UscTwolf

I'm friends with he monster by my side. Stop trying to save me for all you do is wound The day my world crash, it was there to comfort Sure its price was blood(still is) but the monster is more human than you I am at peace with most of my demons (at least the ones inside me ) Your outer appearance a mask Concealing the poisoned truth I'm friends with the monster by my side Who is more a dark white knight than you'll ever be Why do you think I am so meek That you can demand me to kiss earth When all I am doing is to stop the raging dragon within Stop trying to save me As you are the monster within human skin

Keep the heart protected Goodbye to love true Don't want to end up jaded Walk away, no time for love Glad that I finally see What happens to lovers fool

He holds out a cup Full of promises and futures The world is falling apart, love Will modesty finally be undone Slowly he lifts the cup Speaking words that once held meaning Now silence slips out his mouth His garments can't conceal Manly desires and passions Surrounded by objects losing power He offers a cup of promises

Let me gather wild thorny roses And lay them at your feet Baptize in innocent blood Shed by a malcontent heart Let me weave a garland Made of broken hearts Strung on shattered dreams Of countless fools Let me string the shed tears When truth is laid bare How they scream For that lost illusion Let me gather wild thorny roses And lay them at your feet Baptizing you in blood Shed by vengeful avenging angel

What follows after this are latest poems that have been created and will be shared in this new year. Though the muses kept me away, they have allowed me back to share my humble creations with all.  *bows respectfully*

Each day passes the longing grows Like an over zealous weed Threatening to choke all good out Until the day I succomb

Silence has fallen like snow No one speaks a word at all Everyone stares at the sky Waiting...

She gives herself over to bliss Found at his hands Her lips form a soundless plea As he molds her to his desires She closes her eyes While he whisperes sweet empty promises Her tears are born of pleasure Surrendering to him All that she is

She watches the horizon daily For a hint of fulfilling promise Oh how he swore fealty unto her Before the ship left safe haven Days grew into months Months aged into years Till later the weathered parchment Gave tidings of betrayal

Majestic wonderous beautiful thing Aew filled fingers reach out to touch Hesitating and fearful of it being false That it will fade like a dream Holding the creature in cupped hand A tiny sneeze from ball of fur Seal the unspoken deal with a purr

In a white and misty dawn I saw, Upon the pale sea-strand, A damsel in a pellucid gown, Whose feet did not touch the sand. Her light-brown hair flowed in the breeze Over shoulders alabaster, And her eyes, like glowing creamy jade, Warned me to beware disaster. But in a trance of desire I ran, And knelt on the sand at her feet; I swore to be hers forevermore But her smile was somber and sweet. She faded from sight as the bright sun arose, But I find her each day at that hour, And we share a brief moment of sadness and love With the sand and the mist as our bower.

‘Sorrow found me when I was young. Sorrow waited. Sorrow won.’ - The National. I sit cross-legged on my bedroom floor surrounded by dozens of children’s books and fairy tale collections. Some of the books are sprawled open onto random pages, where delicate calligraphy detail wonderful love stories, and where colourful illustrations depict beautiful, helpless princesses stuck in towers with chivalrous, handsome knights battling to win their lonely hearts. Other books are piled high on top of one another, creating paper castles and mansions such as the ones described within their very pages, wherein romance blossoms and a h

I'll spend it with you, I'll waste away the night, living my fantasies under the watchful moonlight. In my little world in a dream, lit up so bright. We watch the moonlight shine. I'll lead you along, holding your hand, through the winding paths in my heart's wooded lands. In my little world in a dream, the dream you light up so bright. We watch the moonlight quiver. We'll reach the end, the finish to all the lanes, and a decision will have to be penned. A decision that may leave me pained. In my little world in a dream, how bright the moonlight was. How bright it was when we watched. How bright it was when it went out.

You're too young, people say. There's lots of time to find it, others reason. Maybe they are right. Yet I cannot stop myself. I long for him. I love him. Yet how could he feel the same way, if we've never spoken. I long to break free of the chains thar hold me. I unknowingly fashioned them myself of shyness and lies and doubts. If I ever break free I will be confident and bold. I will not watch from afar. I will finally say "hi." Maybe then we can talk, And laugh and get to know one another. Maybe someday he'll fall for me too. Yet is there any hope? Is there any chance? That I will break free? That my dreams will come true? Only time

Heal me, Of broken words from inside, Heal me, From blows of people who don't know, Heal me, From the thoughts in my head, Heal me, Of what I have done wrong.

The snow storm had hit her town, there in the blanket of snow lied memories of her past. She shook her head trying to forget about them, while closing the blinds. The aroma of of her herb and citrus candle raided the room. Closing the lights, she snuggles into bed holding her soft, blue teddy bear in her hands. She opened up her laptop and saw his name appear on screen. She waited to hear from him. Every minute that passes feels like forever. "I'm back." He types to her. She is delighted and tells him she will be there in ten minutes. Slapping down the laptop, she grabs her keys, her soft black cardigan and heads out. She slowly, walks down