Poetry The words from the wolf (open to feedback)

[Hazelfaye]

Perfect Moon Child

The moon glows
With energy fragmented
From the bliss of
The nightly queen.

It looks beautiful
Until you see the moon
Glimmer and shine as if
It were shattered beneath
The rising sun.

And your mind wonders
Why something so perfect
Could be made to be
Yet so broken.

The cycle of moon
And sun continue on,
And you begin to think
About what makes you
Perfect.

 

[Hazelfaye]

Personally,
I don't have
Personality.

Boring,
I am made
of boredom.

What is it that
You wish to
See?

I could be
Anything but
Myself.

Saturated?
I don't hold much
Saturation.

You fill me
In as if I'm
Build-a-Bear.

But fluid,
Ever changing,
Never myself.

How can
That be?
I've tried
Everything.

 

[Hazelfaye]

The Life Shop
[CW// Mentions of Abuse and Narcissism]

Everyone is trying to sell something;
Their heart, their pain, their agony.
You walk into the arms of a narcissist.
You walk into the arms of an abuser.
They want you to buy into their beliefs
While you stand down and do nothing.

Enable what they sell you and they
Will keep gaining more customers.
Then when their shop burns down
Only you will be the criminal;
Never the victim though you were
Always the one being crushed.

Everyone is trying to buy something;
Love, understanding, and support.
You know you need it the most
When everyone is falling apart and
You're pushed to support them further.
They don't realize you feel so alone.

Disable your mind and walk away,
And they will run behind till you
Shut them down and close the doors.
You'll hide in your own world under
The depths of turning pages that
Push you far into new realities.

Everyone is trying to sell something
But not everyone wants to buy it.
Everyone is trying to buy something
But hardly anyone is looking to sell it.
Just take your heart and conceal
The pain weighing down on your hands.

Nothing is ever coming of this
And nothing ever shall.

Spoiler: Notes

I know that in reality not everyone is trying to sell something, but everyone is looking to give and to take, and in this case, that's pretty similar. Not everyone abuses, and not everyone is a narcissist. Yet, everyone needs some form of support which they fail to garner.

 

[Hazelfaye]

Reflection

I glance at my phone and think,
That maybe I'm just lonely.

My mind can't comprehend
Putting effort into my friends.

Although I wish I could give
Just a little bit more of myself.

I glance at the clock and muse,
What am I even working towards?

Night falls and I lay in bed-
Another day gone and wasted.

All of my thoughts keep me tired,
But maybe this is how its supposed to be?

I blink once and then once more,
Hoping that I am wrong.

I usually am.

 

[Hazelfaye]

Skipping Stones

Memories are like
small smooth stones
skipping across a
gentle pool of water.

You can watch as
some go farther,
but you know the
general result.

Every memory ends
with every destination;
A collection of good and
A tribute to the bad.

But to forget is to
let the water freeze
and to suspend the
stones in air.

Left forgotten but
always waiting for the
perfect moment to
remind you of itself.

Each memory is a
skipping stone; an
event of everything
that has shaped you.

 

[Hazelfaye]

What if it won't?

Sometimes I look and I think
Maybe the stars don't need me.
I'm just a lonely tree in the
Midst of a forest chatting fine.

For a while it goes okay
And then the sky turns grey
And everyone fades away
Till I'm left alone to face
this storm.

I imagine I'll be okay,
But nothing seems to be that way.
I wonder if there is a place for me
But my head isn't working right.

I'm heading in a direction and
I really hope it's the right path for me.
Maybe the forest will be my friend
And I won't feel as alone.

But I think the path splits into two
And suddenly I will be torn between
Choosing one and the other,
Causing my mind to split from my body
again.

I know that winter is coming
Because each time one of my
Leaves fall I become just a tad
Bit sadder, a tad bit more gone.

I just pray that winter
Will finally disappear.

 

[Hazelfaye]

The Moon that is Them

You know nothing ever changes
Until you meet the full moon,
And then you begin to ascend
Past everything you thought
you knew.

When you strike terror into
The eyes of those who fought
Longingly against you years ago.

And when you begin to hurt
The ones who adored you ever
Since you met them years ago.

Do you finally begin to understand
What it means to change yourself
And break every moral that you
Held up so highly all those years?

Did you realize that life was like
The phases of the moon- albeit
Nonlinear yet forming you into
Something new for better or for worse?

But then perhaps you should know
That the sun will rise once more
And everything will be okay.

And perhaps you should know
That everyone has a monster inside,
But none of us ever start that way,
Nor do we finish like such.

The sun will rise again
And you will find yourself
Once again, one more time.

 

[Hazelfaye]

Let me go

Hold on,
You're still here?

Listening?
Breathing?

Why exactly?
Whats the point?

There's nothing
I can give you.

Not now,
Not ever.

Just go home,
Sit and relax.

The clock is
Ticking yet I'll
Be fine.

I promise.

 

[Hazelfaye]

Two Voices

Spoiler: Notes

This took a bit to get formatted correctly but I hope you'll enjoy it. It is a reworked version of a poem I wrote a long while ago. If it doesn't appear to have two columns with two people conversing, then please view this poem on your computer's web browser. If you're unable to do that, please let me know and I'll send you a photo.

Also all spots that trail off with ... is purely intentional and I do not plan on changing that. I do get how that may be distressing to see in a poem, or piece of dialect. But is my decision to keep it like that anyway, thank you for understanding

Hey,
It's been a while.

I guess I just
Fell out of it for
A while.

Remember how we used
To watch the stars
Together?

We would watch as the
Sun fell and we'd stare
Delightfully as the Moon
Made its way up.

Your eyes glimmered
So brightly as the moon
Looked down upon us.

How could that be?

You'd lay yourself
On to my chests and
Let me brush my hand
So softly through
The twines of your
Hair.

You purred as if
Your life was nothing
But pure happiness.

It was so-

Hasn't it been so long
Now since then?

Somedays I relive it
Deep inside my head,
Those moments we'd
Share together.

Yeah, of course.
I miss you.


Heh, I know.
Sorry...

Hey.

Well yeah, I guess it has.



I know that feeling.



Um.




Uh, well, yeah?



It was nothing, really.





Look, I-
Aren't we passed
Those things now?




I-




...You're right.



You were really
Something.


But I need you
To let me go.

 

[Hazelfaye]

Tell The Wolf to Stop

Oh I wonder if I'm being too melodramatic.
I got a lot bubbling up inside my head,
But I keep moving on for the sake of
Moving on.

Am I just wistful?
Look I know I said
That I just hate myself.
Am I just depressed?

When the bad morphs into the good
And suddenly you cannot tell the
Difference between good and bad,
Right and wrong, sad and glad.

Maybe I could go back?
I know I've held a blade
Once or twice or so.
Maybe I could free myself?

If I look back will the wolf still be there,
Standing in the corner preying on my
Inner misery and thoughts of
Delusional depressing conundrums?

Does he speak to me?
Yes I hear him all the time.
I'm never good enough.
Am I ever good enough?

 

[Hazelfaye]

Nature Knows

The sun rises with a smile on her face.
The day is looking greater and kinder.
So clouds roll in, and it begins to rain.
But thats okay, things were a little dry.

Even the planet needs time to cry,
Yet in sadness beauty still grows.
Rivers sway and habitats flourish.
Nature knows emotions are valid.

When the thunder comes and goes.
When the night turns to dark gray.
A rainbow will make its way to you,
And say that everything is alright.

This is the mercy the world shows.
It knows you cannot keep fighting.
So it brings you night so you may rest,
And then day so you can breathe.

So take a breath and rest a bit.
The sun waits patiently just as she
Will always be there to do.
You'll be okay, you'll be alright.

 

[Hazelfaye]

A Lavender Reunion

You two embrace-
Her body is a soothing
Warmth spreading
Through the faintest
Of leaves.

You breathe and
You take in her aroma,
A smell of delightful
Roses and lavender
Tingling gently next
To your nose.

It is oftly alluring,
That sense of serenity;
A gentle calmness
Passively brewing
Inside the brunt of
Your chest.

Then she lets go
And steps back to
Let the hug linger
Inside your thoughts
For just one more
Moment longer.

You start to think that
Everything is bound
To one another, that
Everything is bound
To be okay.

She smiles at you,
Patiently waiting for
You to say something.
You are silent, but
This time your face
Speaks out.

Just like little rain drops,
Your tears hit the floor
And you run to her
To hug them once more.
A thank you worth more
Than any word you
Could ever hope to say.

 

[Hazelfaye]

put it down

It's simply ecstatic
The weight you'll
Pile onto your
Neck and shoulders.

The world cannot be carried
Because it is not yours to hold.
You cannot pull its plug
Because it'll only continue to fill.

It's understandable that
You may just try to
Speak to something
That will never talk.

Sometimes you have to vent to
An entity that will never comprehend it.
Sometimes you have to feel pain
To know what true bliss is.

It is something new
To see you so
Worn and broken.

I wonder if you
Fell too soon,
Or once more
Just too late?

 

[Hazelfaye]

The Store

The store is open-
An old and worn down
Piece of mortar and
Stone melancholy
Lacking convenience,
Pushing tainted
Sobriety.

The shelves are
Left ransacked and
Bare as if a drought
Came and swept
Over every corner
Of moisture such
A place could provide.

The store is closed-
A fresh and exciting
Piece of refreshing
And serene culture
Wrapped in pieces
Of thinking fabric,
Forbiddingly alive.

The shelves are repainted
As new life is breathed
Into the very confines
Of this ragged place,
Bringing a sense of
Cheer and flowing
Femininity to its hold.

When there is nothing
To bribe and to sell
The world becomes
Ever so better to live in.
But when its time
To bring them in,
Suddenly everything
You work towards is
Gone, like a leaf
Floating away in
The wind.

 

[Hazelfaye]

the wolf likes control
(cw//depression/selfharm)

Corners always bring about something dark.
There is no reason not to believe that.
I hear him waiting from the depths of it-
A beast so foul signaling my nightmares.

He takes control when you'd least expect it.
You were happy and now you're depressed.
He looks pleased that you can never quite
Seem to see what he is doing to you.

When you pick up the knife you dropped.
When you stop and think about the idea
Of maybe just slicing your skin a little.
He laughs inside your head and mocks you.

When you hold the medicine you need,
And then you feel the urge to take more
Than you could possibly ever need.
He then pushes the directive further in.

There is never a true moment of peace.
I wish there was a way to find it,
But when he traps me with his words
I feel inclined to forget about what
Living is supposed to be.

 

[Hazelfaye]

Falling Apart
You mark a date in
A planner you carry
In the folds of your
Jean's favorite pocket.

There is a question
You cannot quite get
Out of the wrinkles
Of brains only fold.

Is this the right day
For such a bittersweet
And tepid communion?
It has to be, it must.

You're scared of things
Flipping back and forth
Going wrong for the
Hundredth time or so.

The anxiety makes it
Much more than a
Bumbling whisper in the
Back of your conscious thinking.

It has got to be,
But if it is, then
Why is everything
Already falling
Apart?

 

[Hazelfaye]

Birthday Cake

There is a cake.
There is a knife.
The candles are
Being lit up.

You look around,
And people gather.
You feel confined,
A little surrounded.

To celebrate your
Life once a year
And then look away
Every other day.

A simple message,
A easy task to get
done and over with,
Then never speak
again.

Caring is a blessing
Divided into fragments
Of a curse you can
Never let go of.

But for right now,
Maybe everything
Will be okay, if not
Until the very next day.

 

[Hazelfaye]

to leave the night

Sometimes when the sun falls,
Something comes to mind:
If the night is supposed to be calm,
Then why is it so unnerving to see?

There are stars out tonight,
You can never really miss them.
But there is something eerie
As you walk down the alley.

Sometimes when the moon rises,
Something fails to come to mind:
If the moon is supposed to be full,
Then why do I see nothing at all?

What a nightmare,
Being a blank slate.
What a despair,
Having no sight.

There were stars out once,
But they're gone in a single blink.
There was something there,
But now you're falling down
An empty hole.

But sometimes when the sun falls,
Something comes to mind:
You will never truly be alone,
But tonight you just need to be alone.

Trust me,
We all need
To be alone
Sometimes.

 

[Hazelfaye]

the words from the wolf

a poetry collection

• Greetings!
• Poems
• Updates

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  Hello and welcome to my Poetry Collection thread! I just joined RPNation pretty recently, but I was super excited when I saw there was a forum dedicated for general writing. I love to see the creativity that flows from other writers, and I think that's something which really draws me to roleplay. I write poetry mostly on other platforms, but please enjoy some of the ones that I post to this thread. I will continue to update this thread with new poems any time I feel inspired. Please feel free to send me prompts for my writing too, as well as any suggestions, comments, and critiques that you have! :3
  
  
  

  Who am I?

  
  Hi! My name is Hazel and I am Twenty. I am an aspiring writer and also occupied as a Warehouse Worker. My pronouns are he/they and I am nonbinary, panromantic, and possibly ace. I am also neurodivergent, which makes some things difficult for me. I currently run a couple different poetry accounts, but I also sometimes write short stories too. I have a work in progress novel codenamed 'Moons and Shadows,' but I haven't really felt motivated to work on it. My favorite colors are pink and blue, and my favorite animal are Sea Otters!

  My Hobbies

  
  
  Reading: I don't do this nearly as often as I used to, but I do like reading a lot. I have an extensive backlog of books I need to get through, but who knows when that is going to happen, haha. Currently, the book series I'm reading through is the Heroes of Olympus, by Rick Riordan. This is my second time reading through it, but I just love the Percy Jackson universe.
  
  Writing: I think this one is why I'm here? Writing poems, short stories, etc... Its really fun what the human mind can imagine and create into a tale for people all around to read and know.
  
  Videogames: I love playing videogames, and I am primarily a Nintendo Gamer. The Switch is my main console, and I enjoy playing games like: Minecraft, Pokémon, Smash Bros, Animal Crossing, and a bunch more.

  A note to you

  Hello to everyone who is reading this thread right now, tomorrow, or yesterday. Thank you for taking some time out of your busy, busy lives to come and read some of these poems. Ironically, words can't even express my gratitude for you, and all of the support you've given me. It's been a wonderful experience so far, but I think it's time for me to retire this thread. This doesn't mean I'm done posting poems here to RPNation, so don't worry. I thought that after twenty or so poems, I could make a new thread and move things along a different theme, or poetic route. This thread will of course stay up, and if you like to, you can also put your thoughts here now. I realize that having a separate posting for feedback is a bit of a sore thing to do, and for you all to have to do with. Anyway, thank you so so so much for the support you have given me as writer, tis has been a pleasure, and I will see you again soon!
  
  
• This tab will include all links to my poems (posted here on the site).
  
  1. Perfect Moon Child
  2. Personally
  3. The Life Shop (CW//Abuse/Narcissism)
  4. Reflection
  5. Skipping Stones
  6. What if it won't?
  7. The Moon That is Them
  8. Let me go
  9. Two Voices
  10. Tell the Wolf to Sleep
  11. Nature Knows
  12. A Lavender Reunion
  13. Put It Down
  14. The Store
  15. the wolf likes control (CW//Depression/Self-harm)
  16. Falling Apart
  17. Birthday Cake
  18. To Leave the Night
  19. the coward.
  20. Hazel
  
  
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  07/17/2021
  Created 'the words from the wolf' poetry thread.
  
  
  
  07/20/2021
  
  Renamed 'links' tab to 'poems.'
  
  
  
  9/22/2021
  No longer updating the thread, but
  allowing feedback to continue
  being posted.
  
  Thank you for your support.
  

 

[Hazelfaye]

the coward.

I'm ready,
So tonight
Let's go and
Burn the city.

To lie and say
You don't know
How to shed
A tear for them.

I'm ready
To be alone,
But I want
You still.

To tell you
I can't break
Promises I
Didn't make.

I'm ready
To lose,
But only
For myself.

Hope is
For strong
And willful
People.

I'm ready
To say that
I'm not ready
For this.

I'm not.

 

[Hazelfaye]

There was a song
That brought warmth
And emotion to
A heart in difficult
Seasons.

There was a song
That became a journey
To those who felt
Comforted by its
Lyrics.

You look outside
And contemplate
Whether or not a
Car will drive
Past your eyes.

You look inside
Your head and see
A name for you
To take all as
Your own.

Maybe a voice
Will tell you otherwise,
But the song still
Plays for you
Anyway.

Maybe a hand
Will hold you back,
But the song still
Comes through
To you, anyway.

Then just before
Sleep greets you
With a hug you
Start to see
Your name.

On the wall,
In your heart,
A song plays
And calls you.

Hazel.

 

[Hazelfaye]

Hello to everyone who is reading this thread right now, tomorrow, or yesterday. Thank you for taking some time out of your busy, busy lives to come and read some of these poems. Ironically, words can't even express my gratitude for you, and all of the support you've given me. It's been a wonderful experience so far, but I think it's time for me to retire this thread. This doesn't mean I'm done posting poems here to RPNation, so don't worry. I thought that after twenty or so poems, I could make a new thread and move things along a different theme, or poetic route. This thread will of course stay up, and if you like to, you can also put your thoughts here now. I realize that having a separate posting for feedback is a bit of a sore thing to do, and for you all to have to do with. Anyway, thank you so so so much for the support you have given me as writer, tis has been a pleasure, and I will see you again soon!