reflection.
Choices come in small, extra small or sleep until it's over.
Doubting the safety of the ride to work
or if staying in bed will **** you first.
Is it better to be sick or cry.
To shake apart or hold it together.
Intrusive thoughts are a plague
but maybe you'll die from that too.
Your heart reminds you it can stop at any moment
and to prove the point it then beats so loud
even the dog can hear it.
You don't know why it happens
because your brain is on lock down
and there's nothing you can do about it.
Your very bones betray you
shaking like they have nothing better to do..
like hold you up.
Anxiety takes you hostage
and the ransom you pay
is the freedom of feeling normal.
Little Bear Jun 2016
open your
mind
before you
open your
lips and
try and tell
someone they
are living the
wrong kind of
life.
being different
is the only god
**** thing
keeping
this world
beautiful.
Little Bear Feb 2016
I truly believe if we love enough,
the earth will love us back.
You are made of wind
and fire
and rain
and dust
and as long as you spread kindness
consistently and abundantly,
the flowers and trees will grant you freedom.

Your body will be so warm,
the sun will ask you to dance,
and you will feel so wonderful.
There is no way you wouldn't say
yes!


- Christopher Poindexter ❤
One of my all time favourite poets.
I have many books under my pillow,
his is the most dogeared and loved.

Taken from his book "The naked human"
Little Bear May 2016
I am madly in love
with humans.
Especially the strange ones.
For it is ever so beautiful to
be strange. To do things differently
than others. To see things in a rare
light. To me; that is such gold to carry.

                            - Christopher
                                       Poindexter.
One of my favourite poets ever.. I sleep with his book under my pillow. Never have I slept so well.
Little Bear Feb 2016
And above all,
watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you
because the greatest secrets
are always hidden in the most unlikely places.
Those who don't believe in magic
will never find it.
Roald Dahl was a British novelist, short story writer, poet, screenwriter, and fighter pilot. His books have sold over 200 million copies worldwide.
Little Bear Feb 2016
Okay guys, time to get up.
Time to rise, time to shine.
No.. you can't stay home today..
It's time to rise and....
No, you are not in a coma
Because you're breathing... and talking.
Yes, breakfast is ready.
I don't know where your book is..
Come on, you need to wash first.
Yes, before you get dressed.
Well tell him he's not in a coma..
Okay, breakfast first.
Tell him, if he doesn't wake from his coma soon
there will be no break... he said he's dead?
Okay, no yummy waffles for dead people then..
Yes, you need your book.
It's probably beside your bed.
Oh good, how did I know?
It was just a hunch..
No, I don't have a hunch.. It was a hunch..
Like an idea...
Idea... I.D.E.A, have you cleaned your teeth?
Ah coma boy, glad you could join us.
Your shoes are where you left them.
No, there's a left one and a right one.
Left.. where you left them, that's right..
Okay..okay..find two shoes that belong to you and
put them on your feet..
You can't take the hamster to school..
Okay...you can't take 'Jason' to school.
sigh because he doesn't have a uniform...
What is in your hair?
So it smells minty...?
Okay, get a damp cloth..
I can see him wriggling in your pocket.
Yes, we are late again.
Half past eight.
Okay, just.. just..put the potato back.
One, it's not cooked and two, it won't fit in your lunch box.
Why is Jason in your.. just put him back.
You need a spooky costume today?
Why are you telling me now?
For tomorrow...
Good heavens, you will have to take a sheet off the line.
Well, it will be dry by the time we get to school.
Okay, are we ready?
You need a ***?
Just *** really quick.
Well, *** faster..
No, I don't have a hunch...
I'm praying...
Okay.. are we ready?
Then let's go.
Getting children ready for school should be an Olympic event. And sometimes, the only thing you hear is your own voice.


Re-posted from my previous account.
Little Bear May 2016
What heinous act could I have played
that the beast is still hunting?
wanting to devour it's pound of flesh

What sins so grave have I committed
that this beast still seeks me out?
to make me repent.

Who gives it the power to choose my demise?
it takes it's own will as testament
to it's righteousness.

And I have given a pound and a half of flesh
I have repented of my sins
I have paid my tithe
I have asked for forgiveness
I have changed my ways
I have paid
I have paid..

And yet it still stalks me while I sleep
and in my waking hours
it gathers strength.

It's pursuit
relentless
never tiring
never slowing.

I will never be free

I run but I will never escape it's might
the rules absent
the game devised for amusement

A pound of flesh for a morsel
an eye for a glance
a tooth for a word
the scales tipped
unbalanced

The law says to the sanctuary I must run
yet it is too far
cornered and scared
panting for breath

Beast  
carnivore  
eater of souls

PREDATOR


In my fear I cannot run another step
muddied and worn
spent
resigned
fate

It's eyes black are devoid of all humanity
it takes a step and I can do but one thing..

**Fight.
you can't dance with the devil and wonder why you are still in hell.
Little Bear Sep 2016
I won't
Close up my heart
And never
Allow it
to be broken again

Even if
Losing everything
Means
To stand here with my
Vulnerability
in my hands
For all the world to see

For counted
Among
All its broken
Pieces
I can see
Loss
And such
Sadness

But I feel it
Because it means
I'm alive

I am
Simply
a small
Human being

That once
was
Lost

And finally
After so many years
Of thinking
I wasnt even human
Because i couldnt feel

Instead of being
Lost

Because i allow
Myself to feel

I am found

Life has taught me
That after loss
Comes
A putting together

One tiny hope
At a time

And honestly

nothing will make
Me more
Blessed to be
Found

Nothing
Will make me
More human
Than that
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