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Little Bear Aug 2016
we see the same sun
and stars
you and i
breathing in
the same air
tasting
the same water
and yet
we struggle
trying to teach
to teach each other
of our want to
be loved

soft and broken soul
you are already
beloved
you are precious
beyond measure
so believe me
when i say
even the smallest sparrow
knows of your heart
even when you
have no words to say
Little Bear Jan 2016
Be soft.
Don't let the world make you hard.
Don't let the pain make you hate.
Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.
Take pride that, even though the rest of the world may disagree,
you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
Not my quote, I believe it was written by either Iain Thomas or Kurt Vonnegut. I wish I had thought of something so wonderful myself :o)
Little Bear Apr 2016
There's an orchestra in my garden
playing symphonies of delight
singing a fantasia as I wake up
with lullabies to sleep at night.
How can creatures so small
make so much sound?.
And their beaks are so tiny!!!
Noisy little birds.
:o)
Little Bear Jan 2016
So little to do
and so much time.
Little Bear Aug 2016
something in me aches
you know?
i just can't figure it out
so i lay in the grass
looking at the blue
above

and this ache

this ache
sinks

sinks
deep

deep
into the ground

allowing peace
a gentle peace
to take it's place

and the blue sky
above
tells the truth
to the
brown eyes
below

a
softly
softly
unraveling
truth

and i feel

from the
brown earth
beneath
to the
blue sky
above

it
is
love
Little Bear Mar 2016
If you want to know
the way to my heart
give me books
not new books
give me old dog eared ragged tales
give me a portal to another world
where lovers love and poets dream
where your heart breaks
and is made anew
with every turn of the page

give me a stepping stone into paradise
were every sunset and sunrise
is written within a paragraph
making my eyes shine
with it's reflection through the page
let me be transported from this world
to another within my mind

give me books that tell tales of adventure
of victory and of courage
where hearts have been broken
and loved and lifted within it's pages
were tears have blurred the ink
and I add my own to their count

give me books that smell of sweet vanilla
and almonds
whose pages are yellowed with time
of centuries past

And I will cherish them
I will hold them to my chest
as if it were the only love I deserve
I will keep them safely under my pillow
and they will be as your love for me
a love that keeps me awake at night
as it helps me to sleep

give me books
and I will
love you forever.
Little Bear Mar 2016
wallowing in tales of fantasy
I hold my breath
swimming in their depths
swallowed by words
paragraphs that consume
and I find the greatest pleasure
in being eaten alive
Little Bear Aug 2016
and she placed her forehead
on the closed door
shutting her eyes
she wept
her palm flat against the wood
feeling the last place he had touched
wishing he could feel her fingers spread
through his back
into his ribs
taking her with him
and the room fell silent

in the back of her mind
she heard a dark smile
slowly opening her tired eyes
knowing now
what stood behind her

the sword he had given her
lay at her feet
too heavy to wield
weighing more
than her courage
but she very slowly
picked it up
scraping a line on the floor
and she heard him whisper
be brave little bear

turning, slowly, knowing,
with the weapon
heavy in her hands
held out before her
shaking with it's weight
her eyes traveled
from her feet
on the floor
to the 'smile'
of the grinning dragon

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1733751/dragons-prey-part-2/
and right then, she knew just how very small she was
Little Bear Jan 2020
my hair is made of gossamer
my eyes are of dew drops
my lips are just a wisp of wind
my throat dandelion clocks.

my skin the early morning mist
my blush made of rose petals
my bones are made of porcelain
my feet the snow that settles.

my body is made of tissue
my heart is just a sound
my mind just a forgotten thought
of silk thread they all are bound.

my dreams are made invisible
my tears the evening rain
my fears now silently approach
laying ruin to me again.

so delicate and fragile
the wings of a butterfly
could scatter me entirely
unto the ether I will fly
repost
Little Bear Aug 2016
In a world made of
heavens
and hells  
he is the earth
Solid and life giving
Yet creating such
chaos
Even the stars
could not fathom.
Little Bear Sep 2016
I still don't
understand it

how you have created
such beautiful chaos
in my heart

you have turned
my world
upside down
  
you have made
stars into
song
the sun shines
it's poetry
upon my face;
even the moon
can't explain its
gravity

how can I
possibly make
any sense
of anything
when i feel
love like
that
Little Bear Jul 2016
I painted a new story
upon an untouched canvas

my own hands coloured
outside of the lines
and filled the walls
with a rainbow of colour

ridding me gladly
of the the fear,
the injustice

breaking the gibbet
from where i hung

giving me a salvation
from the spewing mass
of your bile

in simple water colours
my soul was healed

my heart reached out
and painted itself violet
wiping away my tears

while indigo
made me once more
complete

blue drowned your words
and they sunk
into the watery deep

green untied,
removing the shackles
and setting me free

yellow lifted my heart
filling it with the happiness
it so craved
giving an abundance
of peace

orange purged the venom
that was bitten into my skin
kissing the scar
that now marks your presence

and red

RED

Red was Glorious.

Red..
the scarlet fire burns
sears  
and refines

making me stronger
than i have ever been
painting is a beautiful therapy.. messy, but completely worth it :D
Little Bear Jan 2016
Over fields and meadows she walked.
Across streams and brooks.
Stepping delicately on the icy stones.
Through heath, heather and marshland she made her way home.

Each night she made a fire to warm her cold toes and fingers,
to take the ache from her weary bones.

When sleeping she draped herself with the the night sky and the stars.

By day the walk home was arduous,
many perilous encounters with wild boar and bears
made her have to change course,
often walking more miles to avoid the danger.

One more ridge and she could take rest in her own bed
for the first time in an age.

Hoping she would be welcome at home once more.
The blankets on her bed, although threadbare,
would feel as the finest silk against her skin.

Her once beautiful summer dress was now tattered and torn,
exposing more skin than it held.
Leaving with but the dress she wore and no shoes upon her feet,
she wanted so much for a bath by the fireside
and the smell of soap on her skin.

Soon she hoped.

One more ridge and she could see the cottage
that she once called home.
A place she could be her true self.

Tears fell as she could see her home,
so close but at least a days walk from her vantage point.

She could imagine the threshold,
cool and smooth at her feet as she would step inside.
The smell of stew hanging above the fire place,
making her mouth water at the thought.

Having not eaten a meal for so long
her stomach gripped tight and ached
for just the taste of bread.

And on she walks with one dream,
to be home.

At the end of the day she makes her way to the gate.
Leaving in such haste there is still a thin strip of fabric
on the gate post,
Holding her hand to the matching hole at the hip of her dress,
she remembers the night she left.

Fear grips her heart,
the last few steps are the hardest.
Anxiety wells within her chest and her mind is racing
with her thoughts and worries.

The last step and she takes hold of the door ****,
she listens for sound.
Looking around, seeing,
sensing as to whether she will be favorably taken in.

Turning the ****,
the door is the last barrier she must overcome
and it is almost too much.

The love of home never left her,
it beckoned to her everyday
and whispered softly to her every night.

Feeling as a moth to a flame,
longing for her small place in the world.

Hoping she is still wanted.

In the dim evening light,
she silently enters the room.
Re-posted from my previous account. I wrote this a little while back, just wanted to add it to my page now, I have a feeling I want to write more of this story.. it's not done yet.
Little Bear May 2016
It is for the broken hearted ones that we should seek
for they are the ones whos need is to feel love
and it is for the ones whos soul aches that we should befriend
for they are in need of comfort, giving a safe place to land
and for those that are crushed in spirit we should lift up
for their spirit is bruised and very often lost to them
they are the ones we should find
the weary souls
from among ourselves
our time in this cosmos is fleeting
and what better way to remain forever
than to love


P. Every word is yours x
I guess a little bit like a prayer. But not really maybe.. I don't know..
But I just wanted to write some words of comfort for my friend.
Little Bear Jun 2016
My head doesn't fit my shoulders today
feels like it belongs to someone else
someone who's asleep.. or dead
because this one is full of cotton wool and candy floss
and doesn't work properly
maybe it's the brain inside
there must be lots of room in there
because it's all over the place
thoughts here, thinking there,
mind wandering every ****** where
i can't grasp a single thought and see what it is
not one of them will stay still long enough
for me to hold it to the light and say
"ah yes... i should be doing " ...**** i forget
everything just slips through the cracks and nothing holds fast
i've lost brain cells somewhere i'm sure of it ..
you know.. the ones that make the brain work properly
probably in my bed
or has slipped down behind the nightstand
all i can think of is how much i can't think straight
i know i am always a little bit 'Phoebe'
always a little quirky.. odd maybe
i can't help that
and i don't always think in a straight line anyway
but i need my own head today
i have a very busy day ahead .. i think
probably..
but my head is full of cotton wool and candy floss
and my mind..
it's just not there.
Little Bear Feb 2016
All aboard the crazy train
were going for a ride
tickets out! bags are packed
let's see the countryside

No stops until we get there
a day trip to remember
Still a passenger in spring
though I boarded in September

I pull the cord to stop the ride
This wasn't mentioned in the brochure
'Hang on tight!!'  the driver calls
'It's a crazy, mad adventure!'

Corners that just twist and turn
slamming baggage, luggage flies
hanging on for dear life
'Ain't this fun!' the driver cries

Speeding past the stations
never stopping, never slowing
passengers are screaming
drivers eyes are red and glowing

The devil rides beside me
holds my hand and screams my name
the ride, a rolling death trap
and drives me fearfully insane

This was not what I signed up for
The train hurtles off the track
wreckage, twisted metal
I want my money back
Inspired somewhat by the crazy ride in
***** Wonker and the Chocolate Factory.
:o)
Little Bear Feb 2016
Some days my cup is half empty,
and some days my cup is half full,
there are days where my cup runeth over,
and days where there's no cup at all.

But today my cups full of coffee
made with heavenly beans from above
and into it I dip my biscuits
made with sugar and chocolate and love



Little Bear Apr 2016
There was a daisy on the bus
just by the drivers door,
just laying there quite prettily
on it's own, just on the floor.

I thought about the fragility
of life and of things that grow,
and then I got to thinking
were did the daisy want to go?

Was it riding into town?
was it going to see it's friends?
or to meet it's long lost cousin
in the hopes to make amends?

Where did it keep it's money?
with it's pockets oh so small,
and did it have a ticket?
or did it pay at all?

And just how would it know
which stop to get off at?
it couldn't see out the windows
just on the floor it sat.

But as the bus pulled over
to stop again once more,
a gust of wind just caught it
and blew it out the door.

But thankfully for me
this was just my stop,
so both me and the daisy
off the bus we hopped.

Now the place my bus pulls over
is right by a meadow green,
full of dandelions and blue bells
the best you've ever seen.

So I look down at the daisy
and go to pick it up,
but the wind takes it far away
into the field of buttercups.

And now I just can't see it
so this is where our journey ends,
good bye my little daisy
in your field of little friends.
True story :o)
Little Bear Apr 2016
“You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the ******. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 am clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”




A quote by Rosemarie Urquico..
http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/437516-you-should-date-a-girl-who-reads-date-a-girl
I just thought it was kind of lovely x
Little Bear Apr 2016
Dear You

I wanted to write and tell you all the things I think you should know.
I wanted to tell you that.. you are amazing and I love your words.
Every comma, every consonant, every vowel, every **** syllable.
I feel your heart pour onto the page and it makes me hold my breath.
And pray.
Because .. even the angels need to know what you write, well, that's what they should be preaching.

And I know that times are hard for you, and I feel that too. I know just a little of how that feels. It's not quite the same but, I have anxiety and I worry a lot and I always think I am going to die and my heart races and the world is just too big and it's too loud and tries to eat me alive... and...  
I wish I was invisible.
Maybe that is nothing like the things you face. But you are not alone and I know you are brave. Braver than me... is braver a word? braver.. braver.. more brave, bravest?
Any way... the thing is ...  I will be here should you need me, you just call out my name and you know where ever I am, I'll come running... wait a minute... that's actually a song... I'm quoting some song lyrics to you.. yeah... this is why I don't actually go out much, and probably why I am single..
Okay, I know I am messing all of this up so, I just want to tell you, before I ruin everything.. you are wonderful. You are brave and courageous. You have a soul that I can feel through your words and I think it is beautiful. You are a waterfall of wondrous things. And I hope I can tell you that, I just want you to be my friend...
And if you say yes, that would make two.

Okay I hafta go
Just don't stop writing okay... never stop being wonderful.
Lots of Love
Me
**

You can hear me reading this here...
https://soundcloud.com/rachael-435397529

Probably quite dreadful but I tried :o)
Okay I did thing.. I said it and then I wrote it.
This is for all of you **
Your words and poems and writings are truly beautiful.
Don't ever stop being wonderful ***

Oh and .... I think I pronounce consonant wrong.. Oopsy me  :o)
Little Bear May 2016
Despite my trials
i will continue to be on trial
as there is no way to justice without
and despite my sufferings
i will continue to suffer
as in my pain
strength will be born
and despite my tribulations
i will remain on the path set before me
as the way forward must be travelled
and despite my fear
i will have courage
safe in the knowledge of a new day
and despite those who would cast stones
i will continue to gather them
building a shelter for those at the roadside

But i beg.. understand this
i do not always know the way
and doubt often clouds my mind
but i know deep inside
that wisdom comes from a humble heart
and therefore
love can only but follow.
A very personal write for me.
I guess it might not make much sense
but to me it makes perfect..

I refuse to be broken.
Little Bear Aug 2016
You lot, you spend all your time thinking about dying.
Like you're going to get killed by eggs or beef or global
warming or asteroids, but you never take time to imagine
the impossible:

Maybe you survive.

The Ninth Doctor
Little Bear Mar 2016
While I read I wonder..
When I close my book.. do you wait for me?
Do you wait for me to read then next line?
Does time stand still?

Do you wait for me?
Sitting upon your horses, waiting to go to battle?
Are you stood in silence or do you chat among yourselves
while I put the kettle on?
While I go to work or make tea?
Do you wait for me?

I narrate your story.
For me, while I read, you are real.
You fill my head and my heart.
My ears hear the horses charge.
I hear your war cry.
I hear the horns blow.
Your cries of pain and sorrow.
I can hear you..

I smell the turf under your feet.
The smoke in the wind.
I smell the blood of your enemies.
The acrid stench of the funeral pyre.
I can smell you..

I feel the sunrise warm my face.
I feel your anger, your joy.
I feel the sharp edge of your sword.
The heat from your skin..
I can feel you..

I run with you.
I ride with you.
I make camp and sleep under the stars with you.
I hunger and thirst with you.
I eat at your table.
And I will follow you.. where ever you lead.

But where do you go when I get tired?
Where do you go when I need to sleep?
Do you wait for me?

Or do you say..
"No!! not now! We go to battle!! We have no time to waste..
our enemy fast approaches!!!"

As I close the book and turn out the light.?
Little Bear Aug 2016
The grinning dragon leers
with lascivious intent
it's all seeing eyes
take me in
from head
to toe
tasting me
grinding it's teeth
with just the sight of me
it wants to be fed

and in my trembling hands
i hold my sword
it lays heavy
pulling at my shoulders
but it's weight gives comfort
a credence
to the damage it will cause
to the salvation it will bring
a deathblow
with one strike
and the dragon's black heart
will be removed from it's chest
once and for all
of mankind

but it sees my fear
smells my vulnerability
as it licks at me
with it's black shining eyes
feeding from my disquiet

my back touches the door
the cold wood
is hard against my skin
but it keeps me standing

it was the last place
that he
my salvation
had touched
and still
that place
it burns through my back
giving courage
to my fearful heart

the dragon steps forward
towering
flames licking
from it's flared nostrils
moving silently
it approaches

"We meet again Little Bear..
not so brave today
are we"



part 1
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1731376/brave-little-bear/
Little Bear Aug 2016
let us be dreamers
shall we?
yes
dreamers of dreams
dreams that we
make  
come to be

for no one
who thought
good things
nor held out
their hands

and

loved
(lived)

the way

dreamers

do

could possibly
look back
wishing

wishing
they had dared
to dream
just one more dream

wishing they
had done
just one
more thing

to make their
dreams
their reality
Little Bear Feb 2020
Dream in colour
I like to dream in colour
with sparkles on the side
I like to think in rainbows
even when I've cried

My thoughts forever sunshine
no matter that it rains
daisy chains and starlight
make me happy once again

Softly soft my words
are uttered as a song
sorry sorry sorry
whenever I do wrong

Buttons will fix everything
just sew them on with love
freckles glow with sunshine
that's what they are made of

The world to me's a daydream
with starry skies above
a universe of wonder
paints the heavens with it's love

It might not be the truth
but it feels that way to me
just imagine with your heart
dream in colour and you'll see.
brave face on ✔
ready to start a new day ✔
let the past go ✔
be happy ✔
coffee ✔
Little Bear May 2016
I like to dream in colour
with sparkles on the side
I like to think in rainbows
even when I've cried

My thoughts forever sunshine
no matter that it rains
daisy chains and starlight
make me happy once again

Softly soft my words
are uttered as a song
sorry sorry sorry
whenever I do wrong

Buttons will fix everything
just sew them on with love
freckles glow with sunshine
that's what they are made of

The world to me's a daydream
with starry skies above
a universe of wonder
paints the heavens with it's love

It might not be the truth
but it feels that way to me
just imagine with your heart
dream in colour and you'll see.
Little Bear Feb 2016
Hey guess what?/?!!!
in ducking drunk out of my dublin house
i cant aven see the ****** floor holy shiv
this is my first druma text ha
a nun a texttiny thingo any more way....................
''''''''''''''''''''''''' colloalp
plEASE FOOT LEAVE OF &&&&&7
i  had so
many bears and now i caint ducking see
won inn i need a leba
in so hungry i could eat a eat any
love yo you assimlle forever
put the kettl on in booming good duel
So crap.. it has to be some form of art :o)
Actual text I found on my phone from last year.
I have no idea who I was going to send it to
and I had no memory of it the next day.
I think I was waiting for a taxi with my friend,
maybe I thought I was sending it to her???
Who knows..
Little Bear Feb 2023
i have always found that
when the sun is too close
for too long
bleaching life from me

my skin burns

scalding the happiness
found in my solitude
to nothing

and i blister with
such servitude
weeping for normalcy


as i rub in the salve
made of my traumas
just to get close to the suns warmth
one more time

but i always turn
to silently falling ashes

brittle bones crumble
turning
ashes to ashes

dust to dust
and back to the earth
i shall return

until the sun shines
against my god forsaken
skin
one more time
forever and ever
Little Bear Feb 2019
anxiety isn't selective
it consumes anyone
any time
any place
despite their age
size
financial situation
social standing
ethnicity
gender
sexuality
values
spirituality
and mental capability  
anxiety isn't logical
it devours all thoughts
and reasoning
for no reason
for every reason
for nothing at all

anxiety eats at the very fabric
of everything you hold dear
and sacred
it takes who ever it wants
and twists their thoughts
and soundness of mind
until they break
and then some

anxiety swallows you whole
and spits you out
then waits for you
hand on the dinner bell
it is a curse
i hope it chokes to death
on me.
Little Bear Jan 2016
I was bound and gagged by my dignity
My virtue struggles to hold my voice hostage
I practice restraint but my bonds have slipped
And while I wait for the feeling to return to my hands
I bounce the ball in my solitary confinement
My silence screams so loud in my ears,
can you not hear it?

"I am coming for you!"
Little Bear Feb 3
i own everything i do.
and everything i am
(good or bad)
belongs to me
.
i have never had such assiduity
in my own existence.

there is no wonder
in why
i choose to be the island
that i am.
Little Bear Feb 2016
For my beautiful friends here.
I completely love you all so very much.
Thank you for all that you give me
have given me
and continue to give me
every day

You are my sunshine
:o)



Keep giving me hope for a better day
Keep giving me love to find a way
Through this heaviness I feel
I just need someone to say,
everything's okay

Woke my weary head
Crawled out of my bed
and I said,
"Oh, how do I go on?"

Nothing's going right,
shadow's took the light
and I said,
"Oh, how do I go on?"

Sometimes
I need a little sunshine
And sometimes
I need you

Keep giving me hope for a better day
Keep giving me love to find a way
Through this messy life I made for myself
Heaven knows I need a little

Hope for a better day
A little love to find a way
Through this heaviness I feel
I just need someone to say
everything's okay

(Everything's okay)

I gave my hope to you
When you were nearly through
And you said,
"Oh, I can't go on"

Well, now I need it back
'Cause I have got a lack of all that's good
And I can't go on

Yeah, sometimes
I just need a little sunshine
And sometimes
I need you

Keep giving me hope for a better day
Keep giving me love to find a way
Through this messy life I made for myself
Heaven knows I need a little

Hope for a better day
A little love to find a way
Through this heaviness I feel
I just need someone to say
everything's okay

(Everything's okay, everything's okay)
(Everything's okay, everything's okay)
(Everything's okay, everything's okay)

Sometimes
I need a little sunshine
And sometimes
I need you

Keep giving me hope for a better day
Keep giving me love to find a way
Through this messy life I made for myself
Heaven knows I need a little

Hope for a better day
A little love to find a way
Through this messy life I made for myself
Heaven knows I need a little

Hope for a better day
A little love to find a way
Through this heaviness I feel
I just need someone to say
everything's okay...


(Lyrics and song by Lenka
Everything's Okay)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkY_BksDUxo&list;=PLgDe8uEpyRspK4c00w60u4hJ4u4Kk70nz&index;=3

Hope the link works
:o)
Little Bear Jan 2020
'I'm glad I'm going to die.." She smiled.
She could feel nothing.
She was nothing.
Dead.

"There you see... such a beautiful little tragedy.
And now I can save you."

Connor dragged her slumped body to the sea.
She was conscious, just.
He wanted her to be awake though, for when she died.
What was the point of being King if your subjects didn't
believe in you.
The sea pounded the shore.
Waves came in thick and fast.
The wind buffeted his body but he remained steadfast.
She lay on her back in the water,
the waves spilling over her but not rousing her.
Connor held the front of her hoodie so she was above the water,
her eyes still closed as he told her how she would die.
She heard him.
And smiled.
Lifting her above the waves by her clothing
he manhandled her into the dark swelling sea.
The snow fell as he walked her out a few more feet
and then he held her under.

She felt the sea try to take her and she fought it.
Nature,
instinct,
the last vestiges of will
found their voice
and they fought for her.

Her hands pounded his arms as he held her under.
Her body convulsed as she fought,
one last time,
to breathe above the waves.
And slowly she gave in.
Became heavy.
Hannah could see him above her,
through the waves.
She wasn't scared.
She could feel his hands about her throat.

She could see him, in glorious clear water colours.
He stood above her in the snow and the sky and the sea.
She let herself go.
She let herself breathe below the waves.
In.
So easy.
And so he buried her,
under the sea.
And in the depths he held her there,

until she stopped.
Okay... I did write it, all of it :)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/172506608-greater-things-than-monsters
Little Bear Feb 2020
The door swung open, revealing trees hung full of over compensating colour and the ground buzzed with windfall apples. The grass was long, unkempt and scraggy. There was an old and empty swimming pool, decayed with it's once blue tiles, bleached white with the sun. An ornamental bird bath razed to the ground, an over grown pergola groaned and a leaning outhouse lay lazily about the garden. This place once held a family in his care. The rusted swing stood, like a sentry, waiting. The air was chilled and the weeds violently twisted in throngs of green and yellow. But it was the mound of roughly dug earth, six feet by three, that made Miller's heart falter.
“Looks like we got ourselves a crime scene...” Abbie looked on, hands in her pockets.
“****, I hope not...” Miller opened his phone.
and yet i did

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Tinysmolbear
Little Bear Jan 2016
I said...


Ribbons lemon chewing gum
Daisies dandelion
Button teabag souvenir
Cheese cake Uncle Brian

Pepper buses diary
London *** Nantucket
Leaves carrot underwear
Ten piece bargain bucket

Raisins phone apple pie
Sock key Zanzibar
Duvet sausage dinosaur
Peanut bumper car

Mouse banana chicken wing
Fleas vermilion
Elephant soda stream
Stoat pavilion

Moose flower stickleback
Garlic salted butter
Taco dragon paper cut
Poison pizza cutter

Sandwich Batman coffee cake
Vaseline grape snow
Golf ***** haberdashery
Weasels tally-**

:o)
Just being silly :o)
Little Bear Apr 2016
When I was young I believed that fairy tales were real.
The fairy stories my Dad told me were the truth,
and I believed.
I believed that fairies,
elves and pixies were all real.
My Dad never lied to me so,
why would I not believe him.?
He was a good man
and he loved me with all his heart.
When I grew up I stopped believing such things.
And then I met a Monster
First he was Prince Charming and then..
he became a Monster.
I still believe to this day
he was a Monster all along,
under his mask.
All it did was slip,
and I saw him for what he was.
I now believe in Monsters too.
But I have met other Monsters so,
I know he is not the only one.
I have met Dragons.
Big ones..
They are fierce and usually drunk.
And breathe fire.
These are frightening and damage you.
I have also met Vampires
They are the ones who **** the life from you,
they take and take until you are spent.
And they really don't sparkle..
I have met Trolls.
They are the ones that take your happiness
and make you sad.
They think they are gardeners
sewing their seeds of doubt,
but they are not.
They are sewers of sadness.
And they can only grow weeds.
And I have met Angels.
They have the kindest hearts.
They make you feel safe,
giving back all the happiness
that the Trolls take.
They are the good guys.
But they sneeze a lot.
I think it's the feathers...
And I have met Elves and Pixies too.
They are beautiful and kind and wise.
Their hearts over flow with love
and you can't help but love them right back.
And I have met Princes
in the form of Eagles, Crows and Owls.
They are majestic and glorious.
They fight for those who cannot fight.
They are bringers of wisdom
and can see far into the future.
They are the cavalry and come
when you think all hope is lost.
I have met Ghosts too.
Those are the saddest ones I have met.
They were once real but now they are not.
They are right there before you
but now they are not.
You just have to look
and you will see them.
They need our love
more than anything in the world.
I have seen these all with my own eyes.
Every single one.
My Dad was a good man and he didn't lie..
he was warning me.
So, it begs the question.
If I have met Monsters, Ghosts..
and all the others I have told you about..
What else is out there?
And what does that make me?
Little Bear Jan 2020
now here's a place
i have never been
looking over the edge
seeing if i can see the bottom
dropping a pebble
to hear
the end

i don't think there is one
least-ways
i didn't hear it land
i don't want to fall down this
rabbit hole
but
the eyes staring out
from the darkness
are so...
like i know who they are

and i want to see
just how far down
i will fall
and if they will watch me
as i let go

here is a place
i have never been
so long have i lived
in the sunshine
my skin is paper thin
and the weight of my world
crushes the air from my lungs
makes me breathe out
with no hope of breathing in

here is a place
i have never been
i have no memory
of falling
tipping over the edge
i just know there is no sunshine
and my soul is struggling
to keep warm
Ever the optimist, glass is half full. I find i am falling. but also hoping i can find my way back before hitting the bottom.  taking care of myself for a little while. :)
Little Bear May 2016
Under a jesters hat in the court of kings
is a dancing peasant before the queen
such fine robes of purple silk do I wear
fancy that.. you pretty thing.
Such splendid tea parties with the finest of ladies
conversing gaily of the weather
and other such nonsense
things I know not
What utter tripe
guttersnipe
ne'er-do-well
pouring tea
Such dainty things the tailor brings
twirling in such finery
while the little piglet powders it's nose
and calls herself pretty
Little Bear Jan 2016
It is of my opinion that you have desisted in truthiness.
And as such,
you will hence forth be known as a
'Teller of Untruths.'

As a result,
I do believe your trousers have combusted.
You are a blaggard and a rapscallion.
Good day...
Ha! liar liar, pants on fire!!!
Little Bear Mar 2023
i love the fields
i can look down
from the top of the hill
and see all the way to the next village
the fields roll its spring green carpet towards the south
undulating it's hips
with expectancy
ripe with nature's soon to be
summers harvest

the warm wind blows
from the south
up the fields towards us
breathing in deeply
the fragrant breeze
it's smells of green clover
and yellow buttercups
its tastes wild and mellow
a smile lingers on my lips


there are no leaves on the trees still
but winter is falling away
and i can smell earth in the air
spring is coming
and the fields beckon

wearing summer dresses
that fall lightly
about my shoulders
bear toes that delight in its soil
my face smiling up
to a blue sky
filled with
warmth and promises

i feel kisses of hope
on my tongue
scattering seeds in my mind
Little Bear Jan 2016
Meeting you today, after all these years.
Well my heart almost stopped.
I turned the corner and there you were,
with your beautiful little family.

I was stunned, they are all so beautiful... your children.
I just needed a moment to take it all in.
And that smile you gave me...
**** I didn't think it would take me back so many years...
just like that..

It must be 18.. no.. no 19 years..
You haven't changed,
not one bit..
not to me anyway.

You stood there, holding hands... so in love.
I was... I am.. so happy for you.
My first kiss... with you...was actually so perfect.
My first kiss... with you.

But you are married and happy.
Your children have their Daddy's dimples..
And their Mummy's blue eyes.
You are all so happy.. I love that.
I truly do, with all my heart.

And so as we said our goodbyes,
you looked at me.
Just for a moment too long.
I know you thought of it too, that kiss..
And I blushed.. **** it...
After all this time, you can still do that to me.

And as you walked away,
I watched you go...
I know I might never see you again.
But I will always remember my first kiss...
with you
That and your beautiful blue eyes.
My first real kiss was with a girl, we were best friends :o)
Little Bear Jul 2016
There's this crazy little word
floating all about
inside my fuzzy ol' head
and it's dooing that pitter patty pat thing
to my silly old heart

and it's awhispering sweetly
little puffs of breath
whispering all magical
to my pink and glitter heart

"Shhh now silly,
stop and listen.
look silly heart,
look inside and you'll see

you feel that pitter patty pat thing?
well, you know when that happens, you're a gonna
it's that crazy little thing that's ahappening to your heart
the thing that's made of always, the thing that's made of forever
you feels it dontcha?
the pitter patty pat thing?

well, i'm afraid i hafta tellya
that that floaty little word
that's messin with your fuzzy little head
and dooing that pitter patty patting on your silly old heart
*is called love"
Little Bear May 2016
I miss the man who sold flowers in the market place
he sold posies of sweet smelling blooms
hearts and flowers wrapped in ribbons of rainbow colours
dainty flowers given to happy faces
and I loved him so
he was my favourite place to be
the scent of him filled the air
and everyday became summer
and in the rest of his autumn
he made me wish for spring
Little Bear Jun 2016
you loved me like rain
forever falling

you cherished me
like the sun
as you watched me flourish
and then bloom
under your tender care

upon the gentle breeze
was your whispered devotion

and in that season
gathered
was a bountiful harvest
for where our love grew
will be forever autumn





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsCdlX-5UjE
Little Bear May 2016
I kind of need you.. y'know... things in my life are a little messed up right now and some of it well, there's nothing I can do about it.
Just let it play out and have faith.
But I would come to you. Haha there's no other way.. I always did. I can hear you.. you'd have said to me ..
"Sunshine, come and sit with me a while, let's talk **** for a few hours, tell me what's troubling you in that pretty little head of yours'.
I know you would have patted the seat and smiled.
Then you would say..
'There's no better way to spend my day than with my Sunshine. There ain't nothing too big or to small for this old man so,
I will close my eyes and you can do all the talking.
And you would.
And after a minute or two, when we had stopped laughing,
it would go quite... and I would begin.

And when I had said my last word, you would have hugged me tight, dried my tears and looked right at me, so seriously..
and said..
"Well Sunshine, are you up for some digging? lets go get a ***** and sort this ****** out.. no questions asked”
We would have laughed at that too, I know it.
I hear your voice inside my head sometimes, or maybe it’s my voice, but the words are yours. Funnily enough they are the same things I say to my children. But in my head I hear them from you. No matter where I am or what I do, I will always be your little girl.. no matter what okay.

**** it.. I miss you. You have no idea. And I love you.
For all time. ****... this is messed up. It just seems like
you've been gone forever.. and forever's long enough in anyone's book.

You are my spring, my summer, my autumn, my winter..
And with every moment that I have left in this ****** up world and with all my stupid heart..  
I will always be your girl .. Always and forever your sunshine.
Just imagine that my Dad sounds like Bob Hoskins :o)
Little Bear Jul 2016
let me be free
to wander the starry skies
and to swim the fathomless deep

let me fly
feeling the heavens within my hair,
allowing my soul to be naked
soaking decadently
in the the ink of the nights sky

let me grow
with wanton abandon
breathing under water
tasting it's warm silk
luxuriating in it's depths

allow me to taste the earth
and the sun and the stars
let me fill my soul with it's wonder
making me whole

let me have the air that i need
and my ribs expand
let my hands be unshackled
as my blood flows with a rush

and i will belong
to you

holding me with only your eyes
i will remain
for all of my days
and be devoted
like a child that has found god
within their hands
Little Bear Aug 2016
i've been trying to explain this
my whole life
and one day
i will finally find
the right words

i am not going to stay

i will always find a way to fly
always find a way

i am sunlight
but never the sun

i will never be something
you can hold
always finding a way
to let go

my roots need air
not earth

to be held above water
is to drown

something in my heart
tells me
i will never belong

to anyone

one day
i am a flower
and at night
i will close my petals
opening the next sunrise
to have my clocks
float away

i will always
grow in the meadow
wild
where i can live
and die
on the summer breeze

i am not going to stay
i will always
want to be free
Little Bear Sep 2016
and for the first
time
in my
life

I felt loved

it was like
the
exhilaration
of free
falling

at
terminal
velocity

without a parachute

trusting you
implicitly

that
with your
pure heart

your
kindness and

your
words of
forever

you had then
fashioned
me wings

taking your delight
as you watched
me soar
Little Bear Jun 2016
for years i have lived
within this
bubble
a bubble that i made
to keep me safe
keeps me safe
within
keeps me away
clear
transparent
like elasticated glass
i see the world
from within
and have felt safe
from within
it keeps the world
at arms length
safe and away
keeps me away
within
keeps me safe
but
i can't touch the outside
from within
my fingertips press the clear
press the transparent
press the glass
and it gives
under my touch
as my fingers enter
the world beyond
i have need
i have longing
i want
i want to go
beyond
to feel the outside
to touch
and breathe
and live
beyond
the within
to escape the
bubble
that i had created
so that i was free
time to move on, to move forward, to live a little.
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