Poemz....
ONCE

Once I dreamed of flying.
Once I broke a limb.
Once I adored to swim.
Once I almost drowned.
Once I soared through the air.
Once I tore a ligament.
Once I had a dream.
Once I made a bad judgement.
Once I, once I...
Once I lost what has most important to me.
Once I wanted to love.
Once I gave my heart to someone.
Once I had it taken away.
Once I, just once I would hope.
Once I hoped to die.
The Chase

Soft snowflakes drifting to the ground;
The cold winter breeze sweeping
Across the forest.
A bright light coming from the sky;
It is the moon shining
Down upon the earth.
A cluster of luminous eyes
Glowing from between the trees.
A hushed snarl increases,
         Louder, louder.
Taking one step at a time
         Patiently, slowly.
Growling, with a flash of
Clean,
        White,
                 Sharp,
Pointed teeth.
A thin string of saliva
Dripping down each tooth.
I start to back away
         Cautiously, carefully.
SNAP!
I step on a tree branch.
The wolf begins to gain speed;
I run faster and faster.
The speed intensifies;
I trip and stumble,
          Falling, falling.
I lay there silently,
Pretending to be dead.
The wolf comes to me,
Inspecting the prey.
I could hear its breath
As it sniffs my ear.
Feeling the warmth of its fur
Against my cold body,
It nudges me with its cool nose
Trying to turn me over.
I am too heavy to move.
Walking away slowly,
Back towards the trees,
It joins the pack again,
Howling to the moon.
The Brawl

Hushed murmurs travel thoughout the air;
Crowds of people swarm around the circle.
Screaming,    hooting,       howling,
Everyone seems to be restless.
Two boys push through the crowd.
One muscular, tall and handsome.
The other, lean and rugged.
Soon the murmurs increase in volume
And the two boys
Are filled with rage.
Feet moving side to side,
Fists clenched together;
Beads of perspiration
Trickling down the sides
Of their faces.
The first swing of the punch,
Right in the gut;
The second, across the jaw.
Saliva adrift in the air,
Descending onto the grass.
Cheering,       whistling,
The people are uneasy.
The final and last swing
Coming slowly, gradually,
Everyone in awe.
Nearing towards the face,
Hitting hard against the cheekbone.
He falls to the ground
With a loud thud with
Shrieks and cries coming from all around.
Darting, dashing,
Left             to              right,
He is left all alone.
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