I am sitting here awake,

listening to the night,

as it goes on silently,

but I hear some things,

The wind blows outside,

as the rain falls,

the trees rustle,

and the shadows move,

I am awake,

because of the night,

it is not completely silent,

there is a faint whisper,

The wind howls,

but I am not frightened,

I just listen,

to the calls of the night.

It feels like everything,

is falling apart,

what is happening?

it can’t be this hard,
 

The thread I’m pulling on,

becomes thinner and thinner,

until there is nothing left,

it’s all gone,
 

There is something happening,

I feel angry,

I want to tear this paper,

until it is in shreds,
 

Inside me it twitches,

like a spark on a live wire,

it senses my soul,

and eats up my humanity,
 

There will be nothing left of me,

after this emotion,

takes hold, I scream,

wanting to break free of this,
 

Suddenly the tears flow,

nothing can be done to stop them,

they trickle down my face,

and leave my eyes hurting,
 

My body wants to curl,

and hide until the pain stops,

until all fades away,

until it all falls apart, and leaves me empty.

Somewhere in the sky,

in the clouds, floating,

there is a power,

greater than any other,

the wind breezes through,

the wings of a being,

then it dives down,

against the currents,

the wings shutter and soar,

helping the creature live,

but an evil takes over,

blackness falters,

it brings down the power,

reduces it to nothing,

and the wings fade,

and chains wrap its soul,

the dark power grows,

digging into the heart,

but light will prevail,

and conquer the bleakness,

the bright wings fly,

once again,

they soar and dive,

and live once more.

We live to survive,

To glow in power,

But that power fades,

And we fall apart,

Death, pain,

Those are my life,

It is what I am,

Evil knows no good,

The tortured soul is within,

All living,

Crawl to be something,

But nothing is there,

In my heart,

Pain, despair seeps in,

Takes over my soul,

Lives within me until death,

The tortured soul is mine,

It’s always there,

Waiting to torment me,

And I want it,

 My little tortured soul.

(Very Buffy inspired poem.)

In the cold night I wander,

out into the mountain and frosty air,

then there is a howling,

a strange but majestic sound,

I walk along a frosted path,

the trees around me all seem scared of something,

they are shaking in the wind,

and then I see the eyes,

The eyes are piercing in the dark,

they are golden, and frightening,

but there is some sort of comfort,

in these big round eyes,

They come closer, I turn to run,

but my feet won’t move,

I hear the howling again,

and begin to shake,

I turn around slowly,

and now he’s visible,

the snow white fur blended in with the scenery,

but it is also very distinguishable,

The wolf began to move from side to side,

walking slowly and mysteriously,

but then it started to run,

and it seemed to jump through me,

I know possess a wolf’s soul,

how or why are still the questions I ask,

but I feel more powerful,

more beautiful with the wolf inside me.

As it gently falls,

the snow creates a surrounding,

one of beauty and purity,

and it makes everything all right,
 

It is silent outside,

when the snow falls,

it looks so beautiful,

and the sun shines brighter,
 

The light shines through the window,

as the glimmer comes off the snow,

it’s like a blanket,

that covers the world,
 

This will prevent the evil,

from getting into the little places,

the little places that darkness likes,

that the quiet likes,
 

In winter, it all seems,

to stand still,

to freeze, like the air,

like the hearts of everyone,
 

It quietly falls,

like the sun setting,

or the moon rising,

and then falls again,
 

The snow is so quiet,

as quiet as the night,

breath does not even appear,

the snow gently falls, quietly.

Sorrow,

Be my window,

Be my light,

I scream with all of my might,

Pain,

I cry in shame,

Waiting for you,

Is the hardest thing to do,

Time,

Make my blood shine,

Like fire spreading,

Broken wings flying,

Once again,

It is the end,

Of all things, you and me,

When will anyone see?

 

Tear,

It rests there,

Only on your cheek,

As you wave to me.

My Solitude,

Where have you gone?

You used to be,

Where my heart is,

Hey solitude,

Why don’t you,

Visit me for awhile,

Because I’m lonely,

Why do I feel this why?

I shake and tremble,

Because I am alone,

In this crowded place,

Fear and sadness,

Are my only friends,

Because they are,

My solitude,

Please give me solitude,

I need it,

Because I am lonely.

Snow falls gently on the ground,

as the sun shines through the clouds,

the small white flecks,

become brighter and brighter,

The snow covers the earth,

like a blanket of softness,

and everything is silent,

as the snow falls gently again,

The clouds are gray and cover the sun,

but it is a crisp day outside,

it is not too cold,

but one’s breath can still be seen,

Snow falls gently to the ground,

where does it come from?

no one really knows,

it is a beautiful thing,

The snowflakes carry on the wind,

as it grows colder,

but they are still falling gently,

making the air silent.

Snow falls gently on the ground,

as the sun shines through the clouds,

the small white flecks,

become brighter and brighter,

The snow covers the earth,

like a blanket of softness,

and everything is silent,

as the snow falls gently again,

The clouds are gray and cover the sun,

but it is a crisp day outside,

it is not too cold,

but one’s breath can still be seen,

Snow falls gently to the ground,

where does it come from?

no one really knows,

it is a beautiful thing,

The snowflakes carry on the wind,

as it grows colder,

but they are still falling gently,

making the air silent.