#wolverine - Hello Poetry

This castle of clay is all that remains Of my empire of sand and glass I can't explain this unwavering pain Since you went away My hands hurt. The constant migraine of your lost face Is with me to this day My hands hurt. They keep me awake I cannot take a moment's rest I must remain, to defend. Here I stand, in the sand Against the rain Against the pain you have left My castle of clay is all that remains And I will try to save it to my last breath My hands hurt. In the end All that you spent Was the love that I freely gave Surrounded by the dead I am spent Like the soldiers you did not send Save me now, Don't let me drown here in the rain. My hands hurt. The scars you left Have never changed It's still an open wound Standing here defending my land Protecting my empire of dirt. Defending my castles of sand and glass. Still here rebuilding my empire of dirt. Until the day (Oh, that blessed day!) Until the day that my hands Will no longer Hurt.

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Jan 4, 2018

Jan 4, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC

emo-slytherin

Empire of Dirt/My Hands Hurt

This castle of clay is all that remains Of my empire of sand and glass I can't explain this unwavering pain Since you went away My hands hurt. The constant migraine of your lost face Is with me to this day My hands hurt. They keep me awake I cannot take a moment's rest I must remain, to defend. Here I stand, in the sand Against the rain Against the pain you have left My castle of clay is all that remains And I will try to save it to my last breath My hands hurt. In the end All that you spent Was the love that I freely gave Surrounded by the dead I am spent Like the soldiers you did not send Save me now, Don't let me drown here in the rain. My hands hurt. The scars you left Have never changed It's still an open wound Standing here defending my land Protecting my empire of dirt. Defending my castles of sand and glass. Still here rebuilding my empire of dirt. Until the day (Oh, that blessed day!) Until the day that my hands Will no longer Hurt.

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The steel inside my forearm Has bent beneath the tremendous heat Of the forest fire burning in me How it roars and screams a passionate plea Not of agony but of fury Both in might and out of sight With hands outstretched Over top the sea of burning trees And temperatures boiling over uproariously You’ll hear the howl of this wolverine As it drowns out the earthly screams Of a forest fire Insurmountable and unquenchable by any stream

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Mar 22, 2017

Mar 22, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Wolverine

The steel inside my forearm Has bent beneath the tremendous heat Of the forest fire burning in me How it roars and screams a passionate plea Not of agony but of fury Both in might and out of sight With hands outstretched Over top the sea of burning trees And temperatures boiling over uproariously You’ll hear the howl of this wolverine As it drowns out the earthly screams Of a forest fire Insurmountable and unquenchable by any stream

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Sugar and spice and everything nice, Wolverine claws and a venomous bite, Armed to the teeth for a ***** fight: This is what teenage girls are made of. Maybe I fall in love too easily, But I’m just sixteen. And I’m just sixteen but When you cat call me and I pretend not to hear you, You call me catty as if it’s surprising. When you wolf whistle at me and I ignore you, You call me names that aren’t PG. I’m just sixteen but I’ve got news for you: I’m a she-wolf, far from domesticated so Whistling will do nothing for you. I don’t answer the call of any man, because I’m a lioness, and every time you catcall me You forget who does the hunting. You need reminding, to be put in your place. You’re a predator but I’m not your prey- No, you’re a predator but I’m much, much Much higher up on the food chain. Whistle and call all night long, I’ll chew you up and spit you out Like the kind of bubble gum that isn’t worth a trash can. I’d call you a pig, but pigs usually have a Higher IQ than you do. My bones are made of titanium, of Adamantium, and My rage came from the cosmos, and I control hurricanes with the water in my lungs. I am catty, And I am a ***** But you are a nobody, Food for the vultures and A piece of furniture to sharpen my claws on. You may be a knife, but my heart is a diamond. I am a diamond, and you are made of fossil fuels. We are both the product of years of pressure, But I took my disasters and made myself beautiful. You let yourself become ugly, nowhere to go Except standing on corners late at night, Pollution spilling from your mouth and your eyes. Leave me alone. That’s not me being ‘hard-to-get,’ no, That’s my wolf howl and the growl of my inner lioness. Leave me alone, Or else.

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC

hutchinson

Catcalling James Howlett

Sugar and spice and everything nice, Wolverine claws and a venomous bite, Armed to the teeth for a ***** fight: This is what teenage girls are made of. Maybe I fall in love too easily, But I’m just sixteen. And I’m just sixteen but When you cat call me and I pretend not to hear you, You call me catty as if it’s surprising. When you wolf whistle at me and I ignore you, You call me names that aren’t PG. I’m just sixteen but I’ve got news for you: I’m a she-wolf, far from domesticated so Whistling will do nothing for you. I don’t answer the call of any man, because I’m a lioness, and every time you catcall me You forget who does the hunting. You need reminding, to be put in your place. You’re a predator but I’m not your prey- No, you’re a predator but I’m much, much Much higher up on the food chain. Whistle and call all night long, I’ll chew you up and spit you out Like the kind of bubble gum that isn’t worth a trash can. I’d call you a pig, but pigs usually have a Higher IQ than you do. My bones are made of titanium, of Adamantium, and My rage came from the cosmos, and I control hurricanes with the water in my lungs. I am catty, And I am a ***** But you are a nobody, Food for the vultures and A piece of furniture to sharpen my claws on. You may be a knife, but my heart is a diamond. I am a diamond, and you are made of fossil fuels. We are both the product of years of pressure, But I took my disasters and made myself beautiful. You let yourself become ugly, nowhere to go Except standing on corners late at night, Pollution spilling from your mouth and your eyes. Leave me alone. That’s not me being ‘hard-to-get,’ no, That’s my wolf howl and the growl of my inner lioness. Leave me alone, Or else.

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