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. . .

[Wolf]

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.

[Wolf]

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.

[Wolf]

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.

[Wolf]

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

[Wolf]

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?

[Wolf]

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.

[Wolf]

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

[Wolf]

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.

[Wolf]

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.)

[Wolf]

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.

[Wolf]

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.

[Wolf]

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.

[Wolf]

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.

[Wolf]

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