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The Last Stuffed Bear

Poetry By: iJason
Poetry


Tags: Jason, Tru, Gay, Lgbt, Glbt


This is basically, just a story about love and lost. About a person, who’s gone through a lot, and, finally finds someone that they think is perfect, but the person leaves. It’s a classic hurt. They grab on and beg for a second chance but fails roughly. The whole poem is in metaphorical term and I used ‘’ it ‘’ instead of he or she. I do that a lot, because of people reading. I try not to favor one gender. So, either way, if it’s a guy or girl, biologically, they can relate. Or, for transgendered people, it’s insulting to play with the genders.


Submitted:Mar 15, 2013    Reads: 23    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


The Last Stuffed Bear.

Like a child, innocent and confused,

Sees what it wants, never having to choose.

Losing its mind, never thinking twice,

Cries for its desire with a grip firm and tight.

Its cheek fiery red and deathly full,

The eyes are swollen and leaking of null.

Everyone around it is its witness and they must all testify.

Never again shall the love solidify.

It holds on tightly and screams for dire life.

Decidophobia takes over.

It curls into itself after the final pull.

Giving up is no option.

The sky turns into burnt sugar, and the clouds look like an opposite fog.

No witnesses left, they've all left and seemingly gone.

It's over now and it's all done.

Left alone, lost the special someone.

Loved and lost, never held back.

Isn't that the right thing to do? Block the impact?

Gave its heart out and now it's all in vain.

Basically jumped in front of the moving train.

Yet still, even after the let go, it grabs again,

Asking for a second chance because it needs its stuffed bear.

The screeching claws of a slap to the face,

Knocks the mind in an odd, wrong place.

As it hits the floor and goes into awe,

Even it was surprised by the sudden rip from the paw.

Never had it suspected that, this was the bear once loved,

Acting like a murderer who extirpated the law that was love.

Near taciturn in a small, enclosing world.

Everything pauses as the reality of it all sinks.

Moment of silence for the funeral of a thought.

Set fire to all the trumpets that supported the love that fought.

Again, once more, it retreats to itself,

Cuddling and sinking its face into its lap, gnawing at its lip.

Not holding anything against it or anyone it assumes,

The mindset of falling off the edge of a brink.

For, love is just a myth, and finally it made its way.

It thought that the alone days were over.

Never having anyone to love or to be love by, starved maybe?

Over excited that might have ruined the night.

It sighs and bobs its head to a mute beat,

Drawing circles in the sky.

What was witnessed can't be beat.

Love isn't here anymore so what's the big scare of the word ' die '?

All it wanted, was something to hold onto, to show and share the pain.

To know that life was worth living after all, being alone shall not be the blame.

But, alas, the dream is never true and it was meant to be. From warmth, far from near.

And once again, it recites to itself, '' I'll never get back the last stuffed bear. ''.

This is basically, just a story about love and lost. About a person, who's gone through a lot, and, finally finds someone that they think is perfect, but the person leaves. It's a classic hurt. They grab on and beg for a second chance but fails roughly. The whole poem is in metaphorical term and I used '' it '' instead of he or she. I do that a lot, because of people reading. I try not to favor one gender. So, either way, if it's a boy or girl, biologically, they can relate. Or, for transgendered people, it's insulting to play with the genders.





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