Lost And Found Lover

A poem by Artemis W Ursidae



You lost a pair or more
A pair or more
While looking for your paramore


Maybe you were just in love
With hearing you were good enough
And mistook that for me

Maybe I just wanted to
Feel like I was good for you
So I just couldn’t see

Maybe we can both regret
Until we learn to just forget,
Then start new misery.

Maybe….
But that won’t work for me.
…maybe….

Maybe if you stopped
looking for lovers
In the lost and found
You’d find someone
who met your standards
To fucking keep around!

You found a pair or more
A pair or more
While casting out your paramore

Whew! That took a while! My deepest apologies to anyone waiting, but 2020 has been a busy year and it has been harder and harder to write. I appreciate each and every reader, both new and those who have stuck with me through all this.

Thank you to all my patrons! Who have deemed fit to support my writing over at https://www.patreon.com/TheBearQueen. You all give me the drive to keep writing and fill my heart with joy that I’m being read.

Special thanks go out to Icon! ❤

To Be In A Crowd Alone

A poem by Artemis Gannon

The woman,
who I knew rather
well, was screaming

to be

heard. Whatever
she said, and I knew exactly what it was
didn’t matter, I heard while standing

in a crowd.

And everyone, except the doctors,
say that she is not
screaming, that I am

alone.


Thank you to all my patrons! Who have deemed fit to support my writing over at https://www.patreon.com/TheBearQueen. You all give me the drive to keep writing and fill my heart with joy that I’m being read.

Special thanks go out to Aurynn Shaw! ❤

Hubris

A poem by Artemis Gannon



I don’t think
you can tell me
what I am.

Living without
mirrors, you
barely know yourself.


And I am too old
too broken,
too messy,
to make sense of.

A shifting wilderness,
navigable only by
One
who inhabits it.


By what sorcery do you transform incomprehension into confidence?
Reshape what is to sustain the silly silhouettes you sort with sordid satisfaction
You know nothing,
least of all my nature.
Yet still you think you may announce, with arrogant authority, what I am.

Burn.
Burn!
Burn!!

Thank you to all my patrons! Who have deemed fit to support my writing over at https://www.patreon.com/TheBearQueen. You all give me the drive to keep writing and fill my heart with joy that I’m being read.

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