Elsa Bear

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through the mist
and all the confusion
i see him.
he's running towards me

a product of misery
she barely survived her childhood.
living on the verge of a breakdown
it takes all her energy not to cry everyday.

you always promised me that things wouldn't change
and that youd love me all the same
youd be there for me when i was happy or sad
youd wipe away every tear that i cried

i want to be loved
i want to be held.
i want to feel good
and i want to do well.

blank pages stare back at her
a book full of them
feeling uninspired she sits by her window sill
staring at the trees, the houses, the passersby.

if i left now
would your heart break?
would it mend again?
if i left now

me and you
against the world.
that's the way it's always been
you keep my sane,

the happy days were all just a dream
something to remember with a smile,
a thousand years ago it seemed.
i remember us together, walking hand in hand

i have felt many kinds of sadness
my world has fallen apart time and time again,
i have felt the standard issue sadness
that comes with being a teenager,

dear boy,
i want you to kiss me again
just once,
just softly.

sticky skin
smells sweetly of the night before.
a sultry summer night,
spent in a garden,

you see the world through cynical eyes,
because you always have.
maybe you'll never have
that happy ending,

A soulmate's for life.
so why did we throw ours away?
we live life,
day in, day out,

a hot summer night,
jazz rides the sticky air
and climbs in through my window.
the music of my memories,


every year
for 27 years
on the day he died,
her heart skips a beat,

i find you on the balcony,
staring into the sky,
lost amongst the stars.
you're far away,

weekends fly by,
without a word, nor a whisper
from long forgotten friends.
weekdays are drawn out

it's 5am and i'm still awake.
you're in my head again,
invading my thoughts and stealing my peace of mind.
i'm trying to sleep but i can hear you,

photos line her walls
posters, pictures, postcards
torn, ripped, cut, stuck.
finally it feels like home.


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through the mist
and all the confusion
i see him.
he's running towards me
calling my name.
through all my doubts
he runs to be with me
he catches my hand
and points to the moon
'i'll take you there' he promises.
he leans in
sweet kisses are layed upon me
as light as butterfly wings
he moves up my neck
my cheeks
my nose
and finally my lips.
light, delicate, passionate, needed.
like star crossed lovers
we've had our problems
we've jumped our hurdles
we've made it.
but now i'm waiting for the tragedy
the thing that will shatter us.
that tiny fear creeps into my head,
into my heart.
i push it away as he takes me by the hand
and leads me through the crowd.
my step falters
hazel eyes turn to stare at me
urging me forwards.
he pulls my hand
and i never look back.

Elsa Bear Comments

Elsa Brooks 27 December 2004

if only i knew how to delet comments

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dissatified exmember 28 January 2005

Elsa Honey NEVER be scared of what people say. It's good to hear it. It helps, even when you don't think it does. This IS a public site and your work IS good enough to read. You did say you were writing from experience and its your life you are telling us all about. Well when you share your life with people, you have to expect them to say stuff. Often things we don't like. Also remember if you are telling people about yourself you do have to watch how you say it. Just in case they get the wrong impression. Don't take it on, and continuee to be yourself. Just take advice from Poet Hound. He has some good advice to give.

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Rufina Moor 29 August 2005

I really enjoyed it. it's very nice and it flows well. light but deep at the same time :) Thanks. Nico

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Elsa Brooks 28 May 2005


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earyt etr 27 May 2005

Elsa, first off, wow.You are a poet. Most people who write poetry just find clever ways to rhyme words together, and slap a title on it.Others, true poets, write from the heart, and that is what I consider poetry. The rest? Well, thats what I call Glorified Commercial Slogans. Keep writing, you inspire us all.

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Iskandr Kreepor 25 May 2005

I love your work. I especially like your poem named Manufactured. I can relate to that one. Keep writing. Reading your work is something I look forward to. ^-^

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James Wright 10 February 2005

Hehe 'comes with maturity' I kill me.

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