As days blur,
I see the pattern...
Grazing, sealing, purifying.
All that is hideous.
To make it seem beautiful.

I hide,
Behind a mask,
A shell..
A force field.

What seems beautiful,
Isn't true for the beast.

The Beast,
That is hideous.
When she's angry.

So as the pattern lays flat,
These days turn into weeks,
Weeks turn to months.
Months turn to years..

Not a lifeline goes by,
When a monster is involved.

And when it's involved,
It seems the sands of time,
Are frozen still.
Even in the wasteland,
Of Hell..

Thou knoweth my soul,
Creaking through the crevices.
Of my wooden heart.

Surveying every piece,
My skin has to offer.
Cool lips like fire,
To my frozen body.

Traces of flame,
Igniting my coat.
Skin feeling warmth of Fire.

Cool lips like fire,
Testing every crevice.
Pushing limits,
Unknown to a no-lover.

So this is what love,
Must feel like.

Replacing skin for fur,
That groan becomes a growl.
Those teeth to fangs.
Hands and feet to paws.

Morphing in the moonlight,
I strive to desire.
As White wolf,
I am apart of the moon.

I feel her sadness,
As she stares down at Mother Earth,
Her mind unwilling.
To desire him.

A howl escapes my jowls,
As one responds.
So loud and close,
I have caught my find.

Pounding into the earth,
I struggle to run faster.
Beyond the grove,
Is a male adolescent.

I wish to meet him..
I can almost smell his scent...

Wolfish grin,
Howling songs.
Fur of every,
Color I know.

Howling songs,
Hearts desire,
To have a pack of my own.

Howling melody,
Of all wolves alone.
*Until the Imprint is owned.

In the mist of all,
The pen is thy sword.
To guide words to a page.

Scribbling words,
Phrases forming.
Metaphorically speaking.
Like an actor with much,
Or too much.
Enthusiasm.

A heart is guided,
By its words.
The mind forms the phrases,
Pasting it to the page.

In the mind,
Images are forming.
Figuratively dancing,
In the eyes of the reader.

Many forms used,
Many styles created.
Forming phrases of wisdom.

The creator,
The master of this piece of art.
Forms Metaphors, Similies.
To say something.

A las!
Thy master piece is created.
Words pasted to the page.

This piece of art,
Was created by the writer.
Who is not afraid to share,
Their life story.
A writer by heart.
A Shakespeare in the making.

Creating poems of art,
Sharing their integrity.

They post their poems,
Unafraid to show their life.
That they live,
Everyday.

You are the star,
That shines.
On the darkest of nights.

You are a mate I love,
In these dark times.

With our hands joined,
Our bodies tangled.
The bond has formed.

You are a star,
Whose hand I've captured.
Unlocking your heart,
Before it ruptured.

You are my shelter,
My strength.
You provide love,
To keep me alive.
You care,
Even when times.
Are dark.
You love me,
All I ask is this much,
Provide love,
Keep at peace.
Hold me in your arms,
Forever comforted by thee.

You are my shelter,
In the times.
Of good and bad.
I love you,
More than you know.
Hold me for an eternity.

In choir,
You have to take things,
To the next level.

You have to try,
Not half-*** your way through.

I warned you,
Call me a *****.
It doesn't phase me.

You think your stronger,
Your not.

Your just a mortal to me.
A very weak,
Mortal.

Start trying,
The instructor may stop.
With the criticism.

Start singing,
Instead of sleeping.

Call me a *****,
I don't care.
Start a fight,
You better hope you survive.