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Silver Wolf Jan 2014
You wake up to the sounds of foreign beeps and buzzes
Pounding their way through your eardrums
Invading your head
Manipulating your thoughts
You find yourself strapped down by some invisible force
You can’t quite make out
Opening your eyes is too hard
Drenched in layers of sweat
Built up from last night’s visions
Clearer than the sunlight
Faintly glowing outside
Wait
Is it even daylight?
You don’t even know
Or remember
There are no windows in this place
White walls drowning out your thoughts
Your ideas
And replace it with sterile censored
Fakeness
This phony face you stole from the inmate who
Sometimes invades your privacy
Feigning clemency
All doctored up in a silver platter in the form of
Syrupy voices laden with empty promises
Emptiness screams louder than parties and bars packed with people
It seems as if no one is here
Yet everyone’s watching
Spirits haunt this prison while i sleep
They are always here
They never leave
Whispering my mistakes
Constantly reminding what I could have been
And never will
Make them go away
It finally dawns on you
This is the place of nightmares
And there is no escape
Silver Wolf Jan 2014
Eye liner smudged
Rimmed in black smoke
Darkness begins to blur
Forming shadows that hide in dark crevices
Wings feather out
And darken
Dripping with sadness
Innocence glistens
As hazel speaks the truth
That no one wants to see
Clarity epitomized
And set free
Silver Wolf Jan 2014
Her face trapped behind a shiny glass
Ethereal traces of humanity evaporates into gray
Smoke curls about
Resembling satin ribbons laced with ash
It all seems like
Another world parallel to mine
Surreal
Going through the motions
She paces about from point a to point b
Hair feathers across her forehead
So eyes can hide secrets behind
Comforting curtains
Her only sense of security
Obscuring the view
Drained of color
Whitewashed orbs
Stripped of emotion
Of passion
They mechanically follow you
Fixed on something you can’t
Quite make out  
Blank
Unfocused
They pull you in
Her delicate fingers curl
And you can see veins
Extruding
And flex
In and
Back
Out again
Time slows
Decreases to a halt  
And the smoke continues to grow
Filling up every last corner
Breathing becomes labored
She presses against the glass
Dreamlike
Drawing smooth fingertips across
A thin layer of condensed vapor
Covering  coating the glass
Her mouth screams out
But silence blankets
Deafening
You can’t quite hear what she has to say
Because of this boundary
That supposedly divides
Separating your reality from
What she once knew
What she thought she will always know
The glass
It’s not solid
But liquid moving molasses
Ever so slowly
Right before your eyes
Clean air gets claimed by the grasp
Of smoke
And the choking
Begins
The glass is actually
Quite fragile
In nature
Waiting to be questioned
Tested
By those brave enough
To look past
Beyond glass walls
And venture into the abyss
But it can’t be moved
Flexed or bent
Towards your point of view
Or hers
Because
You finally found the key
That unlocks doors
That could not be opened
You’re finally beginning to discover
How close you are to the outcome
Yet further than you’ve ever dreamed
And everything tangible slips into the ether
What you think you see
It’s not really there
And neither is
The girl
The glass suddenly disappears
Along with the girl
Who turned off the lights?
Blackness takes over
And it’s all just a dream
They are just figments of your
Imagination
Just mirrors
Reflecting lightness
Silver Wolf Jan 2014
Blonde hair hangs heavy
Soft to the touch and coated with oil
Barely touches the shoulder
As it curls outward
He wishes it was longer
Clad in black band t-shirts
Skinny jeans that were outgrown years ago
Sneakers accumulated grunge
His feet prefer to be bare
As well as his legs
Straightness defines his body
No curves
No waves
He yearns for the softness of shape
The feeling of roundness
And a pair of hips
Beneath his fingers
Polish to adorn his nails
And studs through his ears
Among other things

His blue eyes cry sad memories
They speak words no one else knows
This is not my body and never will be
Until I reclaim my stolen femininity

She strips off her mask
Her false identity
Spins around
Blonde curls cascade down her back
A shimmery black dress swirls
Making waves
Along with a pair of silver stilettos
Leaving a legacy wherever she walks
Black lace gloves guide the way
Acrylic nails
And smoky eyes
That tell stories without words

Paint me female
She says standing tall and proud
Your words can’t hurt me
They never have
And never will
I am stronger than I ever was before
If you try to break me one more time
I will kick you with my stilettos
And whack you with my purse
Silver Wolf Jan 2014
Your breath thaws my heart
Your smoke fills my lungs
Inhale in
And then out
Igniting my once dead spark
My inner passion
Leaving traces of sandalwood residue
Behind
You’re incense warms me up
Burning fires in places
Once abandoned
Expanding
Moving
Flowing
Opening portals
Unlocking doors
Bits of ash scatter across and dust floors
Curling tendrils float on up
Touching dark crevices
That finally see the light
Smoke please heal me
Take me on a ride tonight
Silver Wolf Jan 2014
It was hungry
Starving, catatonic grin plastered on its
Countenance
Growling
Crimson lips curling back
Dripping with
Broken promisesand
Pictures flashing
Buried under years of regrets
And your lies
Random letters pieced together
Forming words
Arrangingandrearranging into
Sentences
Connected
Piece by piece
Threaded through
Forming a story
Of what once used to be
Familiar
Now strange
So you cover up
Again
And again
With another tale
Your story of the situation
Erase what happened
Replace with another lie
And another
Memories flashing in reverse
Unearthed trying to surface like
Your bones protruding through an ashen membrane
Too thin
Like a rubber band
Waiting to snap
A memory pushing
Penetrating
A soul breaking free
Breaking the metal of
stone cold cage
Scattering fragments in the air
Dispersing your negativity
And your eyes crystalize
Harden into the ice daggers of an eye
Draining all the light
Of your conscience
Gouging bullet holes through your flesh
Leaving behind scars
Staining what was once white
Red
Silver Wolf Jan 2014
The ink on your skin defines you
Spelling out plans for a better tomorrow
Pictures speak a thousand words they say
The lines define you, they bind with you
Patterns shapes and designs
It’s all the same
Despite what they may say
We’re all the same at heart
Shades and tints of the color of the day
Let the similarities overshadow the subtleties
The variances in the direction of the lines
But all ink fades away over time
Permanence is an illusion we all wish to hold on to
Yet deep down we know nothing lasts forever
Because the world is changing
Evolving ever so slowly
Into something more beautiful than before
As the hands of a greater universe
Entwined together they create a force
Exceeding expectations of a history past
Releasing a thousand sliver butterflies
Sometimes we see them in the shape of a tattoo
Flying high
Or
Soaring across your best friends back
And you trace your finger over it
Reliving the memories
And shaping them
Creating your own destiny
Out of
Love
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