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shooshu Jan 2016
“we were
soul wolves
stealing nights
& apprehending
other-worldly
shadows
beneath the
safety curtain
of a silent moon;
never meant to see
the light of day.”
|| shoo.shu ||
Aditi Kumar Jan 2016
I am invisible.

I make everything around me invisible.

But you touch my hand,
And I become a faint silhouette.
Faint, but still I am something none the less.
I am tangible,
When you hold my hand.

But you don't hold my hand very often.
You forget to,
Because you forget me.

But I am surprised
That when you open your eyes,
You don't see your empire crumbling around you.

Because when I stood next to you,
I made your world invisible.
You couldn't see the wolves behind you,
Because I was beside you.

But now, your whole world suddenly burst into light.
And reflected off the teeth
Of the monsters at your heels.
Don't forget about your silent guardians, who keep your demons at bay.
I am sorry that I scared you, Sir
It was not my intent
I'm just looking for my family, Sir
I do not know where they went
Have you seen my family, Sir?
Do you know where they are?
I am just a young pup, Sir
On my own I won't get far
What is that you're holding, Sir?
Can it help me find my parents?
I don't want to hurt you, Sir
Have you no forbearance?
What about my brother, Sir?
And the way we used to dance?
I could not fight you, Sir
I never stood a chance
I do not understand, Sir
I am but an errant youth
Why would you do this, Sir?
Please tell me the truth
How was I to know it, Sir?
That I had gone too far?
I can't see the borders, Sir
I don't know where they are
I would never hurt you, Sir
Why are you still lying?
My young life is now fading, Sir
And now I lay here dying
But I can't help but wonder, Sir
What did I possibly do wrong?
You came into my home, Sir
Somewhere you did not belong
I can see my mother, Sir
She is in the sky up ahead
I thought about staying, Sir
But I think I'll go instead
I'm sorry that I scared you, Sir
It was not my intent
But now I know the secret, Sir
You do know where they went
This poem represents a hunter killing a young wolf because he was afraid. I wrote it to help fight wolf hunting, if even by only a little.
Mr Mojo Risin Jan 2016
The man in the forest is frantic with prayer, the wolves call all in the dead of the night! He prays for an answer but no one is there, his meat is sweet by the boodthirsty bite. Lord you have forsaken the one who called you friend! but you've cast me aside in the dead of the night and the wolves will feast till my end.
Rosie Dec 2015
I like it rough.
I like when a guy slaps my ****.
I like it when he bites my lip.
I like it when he makes me gasp.

Naturally I liked rude guys.
Because if he's rough in the bedroom
He has to be rough everywhere else.
Right?

Wrong.

What I need is a patient wolf.
Patient until he gets me alone.
oni Dec 2015
incisors
cutting
ripping
down to marrow

filled with the sun
and singing to the moon

a creature
of dark and light
Meteo Nov 2015
What are the chances,

I keep seeing these wolves, and

you keep coming back?
GM Nov 2015
Lying in bed, silently shaking
As the wolves draw ever closer
Lifeless in fear I wait
The darkness fades away
My mind runs wild with anticipation
For the darkness draws closer
And the wolves reawaken
Swords and Roses Oct 2015
The wolves are at my door
I let them in
They are my friends

The wolves are at my table
I offer them food
They are hungry

The wolves are at my throat
I smile at them
They are just joking

The wolves are at my window
I am in pieces
They are satisfied
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