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Running in the forest at night

A howl echoes behind me

The paws on my feet quiet my steps

The leaves crack under my feet

The trees seem to whisper

The pack chases close behind me

Coward they call me

When I wouldn’t kill the child

“Exile!” they said “Exile or death!”

They can’t understand what it’s like

To fit in nowhere

At home I am a coward

To the humans I am a killer

And to some I am a coat or food

And why

Because I am a wolf

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BlackRoseVamp
00:33 Nov 30 2010

all poems are kool

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The pain was his addiction

The silver across his skin like a sting

But it felt so good to see the blood

He wanted the pain as he had wanted nothing before

It left scars so he covered his wrist

The fabric of the shirt was heavy

On his arm it was like steel

A necessary prison

It hid him from the rest of the world

He had become those scars

Ugly, but in time they

And he, would become clean again

They would blossom as the blood had blossomed

When the silver had cut through the skin

Except this was not pain but relief

He hurt himself as a penance

His own personal punishment for being insecure

All he needed was a friend

Someone to help carry this weight

The weight of the world that rested on his shoulders

Crushing him, making him shrink away from the rest of the world

Away from the hate that was directed at him

All the uncertainties that were there and the pain

At least the pain he could control

At least the pain he could understand

The words he couldn’t control

The words he could feel

But it hurt him more than anyone know

Not to be acknowledged

Not to be understood

So he cut

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vampyrebeauty
00:47 Dec 01 2010

Nice! Very good writing!

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Looking down at this blood soaked skin

Can’t tell where the blood starts or where I end

The silver so cold, so hot

Dragging it across the skin forming drops



Why can’t you take

this pain away

Why can’t you show

me what to say



The pain it hurts so very good

The eyes hiding under this hood

The scream so silent yet so loud

I can’t hear you through this shroud



Why can’t you take

this pain away

Why can’t you show

me what to say

The waves crashing on the sand

Forming and warping and shaping the land

Rubbing out trying to reach

Out beyond that dark cold beach



Foam so white rolling off of its tops

Laying down for the land

Going so fast like running from the cops

And stopping when it reaches the sand



So calm cool and composed

Yet so rough

It sounds so tough

And smoothes to become like a rose

The darkness in her eyes

Tells me she wants to speak

But the mouth below them

It is like a book

A book that cannot open

The muteness in her speech

The quiet

Her eyes scream for help

But no one listens

Is this because they can’t hear her

In her torture

Her living hell

They see her, but she walks right past

Is she scared

To speak to them

But if anyone took one moment

One simple moment

To look into her eyes

That book would…

… Open

Listening to the sounds of the night

the crickets gaining and losing volume

like a background to a symphony

the locusts following in tune with them

the breeze rolling across the grass

bending its blades back and forth

forming a dance to the music

nearby the bees add their song of honey

the wolves coming in with their chorus of howling

followed by the scampering of the squirrels on leaves

freshly shaken from the trees

the wind picking up the leaves

and ruffling the limbs of the trees

the wind dying down as the grass straightens

the fireflys come out lighting their lights

becoming a small fireworks show

that. is. nature.