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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.
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.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
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.
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
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
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,
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.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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