As i was walking towards my first class of the day, i saw something on the concrete near the door...a Cedar Waxwing lay dead before my feet. I looked around, but the only thing i could think of was that it'd hit the windows of the building and plummeted to the hard concrete below...almost certain death for a creature with hollow bones...
i took some pictures, ran inside, grabbed a whole bunch of paper towels and carefully moved the poor thing off the sidewalk, for fear that someone may step on it...only adding to the sad tale...it now lays under a tree silent, alone, and still.
Darkness haunts the weakened one
But only a fool would turn and run.
Let the black come for me,
For it will see,
The flash of teeth,
And what's beneath,
This gentle facade',
For none would trod,
where the wild wolf does roam.
From sandy shores to marshy loam,
I will hunt the dark and force it down,
For I will grin with a maddened frown.
"Come to me and you will see,
Just how easy it will be,
For me to rend and rip and tear,
from your toes to your hair.
Hahaha, all of you, do beware!"
Wild and fierce,
His poetry does pierce,
The darkened veil,
Which made him pale,
For it would cloud,
And continue to shroud,
His true soul,
Within which was a dark hole.
This is the Wolf,
And with his word,
He makes himself heard,
And through pen or keys,
This is what one sees,
When he refuses to argue, stand or fight,
Those he cares for,
Because those are things he does abhor.
He'd rather write than continue the fight,
Even if it's only him,
Lost in the dim,
Light of his head,
But it keeps his brain from going dead
Indeed,
His words have freed,
His heart and soul,
To cavort and cajole,
Through the merry pages
And over the ages,
Of this little, quiet blog,
As his sharpened words slice through the fog.
But it's getting late,
And his anger, well it has decided to abate,
And time slows for none,
Not even this lupine one,
And so, without further ado,
I, the Warrior Wolf, bid you Adieu.
-Composed by "Wolf" On 3/14/13 and completed at 10:08pm
*Note: I wasn't actually angry at anyone...i was just angry...the latter part of the day, or evening as it were, didn't go too well, and it wasn't exactly something(s) i could control, but should've had control over in the first place to prevent dumb stuff like this ( what occurred) from happening, but oh well. I got the venom and anger out of my system.
Thanks for reading the poem guys (and girls!).
I oft use poetry to spontaneously vent my emotions and just get them out of me so they don't poison me...I also happen to be able to rhyme unconsciously in times of increased/strong emotions, though in "vent poetry" i do mostly rhyme instantaneously, but there are a few times when the word i spewed out simply didn't have a decent rhyming counterpart and would nee replacing. This is all original work, made up on the spot.
Please. Please, don't bring up my past failures again...not when i'm having a good day. Please?
It hurts and reopens all those old wounds and doors i tried to lock shut till i knew how to deal with them, but you cut the locks and threw 'em all open letting the monsters back out and they found me there, happy...but they couldn't have that, could they?
They pulled me down and showed me everyone i'd let down...told me how awful of a leader and role model i am for abandoning my friends. I was there to teach them and learn from them.
I won't draw it out, i won't complain, i'll try to keep myself sane, but please don't open the doors i ask you to leave closed. No means no. Let them be. I'll deal with my troubles one day at a time, baby. Not all at once and not on the eve of a good day.
I know you were trying to help. And that's good to want to help, but helping involves listening, and when i said no, you said yes and went ahead and kept talking about things i would've rather left unsaid right then.
No, there's nothing to be upset about, cause i know you can take things personally and feel like you're the cause of it all.
That's not true. The cause is not at all you, it was the memories that resurfaced unexpectedly that shook me up and made me shut down.
Next time though, please respect me and our bond, and when i say "no", please, just go with it unless it's absolutely necessary for my immediate survival that you keep going. Okay?
Talking things out is the best way to get along, but not when i'm raving mad, hon.
That's a BAD idea. I'll just gurgle up some bitter idiocy. So the best thing is to gently comfort me, but if it's not working, just give some breathing room.
We guys are like that. We sometimes prefer just dealing with our own problems and then returning to the ones we love.
Okay? It'll be alright. I just thought you should know, so you aren't worried or upset all day.
