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When I was a young man
a pack on my back off for
adventures I'd go with just
the few belonging I had on
my back
I'd take myself down to the sea and to there lived the life of a free man a loner Is what I was happy to be for no one did I
All that I had was the sky sea and the sand only other sound being that was that of the seagulls who made their nests In the cliff above
Falling to sleep to each night to the sounds of the sea to wake In the morning to Incoming tide awake and refreshed from the salt sea air for this was another day I'd live being
With a pack on my back all had In to the world  I'd go and to live by the sea to live a free man
David Abraham Nov 2018
I can wipe away tears
and wrap my arms around a friend
to comfort him
when I am saying goodbye to someone I have known since the day I was born
but I cannot hide the turmoil so well
when I crouch on the bedroom floor
packing for him
getting ready to live without him.
2355 November 15 2018
Poetic T Aug 2018
Cuteness wasn't this adorable,
                 "Buy1 get 1free"

Never one to let bargains growl at me..

                 I brought the pack!!
                           ­          "Smitten"
Louise Joyce Jun 2018
The distance,
Trees swaying in the moonlight breeze,
Cold stones,
Yet warm hearts,
The pack howls from the den in the cliff,
As if they were free souls,
Up the stairs to the humans den,
Danger lurks under the moon,
Pads Prodding on the rock hard floor,
Cracking in the winter nights,
2 pups had died,
2 more to go.
Copyright - Im not telling anyone to **** the pups, I mean they die from natrual selection.
Cat Fiske Jun 2018
I used to buy over priced Cigarettes,
To mask my pain and regrets.
I'd pack them on the dashboard of my car,
Like a man who beats a women until his hands scar.
I'd open my pack,
before my withdrawals would attack.
Rip off the plastic and remove the foil,
Carefully like you'd place a crown on someone royal,
Pull out the first cigarette by the filtered tip,
I made sure not to forget to flip,
As I put the cigarette back,
I pull out another by the filter from my pack.
Awtumn Jun 2018
I'm a lone wolf,
Howling at the new moon.
Crying out a prayer,
To a god that will never hear.
Begging for a pack,
Or just another lone wolf.
But I'm destined to live in shadows,
Trapped in a cage
Of my own design.
“Wolves may show the eye of maleficence, understand what it means.”

“By all means, become an abomination, but only when unhinged by grief or wrath.”

“You love life because life is all there is.”

It’s true what they say about wolves. To me, the wolf represents freedom. A type of freedom without borders. A freedom that cannot be taken away. A pack is a pack and each of them carries one another their pack within them. “The strength of the pack is the wolf, the strength of the wolf is the pack.” So to speak. If one drifts or is out of order, one look, or growl can mean something. Or everything. A very interesting point is that the Alphas mate for life, or until the other passes. Wolves represent loyalty. They are loyal to their pack mates and have maybe the strongest bonds in the animal kingdom.

They are a Pack. They are family. They are One.
Cat Lynn Sep 2017
A young prince was born, in a liter of many puppies
He was a triplet of two sisters, but he was a different out of all the babies

The omega was his place, no one ever expected any bravery to be gained
He was afraid even of the smallest frailest creature. Fear was around his neck like a chain

One of his closest triplet, Princess had gone away, for she was a warrior now, strong and proud
While her brother remained on the sidelines, behind the  cheering crowds

The one that never left his side was the second sister, who was an Angel of Fire
A Fighter of beauty and demand. She was the alpha, and she flaunted her desires.

Terrified he was towards the world that seems gigantic and impossible to understand.
His Angel sister was his guardian, she helped him to conquer the land

His hunger grew wild, his  desires flew fast.
He became the strongest one, the bravest pup of the pack

His soul was loyal to his family around him,
He always gave kisses, his love was never trimmed

Until one day, He went out for the first time alone,
He saw the gate opened that led to an empty road!

His burst of joy took over as his father barked in fear and warning
He stopped and turned around, but suddenly, he felt his paws shaking.

His ******* marble eyes looked up, there was no mercy as the car crashed against his skull
His uncle, mother, sister, and father rushed to him, watching his dying body fall

His tail wagged in discomfort as he gave a final kiss
Knowing that his time has finally ended, everyone around him was his bliss.

His whimpering cries slowly came to an end
This was the end of a Prince. The Prince, my old loyal friend.
Prince was a dog I used to train and take care of, he was the least expected to run out into the street. Now my old buddy is gone. R.I.P Buddy.
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