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cassidy, 22.03.2022
I WON'T/I WANT
sterek poetry, derek POV.
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I wouldn't give him the time of day,Â
if he asked me,Â
but I'd always give him my time.
I wouldn't take his help,Â
if I needed it,Â
but I'd take his hand in mine.
I wouldn't laugh at his jokes,Â
though they're funny,Â
but his laughter makes me feel safe.
I wouldn't tell him i care,Â
though I want to,Â
but if he told me? I would cave.
.
âFucker.â
â Jacqueline Allen Trimble, from âPoem for My Neighbor Whose Good Intentions Are Wolf Peltâ

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Please share if you agreed -WFA
I made a little poem for yâall ^^
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Look at your strong legs
They run through the fields and forests
Look at your ears
They turn and twitch as they track the sounds
Look at your eyes
Beautiful and shiny, taking in the world
Look at your claws
Weapons and a tool, they help you run and fight
Look at your nose
Smelling scents even from afar
Look at your fur
It blows in the wind majestically, it keeps you warm
Look at your fangs
Menacing and sharp
Look at you
Youâre wild
Youâre free
The last spirit guardian (epilogue)
She was at peace in the forest, Though she really couldnât tell you why; Something about those tall trees Consoled her, The girl with the hollow eyes.
Every time she went to visit Those old-grown trees untouched by man Her shadow-self stopped whispering And its weight would abate For a short timespan.
Questions, Ever looming in doubts and worries, So swiftly dissolved in ur-infused air, And, homebound, sheâd always wonder Why sheâd take so long to Get back, there.
Back in the box of stone she shared Inner tensions soon would rise As shadows reclaimed her, unnoticed, For none would acknowledge Her hollow eyes.
What did she hide?
Questions, ever piling; Swallowed in self-effacement; The unwillingness to be considered Whining.
Questions, ever piling;
Solely muttered to the mirror; the moon; The god sheâd pray to;
The silence â
Questions, Sans respondence,
Save for self-shadowâs whispers, Reverberating Within the confines Of her heart, womb, lungs, and mind, Seeping from her portals of soul, So tainting the beheld world With an umbral grime.
One wintry night The walls tried to snatch her As the stone box she shared Turned a casket, And she fled from the bed, by dejection Possessed, Toward the sanctified arms of the forest.
She traipsed through the cold Of the moonlit snow, So pristine bright no shadow could live there, Till a peculiar patch of moss, she found. Its lush, vibrant green in Winter so rare.
Warm to the touch, the moss did feel, As if a great beast Had there found nightly peace, And she, overtaken by sudden fatigue, Collapsed on the soft To decompose;
To dieâŚ
To dreamâŚ
Before her stood The great ancient wolf With daunting teeth, and gentlest eyes. He looked concerned:
âI almost didnât recognize you, pup. Has life been treating you
Unkind?â
She could not speak, Her throat lumped shut; Yet answer did her hollow gaze As at long last eyes brimmed with tears She had planned on sucking up Forever and a day.
The ancient wolf but shook his head, Then turned and ran away.
âPlease, donât goâŚâ, she whimpered.
âFollow me, then.â
The ancient beast Did say.
At first she felt helpless; rigid and rusty, Clumsily following the wolfâs swift pace, But soon enough her steps Returned bouncy, And she felt so agile Leaping past trees and shrubberies; She started to believe â She could win This race.
She ran and for the first time since so long She did not run away; She dashed, and darted; ducked, and dove; Frolicked in giggling liberty !â Till she finally tagged the wolf, Who chuckled, accomplished:
"Time to wake.â
She woke up in that lushest green moss, Beholding the forest in summerâs delight.
âHave I slept for so long?â, She wondered,
Marveling at all buttoning wonders of life.
She looked at the blue Through the treesâ canopies; She looked at the dancing butterflies; She looked at the ground, and, bewildered, Looked at the paws that once were her feet.
She looked at it all With sparkling eyes;
Eyes that could ward off each umbral grime.
Finally gone, The gnawing hollow.
The girl was reborn a forest spirit, So taking on a great wolfâs shape.
She was chosen For her heart, her courage; She was picked For her care and whit.
One last time she pondered On shackles, and stone boxes; caskets, And shadows; loud inner voicesâŚ
Answererâs, silent.
She pondered on all her lives, Unlived.
She pondered on all of this, Till a chuckle, a nudge, and familiar voice, Exclaiming:
âTag, youâre it!â
â 14-10-2021, M.A. Tempels Š â⌠inspired by @becomingpoetâs comment on âThe last spirit guardianâ, saying she âhoped the girl would find her light one day, before the wolf and forest were goneâ⌠I hadnât considered that to be an option, so when I did I immediately had to write the happy ending.â
âI am going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life.â
â Elsie de Wolf
Valencia Wilianto, @poetryofhvaw

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If one more thing happens this week I'm going to start writing mcr lyrics on the inside cover of my sketchbook like I did when I was 14
âFirst say to yourself what you would be, then do what you have to do.â
â Epictetus
Tell me,
Why do you go quiet about the things you think the most about?

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âSometimes in life we just need someone who will be there for us, someone who will listen, someone who will understand that we are not perfect.â
â Mimi Estrada
Randallâs true colors.