The wolf was ferocious in his quest to find food. Desperate almost. His hunger took him further from his usual paths than he was used to going. But the pain was unrelenting, and he traveled along paths with his nose in the air, following scents he hoped would lead to a satisfying meal.
the boy
who cried
wolf
wouldn’t seem
to get out
of my dreams.
he grabbed my ankles
while i tried to run
“i promise it’s true,
i saw the wolf”,
he cried.
i sped the pace
and lost him
after several miles.
my legs were covered
in nail marks
and i could hear him
howl a few miles back
my heart shattered
and pieces fell
while i rushed
i hope he kept my bits,
i’m sorry
i can’t believe him
anymore.
The wolf prowls, slinking, lonely, voice calling, not coyote clever, for he is not meant to be alone. Big Bad Wolf, we talk about. Shirtless men on instagram with stock money photos claiming to be a “lone wolf” truly know nothing. A wolf alone means something is wrong. The strength of the wolf is the pack.
I still feel it,
The call of the wild,
When the big, round, Silver
In the sky
Burns primal into my
Soul.
.
I still feel the wolf in my
Heart,
In the depth of my
Sense of self,
Like the echo of
An almost forgotten dream,
Tantalizing me with its
Fleeting memory fragments.
.
Now trapped in human skin,
And in this living human meat,
I cannot run barefoot through forests
With my sisters and brothers,
Fur glistening in the light rain,
Hearing the howls of friends
Far distant.
.
But I can still stand and watch
the Silver
and I feel
the Wild,
.
And for now it is
Enough
that I
Remember.
The meal look delicious, but she was nervous about starting to eat. She was on a blind date and she didn’t know about this man. He looked perfect, and already his interests were similar to hers. When he got up to go to the bathroom, she leaned over to wolf the food down.
There’s a wolf in the woods; one without teeth, without eyes, without a snarl or a bite. It’s claws no longer drag the damp earth, it’s hair no longer collecting the dew of the meadow. It wears a cloth around it’s neck, covering most of it’s body in a color once vibrant red.
The wolf was ferocious in his quest to find food. Desperate almost. His hunger took him further from his usual paths than he was used to going. But the pain was unrelenting, and he traveled along paths with his nose in the air, following scents he hoped would lead to a satisfying meal.
wolf skin shaw to slow on the draw put that devil on pas never to clause
the boy
who cried
wolf
wouldn’t seem
to get out
of my dreams.
he grabbed my ankles
while i tried to run
“i promise it’s true,
i saw the wolf”,
he cried.
i sped the pace
and lost him
after several miles.
my legs were covered
in nail marks
and i could hear him
howl a few miles back
my heart shattered
and pieces fell
while i rushed
i hope he kept my bits,
i’m sorry
i can’t believe him
anymore.
The wolf prowls, slinking, lonely, voice calling, not coyote clever, for he is not meant to be alone. Big Bad Wolf, we talk about. Shirtless men on instagram with stock money photos claiming to be a “lone wolf” truly know nothing. A wolf alone means something is wrong. The strength of the wolf is the pack.
I still feel it,
The call of the wild,
When the big, round, Silver
In the sky
Burns primal into my
Soul.
.
I still feel the wolf in my
Heart,
In the depth of my
Sense of self,
Like the echo of
An almost forgotten dream,
Tantalizing me with its
Fleeting memory fragments.
.
Now trapped in human skin,
And in this living human meat,
I cannot run barefoot through forests
With my sisters and brothers,
Fur glistening in the light rain,
Hearing the howls of friends
Far distant.
.
But I can still stand and watch
the Silver
and I feel
the Wild,
.
And for now it is
Enough
that I
Remember.
a grey animal that live in other countries, they have sharp teeth and long hair, there eye are in front of their head because their predators
The wolf howls at the strike of midnight, the leaves rustules as the wind blows .
the darkness welcomes the animal
The meal look delicious, but she was nervous about starting to eat. She was on a blind date and she didn’t know about this man. He looked perfect, and already his interests were similar to hers. When he got up to go to the bathroom, she leaned over to wolf the food down.
There’s a wolf in the woods; one without teeth, without eyes, without a snarl or a bite. It’s claws no longer drag the damp earth, it’s hair no longer collecting the dew of the meadow. It wears a cloth around it’s neck, covering most of it’s body in a color once vibrant red.