#stuffedanimals - Hello Poetry

When I was younger I used to wish I had a toy that would talk to me, an imaginary friend, to share its comfort every day. I wasn't always sad, but just to have a constant friend, to never leave. That's what I wanted. Now I have lots of friends. Cats, dogs, birds, dragons, dinosaurs. We have many adventures together. Each has a name, each has a personality. I try to flesh out each and every one. Vixi (cat) is my favorite. She is strong, she protects the innocent. Things I wish to be. I've found she's kind of my opposite. She's fierce, and she is very good at combat. She wields a lightsaber, yeah, from Star Wars. She's very brave and is always ready for adventure. Her sidekick, his name is Puppy. He is fearful and anxious, but is fiercely loyal and always goes with Vixi into battle. I suppose Puppy is braver, since Vixi isn't scared, but Puppy is. Yet he goes into battle anyway. Playing with stuffed animals, imagining their lives, it fills me with instant joy. It doesn't matter how old I am. I want to be part of their lives. So many weird characters, so many weird interactions. Like a small town story but it's all just in my head. Sometimes I randomly make two of them meet and fall in love. Just to see what happens. I want to be part of this little place I've created. But I'm above it all, looking down. I guess I could insert myself in, but usually that causes more problems than it solves. Only God was able to do it without making problems. So I watch from above, staring longingly at their lives. Wishing for peace and tranquility, maybe an adventure every now and again. Surely would be less boring than here. Yet here is where I stay.

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 10:16 PM UTC

Gabilicious

Stuffed Animals

When I was younger I used to wish I had a toy that would talk to me, an imaginary friend, to share its comfort every day. I wasn't always sad, but just to have a constant friend, to never leave. That's what I wanted. Now I have lots of friends. Cats, dogs, birds, dragons, dinosaurs. We have many adventures together. Each has a name, each has a personality. I try to flesh out each and every one. Vixi (cat) is my favorite. She is strong, she protects the innocent. Things I wish to be. I've found she's kind of my opposite. She's fierce, and she is very good at combat. She wields a lightsaber, yeah, from Star Wars. She's very brave and is always ready for adventure. Her sidekick, his name is Puppy. He is fearful and anxious, but is fiercely loyal and always goes with Vixi into battle. I suppose Puppy is braver, since Vixi isn't scared, but Puppy is. Yet he goes into battle anyway. Playing with stuffed animals, imagining their lives, it fills me with instant joy. It doesn't matter how old I am. I want to be part of their lives. So many weird characters, so many weird interactions. Like a small town story but it's all just in my head. Sometimes I randomly make two of them meet and fall in love. Just to see what happens. I want to be part of this little place I've created. But I'm above it all, looking down. I guess I could insert myself in, but usually that causes more problems than it solves. Only God was able to do it without making problems. So I watch from above, staring longingly at their lives. Wishing for peace and tranquility, maybe an adventure every now and again. Surely would be less boring than here. Yet here is where I stay.

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when she leaves for work, i'm left in the absence of wonderful wild spirit. i tidy up the covers we slept on together peacefully & arrange the stuffed animals. they look happy that we no longer dominate the bed with our talking and laughter, they watched us enviously from the floor the night before. i wipe down the counters lightly, coated with dust, & vaccum the floor. i assume my mother would be surprised at the sight of me after i proclaimed "i will never fall in love!" as a 10 yr old. i go downstairs and wash our dishes from the dinner the night before, remembering how each cookware served us, & how goofily we waltzed in the kitchen ballroom. the day is bright and sunny, even if it isn't. as i take out the trash on my way out, i commute to my house where she'll be for the rest of the week.

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May 11, 2024

May 11, 2024 at 5:20 AM UTC

squishy-banana

spring cleaning

when she leaves for work, i'm left in the absence of wonderful wild spirit. i tidy up the covers we slept on together peacefully & arrange the stuffed animals. they look happy that we no longer dominate the bed with our talking and laughter, they watched us enviously from the floor the night before. i wipe down the counters lightly, coated with dust, & vaccum the floor. i assume my mother would be surprised at the sight of me after i proclaimed "i will never fall in love!" as a 10 yr old. i go downstairs and wash our dishes from the dinner the night before, remembering how each cookware served us, & how goofily we waltzed in the kitchen ballroom. the day is bright and sunny, even if it isn't. as i take out the trash on my way out, i commute to my house where she'll be for the rest of the week.

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I pile stuffed animals on my bed Seeing stuffing instead of red Clinging to them tight They know how to hold me right Back to childhood Where everything was always good No scars to bear-nothing to fear And smiling ear to ear in a mirror Reveling in the scent of those days I snuggle close and everything else dies away With what's left of learning our letters Hoping as we get older that everything gets better

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Aug 27, 2014

Aug 27, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC

AllAtOnce

Lies We Tell Ourselves as Kids

I pile stuffed animals on my bed Seeing stuffing instead of red Clinging to them tight They know how to hold me right Back to childhood Where everything was always good No scars to bear-nothing to fear And smiling ear to ear in a mirror Reveling in the scent of those days I snuggle close and everything else dies away With what's left of learning our letters Hoping as we get older that everything gets better

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