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Calm is the storm when you’re away
Dreaming I’m sure of what I’m thinking,
And what desires I crave.
There’s a creature lurking behind the treeline
Of the distant forest, and a part of me
Yearns to adventure there
To see what ways it’ll have me.

A cage unlocked by undone straps,
Button, zipper, and tied laces,
And torn clothes from impulsive thirst
For more skin to be shown,
I know you crave it.

The bark will make its mark
As torn skin likewise will against it,
Follow me to the treeline,
Where none but the feral dare go,
To have their way
As the domesticated
Run for suburbia.

There’s nothing to fear
If your beast fights as mine,
For where’s the fun in vanilla,
When red is such a pretty color,
You don’t need to be careful with me,
Show me what you’re made of.

Tonight, let’s be the new urban legend,
And dismiss the thoughts of making it out alive
Or letting the sunrise save us from our fate.
32 lines, 237 days left.
Laokos Sep 2020
the   view
                            stands beneath
the carousel efforts
to blast through
impregnancy aBLOOM!!!!
(w)ith feral legacies
aligned intimately ornately
     posthumous adulterer
awakens    in               need
****** corrective agency
towards Fenitbow
           and Glightrovee  ab-surd as
qua as qua
asqua aqua qua
a^s is trite melody infer[no]
t a x i     yellowing  each pavement
by truth in yo ' fa ' ' lo ((lo))
    i by horns and turns
in plyable waves arrest
what justice      juices
quai noyh thlume
Alex Braun Aug 2020
I want to be thought of as wild, feral, absolutely uncontrolled,
I want people to see me as barely restrained,
I want my hair to be an total mess and my smile to be a little unnerving,
I want my hands to be as soft as the sweetest moss but my fists as rough as the stones beneath,
I want to look like I've just climbed a tree or I'm about to dive into the ocean,
I wish to be perceived as thunderstorm, a maelstrom,
I am lost but not looking for a way home.
rk Jul 2020
i couldn't be human
so i made a home
in the woods
i danced with the mist
and ran with the wolves.
i lay on the pine needles
wove leaves into my hair,
perhaps if you come looking
you will find me there.
- the wind sings my name.
rk Mar 2020
do not look for me here
i am running
barefoot through the trees
with the scent of soft pine needles
and moonlight on skin
my heart in my hands
wide eyed and free.
Diksha Prashar Mar 2020
Instead of stepping forward.
Her steps retreated.
Fading away with darkened clouds.
Without answering ferral howls.
Radhika Krishna Nov 2019
The cardboard box in the attic is shaking
In it you'll find a creature with no soul
When you open the box and stare inside
You'll find that it has stopped breathing
The wall behind it is looking down
Upon the rattling bundle of naked fear
The creature's hairs stand on end
In a rigid salute; no they won't bend
The dust is thick and filmy here
And no sound will ever reach your ear
But its feral urge to avenge its fate
Will not escape your wide-eyed state

A lifetime stuck in darkness
Will turn the sun restless too
So when the humans living downstairs
Who are much worse than you
Open the door to that ungodly world
The creature will let out a silent scream
And curse everything into oblivion
The slightest show of rebellion
Then a blink; the box resumes its shaking
The smell of fear stops the monsters from waking
And if by a mad whim,
you come across our attic you'll see
That this trembling creature is indeed me
Mark Toney Nov 2019
free-roaming feral
Australian mob of brumbies-
Snowy River man
8/21/2019 - Poetry form: Haiku - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Gale L Mccoy Jul 2019
a fight, tooth and nail
fingertips on glass
snarl breathless and feral
as breath fogs the mirror
push more
till your hands wrap around
the bare throat of
whom dares take your face
Andrew Rueter Apr 2019
I’m a performing circus bear
Traveling the world with my master
Who treats me as an equal
So we are comfortable companions
And make an amazing team
Performing spectacular shows for rabid audiences
Who don’t appreciate our effort
They try to antagonize and diminish us
But we remain stoic
Until today
A heckler grabs my ear
My feral nature gets the best of me
So I snap at them
I instantly realize my mistake
And so does my master
He shakes his head and walks away
Leaving me heartbroken
Without my only friend and protector
My overwhelming regret and sorrow make no difference
I’m reminded of where I stand with humans
As they euthanize me
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