wulfhug
I never have much to put for my bio, but I would like you all to know this, the wolf is apart of my soul, and I've had enough of denying it so. / My thoughts and my heart are always speaking to me, and I'd like to place them here. / Just a 17 year old girl who's love for canines and nature and great friends and japan surpasses that of a normal human being. Yes I live in the city, and I am in love with stars. / / I feel like I can be at home, here. / I love to love. I love to write. / The deep and complex languages of my mind will land here. / Much too, will the silly bits. / / Poems of: Well, look and see. / Against all, and nothing, I can always write poetry. / / I am friendly, speak to me! I'd love to make new friends on here :3 Young or old!~ I'll speak to you if I find you o interest. Thank you for reading friends.
I love you so much but
I'm not going to change for you sweety
I'm changing for myself
I'm changing at my own pace
And for what I believe
Will be in the greatest interest
of all who I interact with too.
Darling, hush and evaluate yourself
I allow you to respond to my changing
If you cannot be patient you may leave
It's alright.
If you cannot believe
It's alright, its alright
Your loving me doesn't mean you have to stay
Your loving me doesn't mean you have to go
Your loving me. Means you love
yourself first
If you have to stay / If you have to go
To love
Yourself first
Then do so.
But,
I have decided to take my personal journey more seriously.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
*whimsical
fickle
oh sweet precious way of grace
you elude me
only because
i elude
'you'*
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
*While I know
my dreams
are
running
down
a staircase
with.. ..shoe-laces.
.. untied ..*
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
I feel like a magic spell.
Cast upon hell, cast upon
everything right with this world.
I feel like an angel,
floating in my own head.
Singing words
into threads of melodic chance.
*here hope dies.
but I still live.
what a terrible, wonderful
nightmare and gift.*
Her essence remains,
it leaks into me, but...
only enough to keep in these
thick growing ropes of deceit
of a self
that cannot reside forever
*no one can see my little girl.
like I can see her.*
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
*Take me to a place where I can live.
Far away.
Where I can be, and I can stay.
Where I can relish everyday.*
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
"He inhales by tilting his thoughts slightly."
--Mina
*Then; a sigh.
It's like the wind blowing
over and around
a boulder inside.
It does not budge.
A breathy exhale,
does not better the weight
the sick soul carries
... but it tries.*
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
Does she feel alone?
Cuz her mother is gone
and her greatest achieve me
doesnt feel good at home
Does she feel pain?
Cuz her sons dad is vain
and killing her spirit every day?
Does she feel proud?
Of being so great, and herself, everyday she's herself
never late
Does it hurt her
to raise tones just to say the words that
wont reach her dear children each day
is she simple? perhaps
but still an overlap of chores
and chore for her heart
for her children adored
ah my mother
what strength
what loud, hard insane
a silly young thing
a wise women who sings out her heart
and her soul
loved herself and is bold
and is stubborn
when told
the words no, not too old
to discover her laughter and joys
not to old to try
to understand her teens voice
oh my mother
I'm sorry for being afraid
I'm sorry of dying alone
its a shame.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
Dear friend I'm sorry
*the serpents inside of me
they crawl all over
throughout my body
egged and born early out of fate
out of destiny
triggered like a batting clock
basking in their there-ness
waiting-- to be used
to be struck alive
energy
negativity
just hatch-lings of change
they shiver and squirm
find direction within
and then they get hungry
slurping at everything
till they've tasted the honey
and kissed at my pain
they
then
knew their game
and
they eat it away
all my irritant thoughts
****** dry as they burrowed inside me
all day
all my sighing when sighted
they lick up delighted
my plight unknowing, and innocent then
unaware of, yet
they were my friends
but
they grew
in length, and in strength, and in appetite.
Hissing and Searching
slithering through every part
a presence unfelt
until
they found my heart
like a thick sack of milk
what a goldmine
what a find
these two serpents big and old
have grounded me
found my touch
attached onto to my soul and mind
all the pain saved for their glory
and doomed for mine.
And I felt them
against my blood they moved like slime
those serpentine lines rolled up my spine
From my heart
through my stomach
to my right brained side
devouring me
and stealing my time
and they **** me
they **** me
even today.
Even as I'm reaching for Goodbye*
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
Animal,
Wonderful animal,
Poor glorious animal.
Let. Me. Win.
Let me kiss each knuckle,
Goodnight.
Rub your palms against the soles of my feet...
And purity bless you creature
Make you rich
With Play and Excellence
You,
Brilliant beast of burden
Die...but grace this planet softly
Violently.
Be. Go. You lovely piece of wilderness.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
*If I extend a paw,
my toes would separate, and I would admire the webs betwinx my pink pads. I would glance at them, with large light green eyes --
moistened and glistening from my tears.
I would be sad.
So feathered down, like a ghost goose whose body was given to flames.
Roasted and seasoned to bless the bellies of hungry children. Selfish, foolish children.
I would not bring my skull to motion
and only twist my heavy living frame.
Simply, stretch this paw of mine farther out.
Giving my body to sensations. To relaxations.
These muscles unaware of their tightness, their knots.
And when all doing so, all senses would fairly appreciate...
granting me with gentle gratuitous pleasure.
Now, out ahead my cold paw remains,
this rugged elongated snout of mine shut.
When my whiskers turn and my nose acknowledges the odor the breeze lends, the sweat being stolen from my now frozen paw, aching to return into the warmer-haven against my chest.
To return and meld
into my fur just like all the rest. I shiver curled against myself, 3 paws touch one another, safe. My entirety lain to one side. One eye to the sky the other to the dust.
The other facing the dusk
that surrounds me, much as time does. And faintly I breath. It is the only thing I notice. A blank mind does not notice much but what is closest.
My life still going.
My lungs still pulling,
heart still beating,
blood pulsing,
fluids slipping down my throat, through my veins.
Function-- normal.
The disarray has left me empty,
tail tucked in time, in space, one that pushes steady forward.
No one has the power to halt it. Nothing has the power to stop
neither this heart nor mind from crying out its faith..
I am blank........... but still
..active still..
Twitching a tail out limp
against the ground it flickers and flags.
Sway against the air it does, swaying for my soul.
Why does it idle? How long has it been? I cannot know any longer,
no-one can.*
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC