They'll try to change you
But don't fall for it.
They'll make you like them.
But it isn't right.
They are afraid of
Being different.
They can't
Understand it.
Why are you afraid of
What you can't see?
Why do you have
To get mad at me?
I stand my ground
I won't back down.
Do what you want.
I'm here for only
A little while longer.
I can take your crap.
I don't need to be happy.
Just a little while longer...
I have this under control.

The wolf laughs with unrestrained glee,
as he pounces on his prey,
killing it instantly.
Biting into the flesh of the deer,
He rears his head back,
And howls with a sneer.
Now he runs through the length of the forest,
And he runs into a small field.
Where he finds a very small girl,
Oh, what a deal!
The girl walks up to him,
And he looks back with a glare.
She reaches out to touch him,
And his nostrils flare.
Another human enters the field,
He becomes very tense,
The human screams and runs away,
Now this doesn't make sense.
Why did the human leave the girl?
Why didn't she follow the man?
It seems the girl has nowhere to go.
Now the wolf starts to make a plan.
He'll keep the girl,
Since the man, she didn't follow.
He'll raise her in his new pack of two,
Now his heart won't be so hollow.
So he walks back to the forest,
And the little girl is right beside him.
He walks into a large cave,
Where the humans won't be able to find them.
The wolf raises the girl as his own,
And the girl begins to learn.
She knows every part of the forest,
Every tree, every path, every fern.
She grows older and so does he.
Now the girl goes out alone.
He is not there to notice that,
Humans now know about his home.
One day the girl leaves,
And she never comes back.
The wolf now has to live alone
Now love ,again, he lacks.

I feel bad for the wolf. Why did the girl leave him? Was she sick of the raw meat?

Even if people refuse to look at you, thread, I still love you :<
Where there is life
There is death.
Where there is doom
There is hope.
Where there is hate
There is love.

It holds us together,
As much as it tears us apart
It cuts us away from each other,
While taping us all back in place.

Such contradictions
We will never understand
And to live through them
Is something that can't be planned

What do you choose?
Love, Hope, and Life?
Or Death, Doom, and Strife?
It isn't up to the world,
It is up to you.
What will you do?

Even if people refuse to look at you, thread, I still love you :<

That's actually kinda not true :P Most people might see this thread and not post :P Like me PX

You write remarkably nice :)

And yes, i finally posted to point my shadowy-personality in the forums.

HI THERE!

You write remarkably nice :)

Thank you very much :'>

Continue stalking, if you like! :D But, I would really love it (even more love, oh yeah) if you would give me a topic or something for me to try and fail to write about, or some comments on a specific thingie.

But that isn't required! You can just stalk-ity stalk if that's what you would prefer. :)

HI THERE!

Thank you very much :'>

Continue stalking, if you like! :D But, I would really love it (even more love, oh yeah) if you would give me a topic or something for me to try and fail to write about, or some comments on a specific thingie.

But that isn't required! You can just stalk-ity stalk if that's what you would prefer. :)

Hi!

I don't think i will, since i got a reply :) Will do! I am trying to be listed in the cool people list, and i've been visiting many threads in this forum for 'inspiration' for quite a period of time, and this one caught my eye since a long time, and it's really inspired me :) Will do :)

Emily! Where is your phone! I was conveying all my praise into one text message but it wasn't acknowledged! Which makes me feel sad. It's like :(, but with a bigger frown. Like :[ or something. But it's like all this poetry and stuff with a bunch of comparisons to a higher truth and you're telling us! The reader! What to choose! And it's like a big philosophical question that determines, like, the rest of your destiny dude. I would choose love, hope, and life, but that's just me. It doesn't sound very pleasing to the ears or at all "interesting", but all this together is one big pile of feelsgoodsis.

And it's all WHOOPEE when Emily makes another poem, because I can spend time reading some poetry instead of working on my story. It's like I have no obligations today!

Cool story, Bro.

Joke.

Emily! Where is your phone!

*cough* Sorry, husband. You know, I'm not supposed to have a cell in the virtual hospital :P But I  found it late in the day, then had to charge it and forgot about it. Shoot me a text and we can converse. :P
I'll get on your story soon, I just haven't really been through the forums. ._.

I HAVE ANOTHER MINION YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Jk. :L

I would really love it (even more love, oh yeah) if you would give me a topic or something for me to try and fail to write about

Try this topic.