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in 1992, a child is born
and handed a gift.

he opens the box labelled "life"
and examines its contents.

a blanket hand-stitched
with hope, perseverance,
and comfort

draped over a teddy bear
stuffed with fearful nightmares,
and heartache.

a blue jar labelled "sadness",
containing fluttering butterflies
symbolizing joy.

a ticket for the rollercoaster
he's finally tall enough to ride,
with no warning
of the endless ups and downs.

that two-minute rush
of adrenaline
followed by hours
of motion sickness.

this child
is now twenty six.

he is staring at the empty
box labelled "life" -

at the worn-out blanket
lying next to
the teddy bear's stuffing -

at the shards of blue glass
and butterfly corpses -

at the torn up carnival ticket.

he regrets ever accepting this gift.

- v.m
this is a very real story of a very fictional box and a very non-fictional human.

now, this very real ultra violet remarkeyable is here to tell you that you have been given your very own box labelled "life" for your very own unique reason. all you have to do is discover what that reason is. only then, i think, will you truly appreciate your very unique little box.

my butterflies are alive and well. i hope yours are too.
Chiquita Apr 13
She was sad,
She needed someone who cared.
She went into her room
Just like every night
And held onto him
She cried her heart out
Though she never spoke
He could understand everything
He knew her better than anyone else
People would think she's crazy
But she knew better
She knew he knew
He'd been watching her from a child
Yet he never judged her
Teddy was always there for her.
People who hold their Teddy bears for comfort will understand this
The teddy bears went into the woods today
they didn't come back, but that's ok
it's the place where they frolic and play
and sometimes they lose their way

The teddy bears went into the woods today
the wolves are there, but that's ok
they don't talk much, with nothing to say
it's just where they eat the buffet

The teddy bears went into the woods today
mountain lions are there, but that's ok
they love fresh meat, that happens to stray
the remains are left on display

The teddy bears went into the woods in May
they didn't come back, they're not ok
the animals there eat each and every day
and teddy bears are easy prey
This might scare a kid, so don't go singing it to your kiddos ;D
melinoe immortal Dec 2017
In her dreams
she wears the laciest, blackest dress;
her nails painted black too.

Her dark red lips appear as if they were smiling
but the cyanosis is hidden underneath.
Her left thumb is touching the
cherry-black dyed wood.

By her side,
the “12-year old” teddy bear
is with her to the infinite.
The ring her mother gave her
before her escape
left a mark on her right middle, finger.
It is hang on her neck close to her heart.
And the pallor of her cold skin
washed out the circles under the eyes.

No more NREM sleep, no more delta waves.
No more REM dreaming and Morphean dances
between the underworld and the ones gone.

There was no reason to feel or think anymore.

A mother’s tear on her cheek, suddenly she wakes
up screaming.

It all turned black.

It may have not been a dream after all.
Julie Smith Jun 2017
Teddy Bear, my Teddy Bear
Cheer me up when noone is there
Give me your soft hand
When I'm the last one left in playland

You know me better than anyone else
With you I can always be myself
Your big brown eyes give me what I need
We both are made of one and the same breed

You give me comfort when I'm sad
But Teddy Bear, know you can drive me mad
So go on, fill me, thrill me
But don't try to **** me
You killed me but it's okay
sunprincess Mar 2017
My sweet teddy bear
and silky sun-kissed hair
Beyond fabulous!
xoxo
Brent Kincaid Apr 2016
He has one eye missing
And a patchwork ****.
I tell everybody he’s winking,
That he has one eye shut.
He’s lost a lot of hair
And he no longer sits up
Like he used to before.
But whenever I see him
I am never in doubt
He is still the bear I adore.

Bubby Bear is a very good bear
The best friend there ever could be.
He sleeps by my side every night
And Bubby never argues with me.

When things get too scary
Or out of control I go and
Grab up Bubby and hold him.
He’s always warm and he’s
Sympathetic, and so I never
Feel the need to scold him.
I can always talk to him
And explain things out
Because he is so very patient.
I think it is because he
Is such a very wise bear
And always there waiting.

Bubby Bear is the finest bear
He always right beside me.
I don’t have to worry that he
He might want to abandon me.

Some people like to tease me
About the way Bubby looks
And make fun of his condition.
But they have to admit to me
They don’t have a friend who gives
One hundred percent permission,
And never gets tired of them
Or tattles their confidences
Or gets bored with what they say.
That’s why Bubby is my best friend
Always was, always will be
All night long and every single day.

Bubby Bear is a very good bear
He puts up with my every whim.
I feel sorry for anyone who
Doesn’t have a friend like him.
Warm to my eyes
like
gingerbread in a cast oven,
stone to my finger tips
and
hard to bite
yet
sweet to my senses,
solid and shiny
a
glimmer to a child's eye
and
a smile that spreads,
sugar coated
honeyed lullaby,
a child's best memory
is a teddy bear *******
Teddy bear crackers were my favorite
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