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I am usually a free-form poet, but I wanted to try something new. So I wrote this sonnet. I hope you like it...

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"i am the wolf"

i feel like i am not apretiated, not respected.
i feel like ppl fear to go near me, and in that fear they mock me.
i feel as if the moon is my only true friend,and the only one i can trust w/ my secrets.
i feel as if the moon is there just to listen to my sorrows, and its light shines to cheer me up.
i am the wolf.
i stare at the moon in saddness and sorrow,
i stare at that moon in hope and wonder
if somday thet that moon will talk back and tell me the wounderous things it sees on "the other side".
then maby that will make tears stop and smuther the saddness out of the song i howl to it at night.
i am wolf.
its the ppl i blame for all the shame,
and they kill me time and time again with the words as sharp as bullets of silver.
its the ppl that make me sound so bad.
its the ppl that kill for reasons unknown.
i am the wolf


"reach if you can"

reach for the heavens,
reach for your soul,
reach for the hand of your angel.
reach for your wings angel...
...from your gardian angel-
reach, angel, for those wings you can never have
wings you can never have on earth
because earth can be hell

underneath your bed they lurk,
searching for a victim,
until you scream the magic won't work,
and you're safe in your head.

they look for way to scare you,
and chase you out of bed,
and if running is something you do,
they do the unthinkable

for the children are swallowed one by one,
until they are but skeletons,
and indeed the monsters do have fun,
and suck you blood 'till you're dead

but fear not, my child, and sleep,
for the night is approaching,
and if your dreams make your soul weak,
don't look under the bed.

A Haiku is in a set of
5,7,5


you have
5
9
6
in your second one
&
6
9
5
in your third