The Type I Want
The type I want is nice and submissive He is kind but not dismissive. * * * The type I want is sweet and ambitious He is silly and good but still can be suspicious. * * * The type I want is cute and courageous He is faithful and yet...
Revelation
Then past and present did agree, it was time to make a treaty, and life will never grow. the end :d
Taking a Step Back
I take a step back and pull up a chair and begin to watch my own life. no this not really a story, but rather a philosophy of life. in order to completly under stand something, one must remove him or herself from the situation and become the audience.
Lost Moments
The alarm clock begins to rings as a young wolf stretches out his hand and smacks the clock. He sits up and yawns as the sun gleams through the window and bouncing of his grey fur. He grades a shirt off of a near by dresser and heads into the bathroom....
Life by Wolfie. <3 (Me)
A poem i felt inside of me all my life.... 3 life by: jared butler life is like a game, a game with morbid and joyful endings to it. we're going through this rigid game called "life".
Life by Wolfie. <3 (Me)
A poem i felt inside of me all my life.... 3 life by: jared butler life is like a game, a game with morbid and joyful endings to it. we're going through this rigid game called "life".
Life by Wolfie. <3 (Me)
A poem i felt inside of me all my life.... 3 life by: jared butler life is like a game, a game with morbid and joyful endings to it. we're going through this rigid game called "life".
Crushed
I thought I could be happy for once, But that was a lie. All the negative things I thought about myself Were... right. I would like to help people But it seems I can only do so little, It wouldn't make any difference if I wasn't here. ...
Isolation
This is just an example of how i live most of my life: in dark, cold isolation. i become one of my own, not the family. and i love the feeling of loneliness. it releases the boundaries of my household rules on me, and my brain can run free.
Poem #50: An Understanding
#51 of poetry this is a poem written mostly about understanding things (or trying to), and most of it is from my experiences (both good and bad) within my short life of 18 years (so far).
Poem #49: Wings
_wings_ i cannot bear this pain i no longer feel sane blood flows through my hand nobody seems to understand this feathered fate lifts me into the air all will see the words i say will crumble my life from the sky will tumble i cry inside
Poem #43: Something
Its about the conflict between despair of having things in your life fall out of your control, but its also about how the other things in your life give joy and reasons to enjoy the life and be thankful for what you have.