#stuffed
The restraints of school can feel like jail,
there’s a mundanity to it.
I must plan my week’s every minute,
like God must have arranged atoms.
It’s the art of the small things,
where some minutes seem shorter than others
like atoms making different things
School is vibrant, intellectually stimulating
and stuffed, like a turkey, with a catalogue of
specific ideas that are new to me.
So I study them until, like an actor, I can recite them
as if on stage. But if a quiz is going to be ‘open notes,’
then it’s going to be an exacting *****
And then there’s the waiting for outcomes (grades)
But I’m one of those girls
who sings shower songs
so bring it on.
.
.
A song for this:
Teddy Jam by guy
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 12:03 PM UTC
On the floor of my bedroom,
Lying deathly still,
Is a pink sloth I won one day,
In the claw game at an arcade.
Now, it lies on the floor;
Years have gone by,
Dust clings to its fur.
Evidence of time.
Still as fluffy as ever,
Pink hairs have grown to clutter.
In the back of my mind,
I remember the joy from that time.
Looking at it now,
There's little excitement to be found.
Even though it's my favorite color,
There's little allure.
The pink sloth remains on the floor,
And with it the memories from before,
Every time I give it a glance,
I'll recall that childish happiness.
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 7:20 PM UTC
If
You
Do
Not
Believe
In
God
Ergo
Jesus
Than
WHY
Do
You
Participate
Celebrate
Religious
Holidays
Christmas
And
Easter?
Ulterior
Motives?
To Get
Gifts. Free
Stuff
My poem resembles
The Question Mark ?
I called this Word Art
While some people have indicated it can be distracting. I like the challenge of completing the picture.
Inspired song
1) Tell Me Why
The Backstreet Boys 1999
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 1:14 AM UTC
I want to retreat from the reality I created.
Hide in an old, faded memory.
Out of all the worn, stuffed animals that surround me
my truest friends are the ones that can found me.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 10:37 PM UTC
Thank you
For pushing my stuffing
Back in place
When I have one of
Those days
I would do it myself
But I can’t reach
It means more
Coming from you anyway
We will find our needle
And thread someday
Love,
Your grumpy
Brown eyed bear
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
The feeling of a full stomach is a curious one, despite the protruding bulge and the dull ache
It is impossible to feel dissatisfied
Despite the regret for that one to many slices
Despite the wish that you had gone for a run instead of acquiescence to the temptation of the glowing screen
Despite the knowledge that you’ll soon be buying new pants
Despite any and all obstacles in your way
You persevere
You are the Dictator
The ruler of your stomach
The ruler of your life
Until your sister comes in the room and starts yelling about depleting her potato chip stash
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
Tacos, pulled pork and quesadillas
Garish and gaudy being the clarion call
for the food truck battalion
An armoury of captivating aromas
Savoury propaganda mastered.
The war is won.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
Little orange octopus
that's staring at me,
your fluffiness looks comforting
but I wish you'd tell me what you see.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
Oh the fun we will have
Now that you're lying here
Paralyzed by my tea
You have nothing to fear.
Please, give me your wrist.
Now thats a good boy,
I'll tie you up nice and tight
So that you I'll enjoy.
Don't cry tears my dear
I promise you I won't leave,
Just need to get the duct tape
I don't want to hear you scream.
Oh dear this simply won't do
I need to take off your clothes
Now don't you squiggle too much
Or I might just bite off your nose
My darling you needn't be shy!
Your body's a beautiful thing,
I promise my hand will be kind to you
Since you were so kind to me.
Darling your pose is perfect!
Now is most definitely the time.
For what you most likely wonder,
To stuff you and make you mine.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
Stuffed on chicken wire,
no rooster in the yard.
I’m practicing magic
while the lawnmower rides.
Funny that,
said her valentine.
They hadn’t yet learned
there’s so much to know,
her body opening
like a rose.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
You've been stuffed with all this pain,
that is seeking to escape.
Yet you've kept it all concealed,
in order to save others from the heartache.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
The back door. Green eyes and smelly fur! The werewolf comes for our kid. Its time! White Knight teddy armed with a wooden sword and Judy the red Raccoon and her magical red powers! Its time to vanquish this nightmare before it even starts! The werewolf tears down the back door and howls in the darkness. All we can see is the bright green eyes shining in the blackness. And there awaits White Knight Teddy and Judy the Red Raccoon! W.K.T lands a flurry of blows with his awesome unbreakable wooden sword as the werewolf cries in pain! Judy the Red then emits waves of magical red beams that knock the werewolf out the back door as it screams in fear and scampers back into the woods!
And so W.K.T And Judy the red Raccoon triumph over the would be nightmare that was trying to haunt their kid. NOT TONIGHT!!!
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
Your fur is matted
Your not as big as I thought
Your tags are marred by my name
In a effort to make you mine
You hold so many memories
The good
The bad
The sad
The happy
Your plastic eyes
While scratched
Will always see me
Clearly
I must confess
The only reason
All the others
Were named same as you
Is because none of them
Would be better than you
As a child
You seemed so big in my arms
Something to hold
To hug
I'm sorry about
that time I was
Convinced that I was
A hair stylist
And found some Form
Of cutting tool
There's a connection between us
Even if you are a
Stuffed animal
A horse
You'll always be
In a place in my
Heart
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
Sunlight beaming through the windows I
did not expect what I’d found.
Brown faded boxes scattered to and fro
little did i know what I’d find right below.
In one box, as normal as the others,
I found a friend from years long past.
My teddy bear...unwashed,
its ears weirdly bent, its eyes on its last.
Then, the memory hits me.
Back to a sunny day,
a time when I needed not worry
of complicated things.
A day just spent with this bear by my side.
Frolicking the fields and
getting my shoes ***** from all the mud.
Oh how I yearn to live in a time long gone,
when it was all still simple
and when it was all still sweet.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
Tell me a story Cuddlekins!
Rawr. Rawr. Grr. Rawr.
Rawr. Grr grr RAWR!!
Wow! That's a good story.
Now let me tell you
one. A story of a boy
who was so afraid of
being alone he put himself
in the most amazing adventures.
Imagine a beautiful forest
in the middle of nowhere.
Untouched. Unmutilated with.
Un-everything. This boy,
John, flew here and
laid his case down
and pulled out his violin.
His music went.
Dah. Dah. Lalalala. Doooo.
Soft. Sweet. Charming with
a twist of a faint memory
on the tip of your tongue
wanting to be known to
the world.
As he played on and on
for hours the animals
gathered around and fell
to sleep. John
inspired by his surroundings
played more and more
until there was a rustle in
the distance.
John didn't hear it
but again and again
the rustle of the leaves
grew ever closer still.
There was one animal
who wasn't sitting at
the clearing in the forest.
It was the jaguar. He awoke
and wondered
where everybody went.
They were no where to be found
As he searched for his
friends a scent caught in
his nose. It smelled of
food but an unfamiliar one.
The long lost forgotten food
that his ancestors once described.
He chased it slowly
turning every corner
hiding behind branches,
bushes, and bark.
Finally he found his prey.
He creeped slowly
and attacked.
All the animals could
say was that 'ol jagy was
at it again just a hungry
beast. Not sophisticated
or classy enough to
understand music.
You know Cuddlekins, I think
it was on that day the rest
of the animals discovered
'ol Jagy was deaf.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC