"carebear" poems
Mon coeur...my heart
Is where I start
A journey as long as present and past
Over metaphorical oceans, oh so vast
Tranquil seas of turquoise blue and emerald green
Oasis to seas which for a time were violent and mean
Mon coeur...my heart
Would not be torn apart
A berth in a favorite Mediterranean port
Provided safe harbor of a sort
Reminding mon coeur...my heart
It had yet to reach the start
An unexpected voyage to an uncharted sea
Would lead me to believe there was something more for me
A voyage that made up for the many years of frustration
That always led to perpetual exasperation
Mon Coeur...my heart
Had at last reached the start
An open sea to travel
Honest words that never felt the gavel
A closeness
An openness
Both of which had not been felt
Both of which made my heart melt
Impeccable conversation
Invigorating recreation
She had to be made for me
We fit together so perfectly
My best friend...ma chere
My Elmo to her Carebear
Sunny days
Stormy days
Through those we made our way
And together forever we would stay
The journey over an endless placid sea
Was not meant to forever be
Shoal in the night
7th of June if I remember right
Mon coeur...my heart
Was finally torn apart
I know that all happens for a reason
And some are only with us for a season
But little does that help
All I can muster is the weakest yelp
For what I lost in the end
Was my best friend
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
I’m on his bed drinking a 40 in my silk nightgown cuddling a carebear while he counts our drug money
pretty pills dancing around in my bloodstream while I trace my fingers along the long hallway walls that line your heart
stumbling barefoot along side the highway all the car headlights looking like angels
I cry too much
i want to be achingly sad but beautiful like a butterfly with a torn wing or a missing child poster
I want to have my wedding under a pink cotton candy sky
I want a cheap motel love
convulsing on a bed of lilac
take a ****** like a good girl and go to dreamland
drinking blueberry ***** out of a McDonald’s cup
wobbling like a newborn doe in stripper heels down a ***** alley
we drive around in your car all night stealing candy bars and other little things that make us happy
I have a baby pink aura and a soft rainbow heart
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
life doesn't stop, it hits you hard
right when you least expect it
and the people you thought cared about you
just don't
and they will say they are sorry
but they aren't
and its so hard to be happy every second of every day and
its exhausting the amount of times i put others before myself
and how much i care about people
when nobody cares about me
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC