Yes, i am the weeping wolf, though my tears are not entirely from sadness, for i cannot regret or forget the joy that has entered my love, every time I am in the presence of love. I write what I feel, imagine, dream, and above all, Love. And every poem has at least once piece of my story, but even putting all the puzzle pieces together couldn't help you discover who i am, for though i am as wild and passionate as the wolf; my love is the like the wind and the sea; endless, untamable, and always changing. |
Tear-stained eyes
from endless cries...
An unknown loss consumes me
I feel empty within my soul...
A sacred forest deep in wonder
Small streams trickle down silently...
Sharing secrets with my shadows
Showing off my sins...
3a.m.
what has happened to the night...
Does it please you,
to torture me so...
Castor and Pollox
Were two black cats...
I wander through reality
And don't watch the news...
Origins
I am from sock drawers...
So Near
I've been treated so wrong...
Life sure as hell doesn't hold back, but doesn't give enough away either, just enough to make you cry for it... |
Love is not a pie, the more pieces you cut doesn't make it any less. |
My heart may be torn in two, but i bought a sewing kit, because I have to learn to mend things for myself now. |