Being Different

 

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Being Different

They said I was weird

They said I think differently

They said I looked different

They said I wasn’t normal

Is it the way I walk?

Is it the way I talk?

Is it the way I eat?

Do my thoughts bother you all?

Do my speeches enrage you all?

Or have you ever imagined that maybe

Just maybe that it was you guys

Weren’t your minds to caged?

Weren’t your speeches too eager to please others?

Did you feel me not right because you guys were locking yourselves in?

So for once let us be free

The ill will I bore will be no longer

Let us smile and call off all the past events

I wish we can talk and laugh

But alas it is but a will of my own

You can just sit in your comfortable norms

While I will venture myself to the unknowns

And let us meet again after decades

Then I’ll show you how my “weirdness” earned more life

How my “weirdness” earned more friends

How my “weirdness” earned more values

So call me a fool now

Because this is the last time you’ll be able to

And when the time comes

I’ll return the smugness you all faced me with

Custous Angelus

Puppet Boy

 

Living life on a string,

I sat on the shelf above the wood carvers bench.

I stare out the window as a shooting star fades into the night sky,

It flies away, it has no strings, unlike me.

I was a popular toy,

The woodcarvers favourite in fact,

he would always show me off to the boys and girls,

a tap of the foot, a tip of the hat, the usual evening act.

He doesn’t play with me anymore,

He hasn’t for a very long time.

He’s been under the covers of his bed,

I’m afraid he’ll never wake up.

The room is often dark, damp and very cold,

The wood of my body is starting to splinter and mould.

A rotten stench fills the room and floods my nose,

A vase is filled with rancid water and a single, wilted rose.

I try to move but my body is as stiff as a board.

I try to call for help but my mouth does not open.

The paint that was once my eyes has faded away,

Blinding me in one eye, but I can still almost see the sky.

The speckles in the dark,

The stars in the great abyss,

What secrets do they hold,

Are they like me, do they got old, do they have strings like me?

The question bounces around my empty shell.

Another blink, a flash of light,

Pierces the sky with its mighty flight.

Followed by another, and another, and another

And another…

The sky filled with beams of light,

Stars travelling freely through the night,

No strings to hold them back.

A creak, a crack, and a fall.

The shelf had finally succumbed to the rot,

And with its contents, I begin my descent,

The cold dark floor below me making its approach.

Fear should have gripped me,

But instead, a warmth filled its place.

Is this how the stars feel when they fall from the sky?

It feels almost… peaceful.

I feel for the first time in a long time,

Like I can smile.

Falling with the stars,

I can’t help but feel happy.

There are no strings on me…

I am free…

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Undone

 

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Untie the tangled filaments of thought

floundering around in my gelatinous mind

Unleash me from the noose of my biggest fears

creeping up with the crescent moon

Unarm the troops I placed

around a flock of words almost spoken

Unbind me to the face I wear

to shield from the burn of a spotlight of stares

Untangle me, waters of Crystal Pond,

in this corner of the universe

between you and me —

wash away the grime gathering

in the crooks of my elbows,

parasites feeding off the loam off my skin,

and show me what’s left —

Undo everything I ever was

and everything I’m meant to become

and leave me strangling

just a stretch offshore

in the air I was born —

in the air I belong —

unpolluted by human complexity,

living, breathing,

undone.

Anna Y.

The Wolf Who Cried Boy

 

 

Oh werewolf with woollen wings,

Whimpering in the willows.

Thou vile voice a vice grip

Stuffed inside her pillows.

Yours is a violent cry for help

One should never have to hear.

So dare come near, just know it clear.

Your fleer; my leer. For tears, jeers and

Featherweight fears will never break weirs that

Forever fill wells deeper than the darkest hole

You gouged in the lightest soul.

Your sword; her shield. My words; wounds healed.

I’m ever bending moonlight to set it right.

Go haunt yourself through a never ending night!

A single silver bullet shimmers in her sunlight.

The same one you shot upright.

Falling fast into the broken bed you made.

Now let it embed deep in your head. Well played.

There once was a wolf who cried “boy”. 

And once should have been enough. 

It’s time to torment yourself instead. 

Hurting her never made you tough.

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devils in the detail

 

 i suffer through restless nights

sleeping upright, feeling uptight

i dig my nails into the bedside

casting curses into the twilight

you might then find me among those fools

who walk the streets between dog and wolf

but there are devils in the detail

sprites that hide between the cracks

i pour over concrete slabs to find

their bright eyes peering back

and if i find them we might speak

and if we speak we might agree

they might agree to let me sleep

and i might let my demons be

Oliver Wilikers

Howl in the Dark

 

 I smell the wild on you.

How the snow is caked in your fur.

When the night falls, what does

It offer besides survival.

And the means to be something

besides human.

We're stuck here somewhere where

The earth has broken.

And the cold envelopes everything it

Touches.

You stand there in the snow

Teeth bared.

Not afraid to go at it once more.

I've grown tired, so very tired.

Your eyes burn the snow.

That fierce longing to stay alive.

What else does the night offer,

We've consumed pretty much

everything else except each other.

And I am tired of fighting.

Nothing pretty survives out here alone,

In the dark.

Together, you and I nestled in each other's warm.

When hunger subsides.

We'll find it in each other.

Kewayne Wadley

The Hunt of Fate

 

Fate is cruel, as a lone wolf in the night:

It cares not about your hopes, your dreams,

It disregards your wants and your needs;

For it wants nothing more than to feast.

Night falls in the forest, you are on your own.

From the dark, you hear a chilling howl,

Unaware that Fate is on the prowl;

Your end foretold only by an owl.

It lurks in the darkness, you feel its presence.

Is it the shadow behind your back?

You can feel it breathing down your neck;

You can't yet see it, it is pitch black.

The moonlight shines down, finally you spot it.

A terrifying sight, your eyes lock,

Your heart skips a beat, you are in shock;

The sky filled by a murderous flock.

With its cover blown, the animal gives chase.

You try to run, hoping to escape,

Give it your all, you are in good shape;

You trip and you fall, can't run from Fate.

The beast draws near, running is of little use.

Out of options, unwilling to die,

Might seem foolish, but you have to try!

Back on your feet, it's not yet goodbye!

The battle begins, a test of strength and will.

It's jaws are lethal, claws full of might,

But regardless, you must win this fight;

Someone's blood will be spilt on this night.

The war is exhausting, you're evenly matched.

Eye for an eye is how you two brawl,

A limb for a limb, someone must fall,

Slowly but surely, you will stand tall!

The fighting goes on for hours, if not longer.

It's end awaited by hungry crows.

And finally, with a mighty blow

You manage to overcome your foe!

Fate falls at your hands, the wolf lies at your feet.

You have done it, fought with tooth and nail,

Challenged fate and lived to tell the tale;

I am doing the same...

Kristoph Noleman

To Change is To Survive, The Wolf understood

 

The Wolf, it hungered, while you stayed warm,

Bound to its pack, shaped by the storm,

Through frost and through famine,

The Wolf, it did suffer, while The Dog lay secure.

But when disaster did strike, stealing Dog's home,

She was left to the frost, forsaken, alone,

She wandered as prey, and trembled in fear,

Until one day, she saw naught but a pack,

Warm, safe numbers, a home-- one she lacked,

And so she found herself The Wolf,

Mercy, she asked, May I join your pack?

The Wolf, it snarled, when she begged for stay,

Herald The Dog who yearns for warmth!

When she had comfort when we had naught!

The Dog bowed her head, but she could not,

Explain to The Wolf what it owed her not.

The Dog, she wandered, searching for fire,

But the world was not warm as her home had once been.

So she carved her own pack,

Starved through the winter,

Charged into battle, unraveled by the years,

And so came to be, The Dog was assured,

That in her place, The Wolf endured.

What is a Dog if not a fledgling Wolf? 

She'll have to grow wings and fly if she wants to survive. 

The Wolf knows this well; 

For it too was once a lone Dog.

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Lone wolf

 

They whispered that he was alone because he had to be,

that some creatures are too wild to stay,

too restless, to belong.

But the wolf remembers…

the warmth of the fire,

the weight of a world that once welcomed him.

And he knows now: it wasn’t his wildness they feared,

but the way he saw through the shadows.

The wolf knows better.

The howl was never a warning,

never a call for chaos—

but a song for the lost,

a promise that no one walks alone.

So he left them in their silence,

turned his voice to the moon,

where the lonely still listen,

where the echoes do not twist—

but repeat the truth,

for those ready to hear it.

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In another life

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In another life, I could’ve loved you.

Our rivers intertwined as they can often do,

our flows becoming one, when they were once two.

In another life, I might have met you,

but the sky’s gone all blue.

For this is not that life,

and I will never be your wife.

In another life, I would be in a white dress,

walking down an aisle to confess

my love for you.

We’d promise each other to be forever true.

But those would only be pretty lies,

and overtime, we would grow to despise.

In another life, maybe we could work it out,

maybe we could get through this drought.

The storm would finally end,

and our love would transcend,

all obstacles.

In another life, you could’ve loved me,

and I might’ve let you.

But I let you say goodbye and cried later that night,

at another life that might’ve been.

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