I am one who chases wolves



I am one who chases wolves who enter my dreams
Night tales speak of your bravery or stupidity
I am not sure which fairy tale you believe

Who has the claws and who has the soft belly?
I am not one you should pursue
I will bare my teeth and my own talons

Ripping your too sweet words
Hurled in a love bomb Molotov cocktail
The shrapnel from the explosion of lies
Will ricochet back to you
Tearing holes in the story you tell

Do not dance in my forest!!
The music is meant for me and my kind
The murder of crows will remember your face
And your deeds!

They are not as forgiving as I am

About this poem

This poem was written to describe a collage made during poetry class

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Written on June 04, 2024

Submitted by Kaytee on September 27, 2024

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XAX ABX XXXBX XXXX X
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 588
Words 127
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 3, 3, 5, 4, 1

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  • Symmetry60
    This right here is your niche - raw, deep and guttural. It's truer to your style and creativity. Don't let the classes turn you into a policy. Keep those wings spread so your true self can soar. This is the Kaytee I adore with a brilliant mind. This one has all the elements I love in metaphors I can relate to. I'd love to see this collage to see where you gleaned your imagery from. This has some really cool ideas incorporated into it. Careful how deeply you go. Next thing you know your train is pulling up to Steve Station to which there is no return. *shutter*

    Stay demented, buddy. I'd hate to see you heal and "lose your poetry." ;-)
     
    LikeReply1 month ago
    • Kaytee
      all the validation I need in life is a 5 star review from the infamous Steve D. I do feel a bit lately that I am healing and I've somewhat lost my mojo. Then I find an old journal and I remember the demented tortured soul is still there bwahaha. I'm glad my metaphors are not too awful. 
      LikeReply 11 month ago
    • Kaytee
      oh, I attached the picture the collage to the last post
      LikeReply 11 month ago
    • Symmetry60
      We have to hold onto our dysfunction for dear life if we aspire to be poets. There's no better way to make ourselves be at one with our words. All else is indulgence in my humble C- opinion.

      What people relate to is truth and sincerity. We're all here trying to forge and forage the greatest likenesses of ourselves that we can. Our greatest attributes are openness, honesty, rawness, courage and creativity. That is precisely why I will never study formal poetry. While it may expand the creative aspects of our artistry, it also cordons, constrains and frames us within its poetic policies and procedures. I am much too much a rebel to be constrained by rules and regulations. Take me as I am or suck it is my philosophy. I'm the rule that was made to be broken, and broken I shall remain. So let it be shitten, so let it be fun. ;-) 
      LikeReply1 month ago
    • Symmetry60
      P.S. If you could stay somewhat broken for your pal, Steve, that would be great. Let's say 83% French cut bikini without batting an eye on a beach full of horny Quebecians confident coupled with 27% love handles with stretch marks and half shirts are totally sexy disillusionment. That seems like a healthy mix for you to be able to maintain swagger. I think we can both agree that anything less than 27%, and poetry can suffer some pretty gnarly garlic breath. :-P 
      LikeReply1 month ago
    • Kaytee
      no worries, sir, I promise to stay feral and chaotic. I'm sure my poor choices in life will keep from healing completely
      LikeReply 11 month ago
    • Symmetry60
      Your friendship with me lets me know you're willing to make those vomitous choices. My ego thanks you for your sacrifice. Crisis averted. ;-P
      LikeReply 11 month ago

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