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Last night, I saw you walking by yourself and I couldn't help but notice how lonely you looked.
I screamed out your name, but the wind was howling and you couldn't hear me.
And I tried my best to catch up with you, but God cursed me with short legs and I couldn't reach you in time.
And now you're alone again,
and so am I.
-o.b.
Please come find me.
Mary K Sep 2015
these emotions inside
building up up up
until the fire raging inside of me is screaming to be let out
and suddenly i let go, just let go
channel the rage and fear and despair and hope
i scrape up every last bit of hope from between my bones
and unleash the fire on the world
suddenly everything is ablaze and the only sound in my ears
is the howling wind
working with me, doing what i ask
and making the flames rise higher higher higher
and making the fire spread quicker
until a moment passes and i can feel with every ounce of my body
that every part of the world is burning like the sun
the water of the ocean is replaced with the inferno of my mind
every city is engulfed by the conflagration that i produced
i did this
and i look around and watch the world burning
see the whirls of fire spinning round round round
watch the people dying
and will the pain and guilt that i know should follow
except no wave of terror overcomes me
no grand realization that i'm the weapon of mass destruction
i know i should but i don't feel like the monster i know i am
nothing happens to me as the crackles and pops of the holocaust smoking suddenly explodes and the scorching flames shoot out in every direction
until my knees buckle from the depletion of my energy
and the tears i now cry fizzle on my cheeks
and when at last a teardrop reaches my nose and drips down
the fire fades to embers
and i'm forced to recreate the world out of the ashes
i might have gotten really into a book and then wrote a poem sorta based off of it and maybe i let my emotions take over and so maybe this isn't good but sorry for feeling things so deeply
Raghu Menon Jul 2015
The distant howl of a fox
The high pitch sound of crickets
The croaking of the frogs
The light sound of the drizzle

This music of the Night
Makes me dreamy and happy
And I am slowly
slipping into the night's sleep
6-July-2015
11.55 pm.
Sarah Helen Jun 2015
The grey wolf is a wildly adventures animal with a dangerously free spirit.
Loyal creatures they hunt in packs, and at night they come together to howl at the mother moon.
Mother moon is always listening to all her creatures on earth.
Connecting them closer to their surroundings.
The moon brings a frost in the air freezing the trees at night.
Wolves are explores by nature they roam the lands.
Predators running through the forest addicted to the feeling of dirt, snow, and various plants between their paws.
The wolves howls fill the air the of the quiet forest.
GMB Jan 2015
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There's a celestial pain that trickles beneath my skin
As it suffices...
I find beauty for the state I'm in
For as the roots flow deep,cutting through my heart strings

Playing a symphony


that you'll always win.
roots=veins
Dark Jewel Oct 2014
Wolf adorns her howl,
Almighty Jewel of Snow.
Controlled by Auroras shadow,
Slipping through the wood.

She is a beta,
Walking in the path of Omega.
She is marked by the moon,
A star upon her brow.

White as snow,
Pure holiness.

She searches for mateship,
Someone to be with for eternity.
Even as wolf of Aurora,
She is Mortal as can be.

Thy Jewel of Snow,
Tranquil by Ice.

She will become Omega,
To find the mate.
For the rest of their lives.
George Cheese Oct 2014
My spirit soars in the squall,
tempestuous wind howling my body away,
a frenetic ire known only to me, all-consuming.

Then comes peace, bluster departing.
I spin silently through troposphere,
feeling the sudden gravity as I plunge.
storms and all that. can't get enough of storm metaphors in my writing. thought i might as well go the whole hog.
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