TheWolfShade

You, who is so easily swept up by the summer's breeze, A good natured fool, among wolves and sheep, No less wizened than your companions, And yet still so dependent on your dogs when the wolves attack. It's been many years, and yet you can't avoid the paths Though there have also been days Where you could have left better tracks Yet after all of these nights, filled with friends just passing through After all of these games under a sky with no moon You still do not stray outside of this forest Such a good natured fool…

It's long been a habit of mine To flop down, face first on my bed, and close my eyes. A consistent need, born from mind and body From life, and experience, from family, and friends. But in recent days, energy pumping behind once dormant eyelids Drives me to get up, and to keep moving with my day. No longer can I flop down and lay there, hardly napping. No longer, am I content to sit and let the days pass me by, Taking comfort, and hiding in my own imagination When there is work to be done, and play to be had. And yet, these habits remain, Even if there is no longer any need, Even if there is no longer any use, Even if now, I feel better than

Poems are forgotten folk songs, no longer heard languages go unspoken and countries fade away. Graves go unmourned and science forgets its process the supports and walls of today will break down when facing tomorrow, but it's this same crushing reality that makes today worth living.

if you found your perfect love, would you wait for them? Would you hold out those long, cold, winter nights alone? Would spring come and pass, with naught a new blooming flower? Would summer flings pass you by like the wind? Would hazy autumn evenings flutter down with the leaves? Would you wait through the years, and see nothing else? To spend all that time, waiting for the perfect one... Wouldn't that be avoiding love all along?

No, I'm not your normal guy, In empty pages, I paint the sky. But the nail you hang your earth on can't seem to hold its weight. So in this moment, I'll offer you a sky, that's freshly painted blue. On earth, for you to rest in lieu of working, without ending. Here in this night is so much time I'll give you more now to unwind. Here I will sit, and let you find An answer to your question. So should you need me, call for me, you know I sit nearby. For in the meantime i'm content giving emotions to the sky.

Cheers, to a day that never was and while your life is all abuzz it'd be better if this day, just never was. i will forget, with passing time how step by step, in this torrential grind your high did storm around this place and how i just didn't 'keep the pace'. about how my 'helpers' took me down and tossed me to the ground. And about that damned hawk who watched carefully. Was it helping?  Really, not. I writhed in pain, got up, though sprained, but couldn't keep my footing For in what was, this day (which never was,) unequal pay, and punishment for naught. i found in one, a friend to be. Antiquity, long broken.

Do you take comfort in the sorrow? In its soft digest? Is it that you're finding solace in a place where you can go no lower? Do your eyes look toward the stars? Do you find life simpler when sorrow is but an ally? When others write of their pain and sing of their grief is it that you feel your not alone? Why do you do this day after day? Why do you come home, eyes aglow, and choose to sink? Why let that energetic ring fade away? Why not create anew that which you let fall? Why not keep that spring alive? Redefine black, as he pounces to and from. In, out, the kitten plays to his own rythm, he cares only for his beat. But ev

Where did this boy who celebrates the wind come from? Spitting unknowingly at the tides of danger, but seeking no shelter behind him, only to walk from it, unscathed and proud? What happened to the isolated, detached one of old? Tormented by his own nature, he who sank into the depths while others thrived. What happened to he who cowered into himself, who was tortured by unseen demons in the echoes of the night? The one who believed that he understood that of all things (for he had nothing else to rely on,) that that next step forward, surviving until that next sunrise came, was all he may ever have to look forward to. What happen

     "I believe you remember relative time... obviously we are ahead of where you were when you left off, but time is always moving, your body is always decaying, and your past, is always catching up."  With a slight smirk, it finished by whispering "Third door on the left."        Everything disappeared.  The car flashed quickly in front of him. He lands running in front of a series of doors, trying to dodge the car.  He eventually slows to a stop.  His eyes widen with fear, as he realizes it.  Tears quickly rush to the surface.