She and Her WolfDearest sweet redShe and Her Wolf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will come for you, my lamb.
For our unkind fate to be fed,
The basket you hold is my jamb.
I will steal you as you smile, my pet.
To calm my growls you had once set.
Oh wanderer of the dim lit wood,
How you carry the weight of this sagging forest,
And my false pretense voice under that hood.
Let me sink my jaws again into you're quest.
Ride once more when I howl! Satisfy this thirst.
Let me see you grin....in fear, like you should have at first!
But you tore me, crooked soul of that lumber jack;
Away to the other side of damned life and luck.
My silent body you filled of stone; drowned back
To soil who raised the flowers I had asked you to pluck.
My love, beware!
I will always be by your side to scare.
Dikitten Okami Wolfirm Lupus
A.K.A Big Bad Wolf
Wolf BloodWolf Blood2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wish I had time to polish this up and flesh it out into a few chapters worth of content, but I figured a short rough version was better than nothing at all. Despite this, a lot of thought went into creating what I hope comes across as being a fairly original the plot... so please do let me know what you think of it.
The name of the last Hunter to kill a werewolf, is Chester Mcfarthen.
The man claimed his last kill during his prime, long before Amy’s father was born. Amy grew up alongside her grandfather who daily boasted tales of his exploits around the world, including his hunting of the exotic beasts who hid in human form.
Werewolf hunting was a dwindling practice long before her grandfather's prime, so of course few were left to confirm the truth of the creature‘s existence, and even if questioned would keep to secrecy. Amy‘s parents were firm disbelievers of her grandfather’s claims but unlike them Amy needed no physical e
He Hates Her Phantom WaysHe left in the spring because he'd always been one for grandeur and he knew she'd look to her garden for company and besides, he'd never really liked the way she always smelled of dirt and lost souls. She had wild-piano hands and turquoise-glitter eyes and sometimes, her long ivory tresses tangled over his cheeks in some semblance of Iloveyou at midnight but it always left him gasping, the weight of her touch. It always burned. Her name was Ingrid, his on-the-side Indian girl, and she was more phantom than flesh, her smiles almost translucent under the twilight-twinged sky. Mostly, he left in the spring because that's when the wolves howled the loudest and he feared the ways Ingrid's eyes became haunted by the full moon and he hated the way he always looked to the dreamcatcher on her wall to save him, save her, just let them rest peacefully for once.He Hates Her Phantom Ways5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ingrid was smoke in his lungs and vanilla on his tongue and he loved the way she screa
SearchingI wish I could be happy, like the other kids around...Searching11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those smiles that they wear, I wonder where they're found...
I want to find a smile - a real one; not this mask...
but doing so, finding one; is such a horrid task...
It's hard to find a smile when your heart is dead and weak...
When you can't even ask for help, because you cannot speak...
It's hard to find a smile, when you feel they don't exist...
It's even hard to find one with maps drawn on each wrist...
I have so many maps, I've traveled many miles...
I always find pure agony; but never any smiles...
It's hard to find a smile, when it's dark and cold outside;
When the clouds are staying overhead - forcing the sun to hide...
I wish I could be happy; like the other kids I see...
I see them with a smile, a family; but not me...
I wish I had family like the other kids nearby...
The kind that makes you happy, and rarely makes you cry...
Maybe a family has my smile; which is why it can't be found....
Maybe it's only meant for t
RejectedThe word REJECTED shines all aroundRejected8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I guess I should have seen it coming
I'm such a fucking idiot
Yes, that's what I am, don't try and argue with me
I don't want your sympathies
Cos the only person to blame is myself
I don't want a hug
In fact DON'T EVEN TOUCH ME
I don't want to be touched
Ever again, not after everything
I don't think I could bare somebody touching me
The same way he did ever again
YAY GO FUCKING CHARLIE
SHE'S GOING TO LIVE ALONE FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE
WHAT FUN (!)
All my friends who knew about it
Which isn't many, all came up to me
And started going I'm sorry and tried to hug me
I told them not to touch me
I'm in a fucking state right now
And I'm likely to hit someone
So when you read this
Don't say 'aww poor Charlie'
Or 'OMG what a fucking freak'
Cos just don't judge me
I've loved him, I can't help it and however much I try
I can't fucking stop it
Now, what do I do with that ay?
An unrequited love
Oh the many joys
I cried all afternoon
Even though none of my frien