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    My Poetry.

    I am finally going to start working on getting some of my poetry posted. I hope you like how i write and all that jaz. If you don't: Stop reading it! ;-)

    Wolf Wings
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    Again and Again

    Each time you disappoint me,
    I sit back and try not to cry.
    Sometimes I succeed.
    Others I do not.
    And when I fail to keep the tears back,
    I go off and hide until they stop
    Because I am ashamed that you affect me.
    That you can still hurt me again and again.
    You are supposed to be there for me
    not make me wish we had never met.
    You left my life when I was young
    And when you wanted I let you back.
    I just want to say I still care.
    I give you your chances again and again.
    Sometimes you do not fail
    And I feel glad that I gave you that one more chance.
    Then you fail me once more
    When my barriers are down.
    Lowered because you hadn’t before.
    I gave you that chance and opened myself
    And you fail me again and again.
    It hurts me so much
    That my heart wants to break.
    Wants to cease the beating in my chest.
    Give up its fight to love you.
    To care for you.
    To trust you.
    I want these things but I fear your failures
    Because of how they hurt me.
    Yet you will come back
    And I will give you another chance.
    Though in my heart
    I know that you will do it again and again.
    And hurt me again and again.
    I try to stay away
    But you are she who gave me life.
    I feel that I should love you.
    You make it hard.
    You make me tired.
    You depress me with your failures.
    And make me joyful when you fail to fail me.
    Then you do it again
    And again I am hurt.
    Crying and sad.
    Depressed.
    Feeling that I should be angry
    But I can’t stay that way for long.
    I can’t hold a grudge
    Though again and again I try.
    I can’t.
    I want to.
    I try to.
    But I am not that kind of person.
    I love too easily.
    I care too much.
    Even for those who hurt me.
    I can’t hurt them back
    Because I would feel their pain.
    Such it is with you.
    And such will it always be.
    I try again to confront it
    But each time it slips away.
    I am tired and must go
    But know.
    That back I will be.
    Even though you hurt me.
    I will be back again and again.
    Back because I care enough.
    Back because I care too much.
    Perhaps it’s my destiny. . .

    #2
    A Few Little Verses


    A few little verses
    just can’t tell
    the extent of my pain
    nor where it is from.

    A few little verses
    can’t find it all
    in the body
    in the soul
    and in the mind.

    A few little verses
    they just can’t tell
    what brought it to me
    what brings it back
    and what keeps it coming
    again and again.

    A few little verses
    will never say
    the hope I feel
    at the coming of day
    the disappointment I feel
    when the pain is still there
    always there.

    A few little verses
    will never say
    the depth of a heart
    the pain in a soul
    the bitterness in a mind
    or the weariness in a body
    living with pain
    for so many days on end.

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      #3
      Eternity and a Day

      Another day has gone by,
      How long has she been gone?
      A month now since she went away
      And I have seen her not.
      So long gone,
      At a month and a day.

      Time has passed once again,
      How long has she been gone?
      Two months now and miles away.
      I haven’t seen her in that long.
      I miss her much and greatly,
      At two months and a day.

      Three months now have gone by,
      A birthday with no call.
      My siblings, they, have seen her face,
      But I have not at all.
      When will I see her again?
      At three months and a day.

      One more month has passed on by,
      Four, now, the count has come,
      Yet she has not arrived.
      My love is still bright.
      Still gone,
      At four months and a day.

      Four months gone by since last I saw her.
      How long will she be gone?
      How long till she fades
      From memory?
      An eternity and a day.

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        #4
        Falling

        Another day for introspection
        Investigation of myself
        I sit around and meditate
        but nothing comes to me
        I clear my mind and sit to wait
        I hope for all the best
        then the worst comes
        I am unprepared
        by looking forward
        I forgot to look back
        by looking up
        I forgot to look down
        I tripped and I am falling
        down down down
        always falling down
        further and further I fall.
        I fall and I wait
        for the bottom to come up and reach me.
        for the end to finally come.
        waiting for the bottom
        as it waits for me.

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          #5
          The Return

          Standing at the brink
          and no time to think
          Looking at the depressional depths below
          One more step
          one more move
          and into it I shall go
          Things swirl around me
          but notice it I do not
          I want it to end
          but then again
          I do not want to hurt those I love
          I run and I run
          but away I can’t get
          Each time
          I find I must return
          Return once more
          to the very thing that causes my pain
          I hold it all in
          and keep it from showing
          but again and again
          it overpowers me
          Each time I run
          I find I go farther
          Yet each time I run
          I just come back again
          Again and again
          to the pain I return
          as an addict that can’t get away
          I want to depart
          to preserve my hearts beat
          but each time I do
          I just come right back
          and feel it all once again

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            #6
            What I am

            I am honest
            I am brave
            I am a friend when one is needed
            I am there for them
            I am there for me
            I am smart
            I am kind
            I am compassionate
            I am honorable
            I am good
            I am wise
            I am there always
            I am happy with my life
            I am content.
            Is this truly what I am?
            Or is it what I should be?
            Am I all of these?
            Or Are they what I want to be?
            Are some of them true?
            Or are they what I dream of being?
            Will I ever be all of these?
            Or am I doomed to be just me?

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              #7
              Always the Confidant, Never the Confider.

              Always the confidant
              Never the confider.
              Never taking
              always trying to help.
              When I need help,
              I cannot ask
              when I need compassion
              I cannot try for it.
              My petty complaints
              seem so dull when I say them aloud
              and though they hurt me to my core
              I keep them inside
              and do my best
              to help others when they need it
              to put myself out of my mind.
              I give of myself
              asking nothing in return.
              Not a shoulder to cry on.
              Not a tear more to be shed for me.
              I want nothing
              or so it seems
              the problem is
              I need help.
              I need the compassion of a friend,
              a confidant all my own.
              I give so much
              and take nothing for myself.
              I become empty from it all.
              Soon there will be nothing to give
              nothing to allow me to do what I do best.
              Always I am the confidant.
              Never do I confide.
              Always do I try to give.
              Never do I ask for more.
              I give and I give because that is how I want to be.

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                #8
                The Pain

                I just want to cry
                the pain’s too much to bear
                Always it is there
                and never am I free
                I just want it to go away
                and leave me for a time
                But all the time I wish
                I know it will not be
                freedom from it
                has not been made for me
                each day it comes with waking
                each day it comes to me
                never have I been without
                I wouldn’t know what to do if I was
                when at last it seems to lift
                it comes crashing down again
                even heavier this time
                will I never be free
                or will it last for eternity
                will it never go away
                or will I be free one day
                again the pain returns
                far worse this time
                each time I wake
                it returns once more
                my torment
                my agony
                a lack of pain would leave me empty
                for there has never been anything else

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                  #9
                  This one is actually being published.
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                  A Poison

                  Love is a poison of many types
                  Eating slowly at the heart
                  Or entering quickly like a speeding bullet
                  Creeping slowly through your veins
                  To change who you are
                  To pull into the open a solitary soul
                  Bringing about a premature demise
                  Not always deadly
                  But rarely pain-free
                  A wound that cannot heal
                  A weapon left within the wound
                  Left to fester
                  Left to grow
                  A cancer both quick and slow
                  Love can kill
                  A serial-murderer in our very hearts.

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                    #10
                    What are you?

                    What are you?
                    A person who wants me to be
                    something other than me.
                    A person who cares
                    that others don’t like who I am.
                    A person who wants
                    to fit in with the norm.
                    A person who thinks
                    my likes are unimportant.
                    A person who wants
                    me to be like other people.
                    A person who clings
                    because they could not find another.
                    What are you?
                    A person who needs me
                    when I do not need you.


                    (A friend was having trouble with a guy. This was not about me.)

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                      #11
                      The Death of a Soul.

                      My soul has died
                      but my body lives on.
                      Always I seem to be a part of things
                      but truly my heart is not there.
                      It is gone and will not return.
                      When will I follow my soul
                      and have this torture come to an end?
                      When will I be
                      free from this pain?
                      Am I to always have it?
                      Am I to feel it forever?
                      The ache in my heart.
                      The emptiness that I feel.
                      The end never comes
                      So I live on
                      Hoping for it.
                      Waiting for it.
                      Wondering.
                      Feeling the constant feeling.
                      Of regret.
                      Of sorrow.
                      Of pain.
                      Always I feel it.
                      Always will I feel it.
                      Always will it make itself known.
                      It shows itself in my eyes.
                      It shows itself in my manner.
                      Always it shall be felt by me.
                      Without it, I would live on.
                      Empty of everything.

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                        #12
                        A Living Hell

                        Into the darkness I shall go,
                        And my soul shall fight to survive.
                        The darkness will engulf me,
                        And take my life away.
                        The devil shall find the time
                        To come for me himself.
                        He’ll take everything I have,
                        And torment me for eternity.
                        At times I believe he has already come
                        And taken my very being
                        For my life seems to be…
                        A living hell.

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                          #13
                          This is one of the few poems that i have written that is not dark. The only reason for that is that this was an assignment in 12th grade english....
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                          Hope a Rose

                          Hope is a blooming rose.
                          At the beginning, merely a bud,
                          A tiny light shining in the darkness,
                          With sunshine and care it grows.
                          In full bloom it is a beautiful thing,
                          Growing larger every day.
                          Petals bright red,
                          And thorns that sting.
                          The thorns can be sharp,
                          As hope grows dim,
                          But they also give strength
                          And protection for that within.
                          Protection from things
                          That would bring it to an end.
                          As winter approaches the rose withers.
                          The petals fall like tears from the stem.
                          Yet there is still life within,
                          Deep down inside,
                          With the coming of spring,
                          Its heart will beat again.
                          It will grow and be shining.
                          The fallen petals and broken dreams giving life,
                          Though they themselves have died.

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                            #14
                            Time

                            Time wasted
                            can’t be regained.
                            Time gone
                            can’t be taken back.
                            Time lost
                            is never found.
                            Time wanted
                            may never be recieved.
                            Time taken
                            cannot be returned.
                            Time is a precious thing.
                            No amount of money
                            can buy more.
                            No amount of wishing
                            will get it for you.
                            Once it is gone
                            it cannot be gotten back.
                            It is gone.
                            Forever.
                            A moment in time.
                            Now a moment in the past.

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                              #15
                              All right! That is it for now. If i find more, i may post them later but i think i have done enough. :mrgreen:

                              Hope you liked them and that it wasn't a waste of your time. ;-) :-P

                              Wolf Wings

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