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Jaanam Jaswani Sep 2014
Doesn't it seem so pointless
How the moon sheaths the sun, and says;
Learn to hold your tears back, darling.

And how the sun, so carefully, replies
Love, I shall shatter at your dancing will
For as long as it takes to dust off this cacophony


A beat, and they separate

The sun utters ever so slightly:
Remember me while you get dizzy
Or when you feel my light for you.


**'Tis as it was, ere the wolves came.
Dark Jewel Sep 2014
Glowing white,
In the  ebony  sky.
It's face smiles.

It's scars,
Visible by the naked eye.
All creatures stare to the sky.

Howling winds,
Transcendence.

The masters of the woods,
Look to thy moon.
Craving it's power,
That adrenaline.

Wolves of Color,
Alpha of Black,
Omega of *White
.

Thy pack howls,
Thundering through the forest.
All creatures run,
Caressing the hand of death.

One Beta stands out,
With eyes of ashure.
Fur of mane.

She who stands out,
Challenges the enemy.
Silver lines of worthy,
Claws of a lion.

Thy Beta wolf.
Stands mighty.

She is without pups,
Without love.
Without...
Sympathy.

The wolf,
Almost Archaic,
To the family.

She walk's alone,
Under the pale-faced moon.
Searching for hope,
Of finding love soon..
Jay Ash Sep 2014
The path, chosen, has got us thus far
the sun now at our backs
casting many shadows before us
shadows of ourselves

as the light fails
our objective is lost

our journey has been hard
but now we are lost

the wolves howl
as night descends

we no longer know where to go
when once, it was all we had dreamt of

our hope now wanes
as the moon in the dark

the stars once bright
now blurred with fright

which way do we go?
for dark is all around us
no light, no hope

all is lost
the end
Adam Johnson Aug 2014
I'm stuck inbetween wanting recognition and not caring who sees.
Because part of me just wants fame and the other wants release.
The two halves of my soul fight quite violently.
And it's ripping me apart.
I don't know which to feed
punk rock hippy Jul 2014
We're watching you they all whisper.
The trees collapse laughing,
the moon shows it's golden crooked teeth,
and the wolvess raise their heads to the judgment filled sky in agreement.
You're alone surrounded by these things watching you.
Nearby a stream is skipping across the rocks it mockingly  asks you,
"Little girl why are you crying? Inside of your cage of bones your weak little heart is dying.
Listen to the mean voices inside your head and maybe they'll set you free, smile for the stars so they can take your picture but smile big so they can't see your frown.
Always be perfect because someone is always watching."
My brain thought up a thought and I finally knew what the stream didn't mean to say.
I picked up my feet and began to run back to the place where I felt all alone.
I raised my head to the judgement filled sky just like the wolves and began to scream at the moon.
"Always be perfect because someone is always watching."
I snarled.
"I'm watching you and you're not perfect."
I howled to the moon.
"Your teeth are crooked and you're a sickly yellow not a gold."
I glare at the trees and laugh
"You are only broken."
I sang to the wolves
"This is your forest, be a king not a follower."
"I'm watching you"
I whisper.
This is one of my very first poems
Michael Amery Jul 2014
When the sun sets and madness comes to play.
I pray for you,
Please don't be far away.

The wolves howl as they hunt their nighttime prey,
I often ask,
Do they fear coming day?

I travel alone yet I am not lonely,
I close my eyes,
It is your smile I see.

I put these poor words to digital ink,
My sentiments;
Hello Poetry link.
november Jul 2014
for nothing in this world is free
so when the wolf says:
here, take a bite
he is merely talking
to himself about you.
Angela Mary Pope Nov 2013
There was a time that I lived in a place not too far
didn't feel so sure in my own skin
Tangled movements and mangled fur
my voice less of a purr and more just the wind

It's not that I'm bad
so much as don't know what's good
hard not to have envy
for that little red hood

He prowled through the forest
he growled there ever near
He knew not what love was
he lived only in fear

No he knew not what love was
so quick to attack
Anything to fill the hole left
by the affection he lacked

All the warmth of a grandma
he thought he might gain
by swallowing her up
unknowing his place in her pain

All the kindness of a child
he wished for so much
certain to have once
he made her his lunch

With everyone gone
He walked on in defeat
Wearing a red hood into shadows
With no love left to eat
Angela Mary Pope Jul 2014
Reality shifting in a way we could get to
if the world were just a bit flatter
when the truth of the moon is reliant upon the sun
where everything with matter cyclically scatters

surrounded by faces,
he sits lives lonely some
waiting in an empty room
she's knows no one will come

I've been outdone,
he traveled faster than you
you've been outrun,
she did better than I could do

its the way that time is spun
like wind on J's cling clang clatter
where complacency is hung
next to apron strings as a happily ever after

At least the ones that needed me
had the quiet decency of fair warning
that they signaled the cubs to eat away everything
the wolves couldn't use to play with me
bear Jun 2014
Fighting
day and night.
That's all we ever do.
We try to break each other's necks with our teeth.
I do it to stand up for one thing or another.
You do it to show you're in control.
RAGING. CLAWING, BARKING AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS!
We rip faces off, but why!
We use to trust one another
WHY DID THAT STOP?
Why do we want to **** each other every night!
But hours late expect to be normal again.
WE HAVE TURNED INTO WOLVES!
We have changed into blood thirsty animals!
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