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  May 2016 Little Bear
Torin
Somehow even in death my spirit lingers
My tremulous spirit as the tassles on a purple curtain
My dreams which consume me are airy thoughts of substance
Pulled in by hungry fingers and engraved upon the stone
Once I was water
But I died that past life as something to make you drown
Next I was evaporation
The wetness that I left exposed to brilliant suns
Then I became the clouds
Your eyes are skies and I pass them in different forms
Last I became the rain
And as I fall from uncertainty your skin feels all of me
I cover every inch of you
I am the red dress that you wear
Still, bones are bones
And bones are brittle
They live by magnificent half-lifes in our world
And then fall into the ever expanding ground
Its not a meaning
Its just the feeling going around
Round as the circle I try to draw
An inexplicable bridge to cross the ocean
An impossible feat of engineering and imagination
And always in all ways leading me
My feet
My staunch and heavy heart
My hair meant to be one of the first sights of your morning
My skin, and sin, and my repentance
My liberation, my salvation
The way no one else can touch me
No one else can save me
And no lover ever lived
Could wear the red dress the way you do
Get wet!!!!
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 May 2016
Writers are crazy
the most batshit eccentric weirdos I have ever met
they will insult you, your entire family
and your dog..
in such a way that you will be moved
your heart will take it's delight
you will be in awe of their delicious profanity.
it makes you want to be a mewling ****-fed flap dragon
how divine
how could you possibly refuse?
Little Bear May 2016
..
You inspire me to be me
You make me believe i am brave
You have shown me that courage
comes from within
You may not change the whole world
but You have blessed mine
i have never seen nor felt
such undeserved kindness
You are one of the few
i am indeed a simple soul
But i know what chosen looks like
i have met your kind before
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 May 2016
So many times i died
not knowing how to be saved
a victim of my innocence
unknowing
unaware
no knight
no king
only dragons to slay
with my childlike hands
but a soul can be strong
when the need is just
surviving
until the next sun
and the truest of Men
will show their face
saving the entire world
for just that one
Sometimes the smallest of things can mean saving the entire world for someone else.
Little Bear May 2016
Such warmth do i feel
soft skin on mine
feeling together
our glow sublime
your taste so sweet
so gently divine
your body a heaven
just like mine.
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