wolf
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I was always a wolf.
Before you loved me,
And after you left.
Just because i was tame,
doesn't mean i forgot my fangs.
I see it licking its lips.
Glowing red eyes in
the woods staring at a calf;
a small growl came;the wind
is howling. I stroll to see Goldie.
You better howl if you wanna be heard, wolf,
Sing it even if it sounds absurd, wolf,
Change is everything—now watch her turn, wolf,
What color red is she, I say.
Her fur so shining-smooth.
It bounces and rolls
like waves of water,
crashing as she runs through the night.
The ginger envelops the currant
Blood red words
My stinging cheek
A silver knife hides behind you eyes
This is not what I want
A small seedling should grow into a tree
For me,
you were a miracle,
a secret,
untouchable, youthful,
my favorite metaphor,
but it turned into the darkest poem,
you took what I had to give,
until there was nothing left,
The sound of growling crawls its way from
The dark of the forest, accompanied by
Faint, weak cries of hunger. A mother sets forth.
“There is no more time. With nearly
double double, toil and trouble...
the firelight quivers with every rumble;
the old woman's hands stir up the pot;
the air is stale with the smell of rot--
If I were a poet,
you would surely know it,
Even though this poet, will not show it,
He loves to go for it,
so here we go.
Once upon a time,
In a world so clean,
with the sky so blue,
Little Red and the Wolf
Once upon a time
somewhere far, far in the woods
there lived a little Girl in Red
who was raised to be "good".
How good?
Very good.
We all are not one as they say,
I hold only what I may,
I am an animal- No..Literally I am,
Nothing but a beast among beasts,
Chained even amongsts animals as the "judge" decrees,
Once upon a time in a land faraway
Lived a little Old Lady in the middle of the wood.
Now this Old Lady had left the village long ago
For she did not care what the villagers were tellling her that she should.
I was big and strong
But the outside showed me all wrong
New town new people
I was told "go make friends"
But I went through so many bends
Piggie piggie piggie
They thought I was icky
Once upon a time there was a young girl in trouble
She needed to pay for college but she had no money
So she crafted up a devious plan
It was so disturbing and dark she could not bring herself to say it out loud
Hunger drives anyone mad.
Food used to be plenty.
Water never-ending.
Then humans came.
Trees chopped.
Food hunted down to no end.
The pack chopped down.
Soon it was only me.
Once upon a time
A wolf was abandoned by his mother.
With no sisters nor brothers,
He became a family of one.
Days of roaming alone became weeks.
Then months.
Then years.
oh, the wild winds wail
the moon howls and the air stills
what does a father do
when his youngest asks for a flower?
the father comes across
on his return trip home
Like blood matting fur, the hunger
stems down the spine, sweetest torment.
And echoes in fear, a flash, blind
Contrast – the forest awash with red,
swirling, the scent in the breeze, buzz
One fine day in village keep
A boy so young and free,
Went out into the forest deep
To play amongst the trees.
And when he cried out "wolf!" if sacred
The people came to aid,
The Wolf
Why am I always seen as the enemy?
So what I ate granny?
She was behind on her business.
She hasn’t paid The Boss for her house
Once upon a time
In a land of song and rhyme
Was a girl named Little Red
With a hood upon her head
Who traveled through the wood
Carrying all the cookies that she could
To Grandma’s comfy home
A ravenous hunger
A wolf I am
Creeping up on it's prey
Silent but so deadly
Stalking the night
It's good to be afraid
A girl I used to be
A wolf I am
The Land of Trees
A Place that's quite green.
Filled with lush and so many hearts.
The beauty it offers is a luxury.
Nature is so vast...
there is so much we can do.
But I warn you...
You’re my best friend-
what should have been a modest prank turned into a sick plan
that left me squandering energy for your own entertainment.
You played me like a puppet
I...
developed into a wolf
of smart solitude
I...
lurked in the background
not seen nor heard
I...
Late one night, not far away;
A lost light wanders, trying to find the day.
She moans and wails, completely lost;
Her mind is ailed, heretics at deathly cost.
A wolf alone in the wood,
Not by choice but by cruel fate,
A social animal without a pack,
A mind consumed by hate.
Will you not take in the wolf?
No, of course, no one would,
Abandonment... Insecurity
Self-doubt
Has paved roads
Created an army
Constructed a masterpiece.
Instead of trapping
Caging
My conscience
It's built and mustered forth courage
Wolves grace along
in packs, the
beauty of their
fur ruffle in
the wind, snow,
and sun rays.
All so bright,
the wolf touches
The days slowly creep past me, so suddenly
And as the deepest orange sunray peek upon the horizon before making its appearance.. I'm alive
Lone Wolf
Wandering among a forest of pines
And through the chilling snow
Trying to find a place of warmth
as I lay Prints,
forward; the distance
as I drift,
lone wolf,
soft and furry
try not to scurry
sizing up a lion
we are not buying
no need to freak
the point is bleak
we live among you
its true
the name you gave us
I am awake yet not conscious,
Held captive in the no man's land between Consciousness and Oblivion.
The hours stretch on and on
And yet, peace still does not come.
I Am The Wolf,
Quite And Sleek,
You'll Never Find Me,
No Matter How Long You Seek.
I Hide In The Shadows,
For You No Not Witch One,
But I'll Make Sure You See Me Smiling,
Whichever wolf you feed
is the one that lives.
How am I supposed to
be positive
amidst this mess?
When I don’t belong here.
When I can’t afford a ride home.
Growing up, I was trained just like a dog,
With a conscious as blurry as the deepest fog,
My tail wagged eagerly at the voices of authority,
Who convinced me that what school, church, and the news told me,
Mr. Sly, your master plan congealed;
the thrill of playing the two-tier game
is a flaring, formidable forcefield,
are gruesome goosebumps hard to tame
that fixate instinct on this path
Once there was a little girl. That is how this story began.
She was a lost little girl, confused by the world around her.
She had gone into a forest. Deep, deep into the forest she went.
His aria echoes within the mountains deep,
His proud voice praises the strength of beasts.
And there he stands on the mountain’s peak,
The wolf howls there on this night so bleak.
you took an eraser to my heart and now all that's left are the words you painted with every sweet sentence.
First a sighting that feels…
Odd.
Something is coming.
Not rapidly,
But gradually,
Allowing time to prepare.
Walk into this luminous HazeHowl into this starlit nightGrowl in the clutches of Ebony
Oh, I’m here waiting for youWith a devil on my shoulderAnd an angel embedded in my heart
Howl
His orders I cannot defy
His existence I cannot not deny
His presence alone
I’m permitted to call home
His white muzzle is concealed in crimson
The rogue at his feet heaves its last breath
Sure of its death he limps away
Back to his pack
He must defend them
Whatever the cost
Blood drips from a leg
Growling, prowling, and everything inside me… its seizure shaking
My whole body entwining with the movements of the wind, fire, earth... my soul quaking
His yellow eyes stare at me knowingly
He bares his fangs at me in a smile
Taunting me Running ever so quickly, ever so quietly
His silver-gray fur overshadowed by the trees
Answering the call for the hunt
In the dead of the night,
The wolf pranced through the trees
His jaws were clamped
While his body weaved
The wolf was a brute
With a thirst to fight.
As the first opponent took his place
Late night thoughtsWandering lostThe wolf howls over the silence
Black hole heartEmotions exhaustWalking aimlessly through the dark
Stares for changeWondering costForest scrapes the tired skin
Love is blind yet it sees the most
Are you fearful
because you can't run away when you're uncomfortable?
The beast in you
is the monster in me
You tear me to pieces
but it sets me free
In the black of night,
A mournful song pierces the silence.
Crying to the moon,
The beast lifts his head once more.
His yellow eyes glow,
Stars fallen from the heavens
Hopes and dreams crash like a meteor falling
The outcome is inevitable, so why are you stalling?
You knew what would happen; who would win
How could anyone love you? You’ve committed too many a sin.
