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You feel wild,

and free.

The wind goes by,

the trees rustle.

Prey scared,

prey running.

You corner them,

the hunt to easy.

The earth under your paws,

the fur calm to you.



Born as a human,

daylight is different.

Humans are everywhere,

clouding your senses.

Having flesh cowering you,

hiding your true nature.



When your not human,

your free from them.

You run like its normal,

walking is less fun.



So with both together,

they balance you.

The ying is the human,

the yang the wolf.

You have trouble,

deciding who you are.

You have to chose,

the wolf or human.

Its your life,

its who you always are.

The free,

or the trapped.



The choice,

is always yours.

So the choice,

is now.

Chose now,

the wolf or the human.

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raven001
02:02 Mar 01 2008

nice poem. :-)

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Angelus
14:46 Mar 04 2008

..this is good

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..good uses of imagery.

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greywolf13
20:26 Mar 12 2008

Interesting poem. Quite ingeneus. I've lived near wolves. They always came to hang out and when I talked to them they would listen. I am like that. chat if you wish.

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RenaJade
03:50 Mar 23 2008

Wow! I like this. I like all your poems so far, but, especially this one.

Keep on writing - you have a wonderful gift for writing poems :)

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xcrimsonlustx
09:07 May 10 2008

Youve got an awesome way with words Kiddo! ;)=

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angelkiller
09:08 May 10 2008

i choose WOLF! i love this its really really good!

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Halloween,

the time for treats.

Skeletons hanging,

zombie coming out of the ground.

Black cats walking,

bats flying.

Costumes made,

trick-or treats knocking.



Comstumes of all,

different varieties.

Funny,

loving,

sad,

angry,

afraid,

scary,

cute,

happy.

All the costumes,

with different emotions.



Halloween,

the dead will rise.

Ghosts,

werewolves,

vampires,

ghouls,

zombies,

witches.

They all rise,

only on Halloween.



On Halloween,

the supernatural happens.

The rising take over,

the world is their world.



Then the day passes,

Halloween is gone.

The rise go back,

waiting for the day.

Waiting for Halloween,

one year.

To take it back,

live again in the world.



On Halloween,

the dead is among us.

Taking the world,

every year on Halloween.

I always feel alone,

never with people.

My friends love me,

but that's not enough.

I will always fall into myself,

never beable to get out of the cold darkness.

This is my world,

I live in darkness forever.

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raven001
02:04 Mar 01 2008

i know that feeling very well. & u aren't alone on that one.

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greywolf13
22:27 Mar 13 2008

I feel the same way now that a very close friend of mine died. I really love your poems and hope that you wright more.

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Angelus
19:13 Mar 23 2008

..in comic-class, the first thing teacher showed us, was that all of us, who sat and created in the early hours, thought were were the only one.

..and there we all were, a whole class of 'onlie-ones.'

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The hole eats,

doesn't stop.

The flames laughing,

laughing at my stupidness.

Crying,

flowers crying cause of me.

I'm dying inside,

soon will sleep.

I sleep,

and dreams become real.

I die,

the earth cries.

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BNN666
05:58 Jul 07 2008

i feel the same.check out my poemz if u want 2.comment them 2 pleaz

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