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ch.1 I growl under my breatch.1
I growl under my breath as people go out of their way to avoid me. "Why the hell do I need to be here, there's no way any Beast-Kin could be here," I mutter as I stand against a wall in the cafeteria, watching the students milling around. I sniff the air, noticing that, contrary to my belief, there actually are a few beast-kin here. "hmmm..... a fox, and a wolf. Interesting"
"Hey cool tattoo's." I look at teh girl who spoke, slightly surprised. "Thanks, and you are?" "My name is megan." She smiles shyly, staring openly at my silver tattoos, maing me chuckle softly. -Hmmm... she's the wolf- Megan realizes she's staring, and walks away embarrassed.
"Well, that's nice, you found another wolf-kin" I sigh tiredly, as i recognize the woman speaking to me. "What are you doing here Ravenwing?" She chuckles, knowing that she agravates the hell out of me. "Im here to monitor the two beastkin here." "So can I leave?" "Naturally."
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That was four years ago… she didn’t change. I’m pack leader now… and I’m still watching her. She’s frightened… Her awakening has begun, so I guess it’s time for me to help her, as a fellow wolf.
She’s been running through the woods, like she is now, her hair black as the Dread Wolf, flowing wildly behind her. She reaches her “sanctuary,” which is a clearing with a tree in the center… which I happen to be sitting in. Megan sits under the tree, crying softly, as her family just rejected her, kicking her out. I can smell the change working through her body. It won’t be long.
“Megan… are you alright?” She jumps up, eyes wide, looking for me. “Who’s there?” I chuckle softly, “Up here Megan. It’s me, Jason, remember?” I jump down, landing beside her. “How did you…. find this place Jason?” I smile darkly, “The woods are not owne
"Hey, cool tattoos!" I lift my "Hey, cool tattoos!" I lift my head, looking at the girl who spoke, my silver eyes startling her. "Thanks, and.... You are whom?" "M-megan." She only just managed to stutter out her name. "It's a pleasure to meet you Megan, Im Jason." She nods before running off.
"Hmmm... She'll be a wolf for sure." I growl menacingly as i recognize the Raven-kin coming my way. "Ravenwing, what the hell are you doing here?" She smiles, waiting, just to agravate me im sure. "I was in the area." "Bah! Your useless! Just keep an ear out for the Hunters." "Do you think they'll show?" I nod, "They always do, the question is when.
nearer and nearer my death dotnearer and nearer my death doth come.
Closer and closer to tears comes I.
Farther and farther from those i know do i grow.
and so my death, takes me from a world in turmoil.
Why must i be fought over,
why must i care?
A Plague On Both Your Houses!
I look up in the rain, and feeI look up in the rain,
and feel no pain.
I realize that I miss it,
While here I do sit.
Underneath the tree's
Where Death comes in three's.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
On WritingWrite for today
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
My life is pain. My pain is liMy life is pain.
My pain is life.
I feel the Earth Mother as she dies.
She feels me as I suffer.
The wind soothes me.
The fire warms me.
The earth strengthens me.
The water washes away my pain.
Even as she dies.
She does what she can to help us.
It is our turn to take care of her.
Save our Mother Earth.
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