Your bear-like hands would guide me
on a training-wheel-less bike
while holding me tight so I
would stay balanced long enough
to make it to the street’s end.
You nestled your cigarette
between your thin lips as you
cheered me on, hoping I would
make it by myself this time.
It would end like my other
attempts- a sudden crash, then
tears as big as blueberries
and your comforting bear arms
engulfing me, your baby.
I am now the proud owner of a replica necklace Matthew Lillard wears in SLC Punk.
And I got a new spiky ear cuff
I'm making a battle jacket. I think I'm gonna put spikes on the cuffs.
We do be fine
Red Baron poem I wrote cause why tf not
Date night
(join the community) It was too long so yall gonna have to read the article. anyway heres a poem about how the writing community is the best community on gamejolt:
Protested today. We ARE out here doing what we can do fight hate.
I'm old now
New custom doll incoming
The last month been like-
God, I hate it here
Tune in next year when I have to go to grad school
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