Illusion

Wolfs Long Lost MateHowling to the moon, No one will know its my cry for you As the moon rises higher My howls grow lighter and quieter As i race threw the trees ,And leap over creeks,Wolfs Long Lost Mate
I will reach you, wolf by night girl by day For every wolf, Has a mate
That will stay there,and be all real late. Gaurding the young ones as they play Watching them grow as well as lead. We are the wolves of spirits path Wolf kind will watch over our home land. Growing closer with each new day Watching generations take on new lead We are now the wise ones..of the pack Our stories are told o


Deep Dark WorldPools of darkness, Shadows of light. Twisted reality, but I try and hold on tight. Taunts and snickers just make me sicker. Haunted dreams of evil things, taking hold of me. The clowns have smiles but razor sharp blades. Chasing me through a endless labrinth. Being trapped in my sacred place, it has turned dark and scattered. Flowers are wilting and buildings are tilting. Tears of blood surround me in a a puddle. I a m slowly sinking into my pain .It just wont go away, this pain from me just cant be explained. Depression is a scary thing. My mother had it and i cant say i do. I would cry my eyes out and see everything in blue . Not talkDeep Dark World


My Midnight ManWatching the grin creep across your face. Watching you sip from a red blood drink. Watching as you stand and step towards me. ................................................................. Feeling your breath on my neck.My Midnight Man
Feeling the flicker of your tongue across my lips. Feeling a hand placed on my back. ................................................................. Seeing a mouth with two sharp teeth. Seeing you move me to the bed. Seeing a set of red shot eeys. ................................................................. Knowing now what you are. Knowi
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[add witty comment here]
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Because feathers and beaks are smexy :3 Shake your feathers and bop your beak
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Even the darkest creatures can be lonely....
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Because feathers and beaks are smexy :3 Shake your feathers and bop your beak
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BLUEZIRCONMASTER THE PIRATE WAS HERE
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England 2018: Back the Bid
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Even the darkest creatures can be lonely....
I’ll be on the lookout for more of your poems.
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