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Depression visits often

He’s the kind of guy
Who doesn’t wipe his
Shoes before entering
And leaves traces of
Himself through out
The house

He keeps to himself
But you can always
Find him washing down
His doubts with cheap wine
Or writing a love poem
That never gets delivered

When it’s time for him
To leave, he usually
Prolongs his goodbyes, but
When all is said and done
He quietly sneaks out
Without me noticing

Even though he’s gone
I leave a key under the door mat
Because I know he will
Be back soon.
I made it through most nights
With shots and sobs.
My nights are now a thousand shades darker since you left.
Our relationship was like black coffee

More bitter than sweet
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Bright
The light
Nobody
Ever saw her
Until she walked slowly into the room
Made up in all black short skirted leather
All eyes on her
No one looked
At her
Eyes

Pins
Dropped down
Collided
On the hard floor
The crowd in the room had fallen silent
The intensity of her gait gave pause
To the hushed crowd
All blinded
By her
Smile
A story within a poem

{~~~}

I’m the only one left.
My pack was killed off, one by one.
Death shadowed me
Followed everywhere I went
Soaking my fur black
Killing my sight

I remember the look on her face
Her fur matted in the chase
Teeth stained red
Eyes with a wild dying light
Her muffled breathing slowing
I felt her life stop underneath her chest

Then you came
You saw your trophy on the ground
Next to a live one
You drew a silver stick
The sun glinted off like water with light
You stuck it in my side

You drug it up my already dead fur
Ripping up my flesh
I felt it clack against my ribs
With a sick yelp
I turned my tail and ran
Away from your prize

I wandered the forest alone
With Death on my back
Running from you
The stick was still in my side
Red water ran down my skin
Pooling everywhere I went

I could smell you following me
That is all that kept me on the run
I could feel my life drain away
I was slowing
Enough for you to catch me
Enough to finish the ****


It was at the field of feathers you found me
Just beyond the pines
I was lying, panting from the chase
Death was staring me in the face
And when my vision cleared I saw you instead
Watching me carefully

You had your loud stick at your side
Your face was hard like rocks
You just watched me
I stared back
Prepared for death
I’d die the lonely wolf

Your face softened
You neared closer
I had no strength to protest
You dropped lower
Almost crawling towards me
While I was crawling toward the darkness

You were just a blur now
Your hand closed around the silver stick
While your other hand traced the wound
You looked at that hand
Which was now blurred red
You muffled something softly

I looked up
A growl rose in my throat
I could see it
I couldn’t let it happen
You jumped back
The loud stick raised at me

I dragged myself to my feet
Snarling while red water fell over the feathers
It was so hard to see
But I could smell it
The intention to ****
You edged back

I took off running
Coming right at you
You howled at me
I was at full sprint now
But your stick
It howled loud and quick

That’s when I felt it
The burning in my chest
My eyes widened
I fell and stumbled
Feathers stirring in the sky
I tried to prop myself up
But I couldn’t

You stared at me
I panted out what was left of the red water
I whined at you
Just turn around
I barked; yelped helplessly
It was too late

The bear that was behind you
Struck you down
Tearing your flesh wide open
The red water was everywhere
I couldn’t do anything
I could only watch

The bear finally stopped tearing
It’s black eyes stared at you
A moment longer
A heap of red flesh
Barely breathing
It wandered off into the pines

I whined at you
You cried back
Darkness was on the edge of everything
Closing in on me
Closing in on you
I could hear your pain

I dragged myself closer to you
Whining
I could make out your eyes
Wide with fear
I groveled closer
You gingerly twitched your hand

I was close now
I could feel your life against my fur
Beating slowly
Your were almost gone
I licked an apology on your hand
I’m sorry

You looked at me
Your hand moving up my drenched fur
You grabbed the silver stick
And slowly drew it out
It didn’t hurt
I was already broken

You looked at me
And breathed one last time
I saw myself in your blue eyes
You had a soul too
I filled myself with air
And howled for the last time

A ragged voice in the night
Blood-red feathers in the sky
Floating to the stars
I was singing for me
I was singing for you
I was singing for us

My shoulders slumped
I fell to the ground
My sight was gone
I couldn’t feel you dead-still next to me
But I could still hear
My song echoing

Wolf song
If we should die tonight
We should die
 together

{~~~}
This is more of a story
It's about a wolf whose pack get killed off by a hunter. This wolf is the last one left, and while he was laying next to dead friend, the hunter appears and stabs the wolf with a knife. The wolf runs for a long time, close to death. He realizes he can't run anymore so he lays in a field of dandelions  (described as feathers)
The hunter sees the wolf, with intention to **** him, but while he watches the wolf suffer in pain he realizes what he's done.
The wolf then sees a bear behind the hunter, and the wolf's protective instincts take over. He uses the last of his strength to attempt to attack the bear, but the hunter mistakes the wolf for trying to attack him. He yells at the wolf to stop, but he doesn't. He shoots the wolf in the chest, disabling it. The bear attacks the hunter and leaves him to die.
The wolf sees that the hunter as a soul just like him, and crawls to the dying hunter to comfort him. Licking his hand is away of submitting to the hunter, and apologizing.
The hunter dies and the wolf is filled with the sadness of loosing another pack-mate.
He sings a song for him, and himself.
The song is translated into something like
"If we should die tonight,
Then we should die as brothers."

© Copywrite Lycan
Left behind, bruised and broken.
Emotions inside, never cry.
Sleeves remain down, until tonight.
No fear, though I'm not alright.
"I'm fine," though I'm really dying.
Look in my eyes, oh so dull.
I was fat, look at me now.
I still don't eat, I'm becoming skinny.
Am I your perfect princess, really?
My thoughts, remain suicidal.
I will never be someones idol.
I know, because I already tried.
This is not a love poem
I do not love you
Although I know I could
This is not a love poem
This is not a questioning
But a way of saying
I care more than I let on
A way of confessing
I think about you
More than I wish I did
I wish I could hate you
It would be much easier that way
I could write about it
And move the **** on
But I am stuck
Aware of the time I am wasting
By contemplating it all
By thinking too deeply
I can guarantee you
This is not a love poem
If it was
I would speak about the light in your eyes
How your smile
Is one of the brightest things I have ever seen
Your personality
One of the most addicting
If this was a love poem
I would tell you how much I want to kiss you
I would outline your lips with metaphor
Compare your tongue to honey
Write your body into a sonnet
And tell you how badly I crave it
I would tell you
How much
I long to be with you
How I want to waste
All of my moments with you
I would tell you
Everything I wish we could do
But this is not a love poem
So instead
I will tell you of how badly I want to slap you
Tell you that I hate you
That I want absolutely nothing to do with you
But the problem is
None of that is true
I could very well
Write you a love poem
But I don't think it would do much
I still don't think it would be enough
To make you have enough time for me
And the thing is
You are far too busy
For a girl who has all of the time in the world
She will never admit she's been waiting
But is a ticking clock in disguise
So much time has already been spent counting
All of the seconds
Each minute
Every hour
Days are milestones
Time is limited
It is better spent together
And I would much rather
Be alone with you
But this
Is not a love poem
I cannot incite beauty in something inconsistent
There is no romance
Only disappointment
And let downs
They are easy enough
To get used to
Do not ask me why I have trust issues
Ask everyone who has ever left
My hands do not touch without prints
Without leaving some sort of permanence
They say stay
Don't go
I want so badly
To push you away
But stay
Don't go
Because the way I think of you is a love poem
The way I speak about you is a love poem
The way that I talk to you is a love poem
The way that I can't get you off of my mind and out of my head is a love poem
The way I claim to hate you, avoid you, and pretend to despise you is a stupid ******* love poem
You are the love poem I cannot stop writing
This is a ******* love poem
This is my surrender
So please stay,
Don't go.
Photograph by Andrea Gibson

I wish I was a photograph
tucked into the corners of your wallet
I wish I was a photograph you
carried like a future in your back pocket
I wish I was that face you showed to strangers
when they ask you where you come from I
wish I was that somewhere you come from every time you get there
and when you get there
I wish I that someone who got phone calls and postcards saying
"wish you were here"
I wish you were here

and autumn is the hardest season
the leaves have all fallen and they fell like they were falling
in love with the ground the
trees are naked and lonely
i keep trying to tell them new leaves will come around in the spring
but you can't tell trees those things
they're like me they just
stand there and don't listen
I wish you were here

I've been missing you like crazy
I've been hazy-eyed staring at the bottom of my glass again
thinking of that time when it was so full it was like we were
tapping the moon for moonshine or
sticking straws into the center of the sun
and sipping like icarus would forever kiss the bullets from our guns
I never meant to fire you know
I know you never meant to fire lover I
know we never meant to hurt each other
now the sky clicks from black to blue and
dust looks like a bruise I've been
wrapping one night stands around my body like wedding bands and
none of them fit in the morning they just
slip off my fingers and slip out the door
and all that lingers is the scent of you
I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well
all the wishes in the world would come true

do you remember
do you remember that time I told you I've never seen
anything more beautiful than snow
falling in the glow of a street light
electricity
bowing to nature
mind
bowing to heart beat
this is gonna hurt
bowing to I love you
I still love you

like moons love the planets they circle around like
children love recess bells I still hear the sound of you and think of
outcasts who stutter beneath
braces and bruises and acne
are finally learning that their
rich handsome bullies are never going to grow up to be happy
I think of
happy when I think of you

so wherever you are I
hope you're happy
I really do
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking I
hope your lungs are open and breathing this life
I hope there's a kite in your hand
that's flying all the way up to Orion and you
still got a thousand yards of string to let out I hope you're smiling
like God is pulling at the corners of your mouth

'cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I'm still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat

and I wish you were here
I wish you'd never left
but mostly I wish you well
I wish you my
very
very
best
i learned this by listening to her recite it, so i broke up the lines and stanzas according to her breath and emphasis. no promises for 100% accuracy. i wholly recommend listening to this
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