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This is my story 

I grew up in a small town its quite wonderful and exotic small but great we have so many things from books to online stories yes we had the internet they say  small things are destine for greater stuff in life.
                                Many years past and finally it snowed the second of December 1987 
its known as the wolf night, why yes our town is a werewolf infested place, and boy do they look like Greek Gods and Goddesses , I wish i were that beautiful but Papa says i'm one in a million and i'm unique that even the king will want me but i fear that's the worst thought in the history of my life, I love love life its beauty within and out.

                                                              The word as i knew now cease to exist to me anymore i've been captured for i'm too Wed the Werewolf King don't get me wrong he's the most handsome creature that i ever laid  eyes on and has wealth for many centuries too come but its wrong of them i'm no baby making machine nor am i someones toy i'm just a little human after all screw their kind all i ever wanted was too live my live freely and independently why me ,why not my sisters or the other village willing girls.
                                                 Life as it was isn't going to be the same anymore for i am bonded too that demon ,lord of destruction little did i know what the future held instore for "Us".
                                                       Today the 28th of June 1988 yes its been a year and finally i'm being known as Hirea lee KONSTANTINOV  what have i ever did too displease you this much god why punish me for a crime i did not do, was i never greatful too you I prayed day in day out  these were the silent plea from her 
                                   who am i well i'm her husband and king i can hear her thoughts and read her feelings its not my choice but she is the mate of my wolf and wife too me one thing that know one has on her is that pure soul she holds and for a human woman she isn't one hundred percent i can sense it she has an immortality and doesn't even know she is one woman who hasn't given me a second glance but i'll make her fall in love and show her there is great things too explore even if all seems lost 
                                                                       I want too scream and shout , but i won't , they were so many things i wanted too accomplish i have an immortal gift its from my mother she was half vampire half siren she was those plus werewolf but something happened too mother that night in the woods but her spirit lies within me if thy king expected me to remained quite he lied too himself for he has another thing coming 

                                                          i was inspired by steve aka ( angel)
  
              A thousand masks
i hide between a thousand masks,
i hide everything how can i express it,
i hide because i'm afraid and scared
what has me so frightened, 
what could it possible be, 
the world as we know it 
has me scared, has me afraid 
too be who i truly want to be 
a thousand masks beholds what,
and who i am ,
a thousand masks tells everything that's 
been kept within
i want to be free from this 
a prisoner that is held captive
in a thousand masks
i want to be free but how?
 when i myself am that
thousand masks

words they mean more than one can understand,

But if we don't understand them then why speak 

or say things we may not mean, why even talk

well its just life words do hurt an individual whether,

true or not what you say can affect a person tremendously 

we say sorry like it makes anything better or it fixes the fact what 

we said was just a slip of the tongue 

words aren't just words they hold strong meanings 

so be mindful of the next word that leaves your mouth

think of that persons feelings and put your self in their position 

be mindful of the things you say before you say them

Masks

~Steve (Angels)

Which is the real me?

I ask myself as I search through the masks

Those smashed to pieces in hate

And those born cracked and broken.

They scare me sometimes.

Empty chasms gaze out at me

Once there were eyes but now they are gone

I can’t remember what they looked like.

They all feel wrong somehow

Whenever I try them on

Smiles and frowns and tears and joy

Is this really me? It can’t be.

I am damaged the same as them

Just as the spider web of pain

Creeps across my soul

So does it across my many masks.

So where am I? I can’t tell they all look so real

The plastic has turned to spongy flesh

They are as broken as me

My eyes are empty pits.

Maybe one day I will find the real me

The mask that fits me

One I can show to the world

Broken as it is.

The Songbird On Earth

Hey everyone, I liked writing about the Songbird so I continued it on. Here's everything so far, including what I've already posted. Please enjoy!
~Steve (Angels)

Far away a songbird flies,

Where he goes he does not know,

Over mountains through the skies,

Across countries he will go.

You will never clip my wings,

The cheeky songbird always sings,

Where there’s life and hope I’ll be,

Flying over land and sea.

The songbird passes towns and people,

And sees a square filled with a crowd,

He perches on a building’s steeple,

And listens to the screaming sound.

He sees the fists and guns too late,

He sees the flags in the morning light,

He sees the leaders preaching hate,

He doesn’t understand the sight.

The bullets loose and the songbird flies,

He won’t let the evil take him,

Though he cannot stand the lies,

Others still have need of him.

You will never clip my wings,

The cheeky songbird always sings,

Where there’s life and hope I’ll be,

Flying over land and sea.

From the towns to up high,

He begins to bathe in the sky’s long rivers,

He lets out a pleasant sigh,

Until the icy water starts the shivers.

But the Songbird is not alone up here,

No, there is a mighty Eagle,

Rumors talk of this wise seer,

Soaring above the land so regal.

“Oh Eagle tell me won’t you please,

of this world so big and round,

tell me of the grass and trees,

of the seas, the earth, the ground.

Tell me of the men and women,

tell me why they scream and moan,

tell me of the crying children,

and why they have not got a home.”

There is silence in the skies,

Eagle does not say a word,

But then the voice comes deep and wise,

Startling our little sweet Songbird.

“Humans care not for the world they live in,

they care not for the earth, the seas,

they care not for their wives, their children,

they care not for the birds, the bees.

They burn and kill and maim and slash,

they deal in nothing but hate and death,

with all goodness they do clash,

and soon there will be nothing left.

Smell the foulness on the air,

see the land that is cut and crying,

feel the death of all that is fair,

hear our world slowly dying.

Humans plague all goodly creatures,

They do not understand their wrong,

They are nothing but evil leeches,

This you must learn from Eagle’s song.”

The Songbird heard Eagle’s words so wise,

But he could not accept their truth,

They must be naught but lies,

From an observer so aloof.

“Humans are no evil creatures,

they have their faults and so do we,

we can strive to be their teachers,

we can teach them to be free.”

Eagle shakes his mighty head,

The Songbird leaves the clouds behind,

No matter what Eagle said,

Goodness will the Songbird find.

Why does the Songbird think this so?

Why will he search with great care?

Why around the world will he go?

Because there is always good out there.

Ants and Stars

Hi everyone, here's just another little poem Fee inspired me to write. 

Love Steve

From my first to my last breath

I will never understand humanity

Everywhere I see there is cruelty woven into the human race

The world is dark and full of evil

I ask if cruelty is offset by kindness

We can’t compare ants to stars

Or can we?

We can all change the world

An ant in the right place can change everything

A smile can be brighter than the sun

We have to open our eyes to see past the shadows

The smallest things are big to some

We all have to make sure it is not too dark to see

friendship

                                                           Friendship
                                           What is friendship? good question right                                                  
                                            to me friendship is a sacred bond shared,                                       
                                            to those we love and trust,
                                            friendship holds many values     
                                            friends are easily made, but trust is hard to give back once broken                                             true friendship never wavers nor does it sink       
                                            in friendship there lies its ups and downs
                                            no one said that friendship is easy as pie
                                            being able to call yourself a friend is by supporting them in times of
                                             need, correcting them when they're wrong and believing in them,
                                             when no one else will.
                                              Be a friend not hater
                                              love and respect each other no matter skin colour, hair, religion or
                                               race those doesn't define one but character and personality
 




                                                                                                                               by fee

The Songbird

I'm not sure if this is even considered to be a poem but I wrote it this morning. I just found it fun to rhyme about a bird. Felisha inspired me :)

Far away a songbird flies,

Where he goes he does not know,

Over mountains through the skies,

Across countries he will go.

You will never clip my wings,

The cheeky songbird always sings,

Where there’s life and hope I’ll be,

Flying over land and sea.

~ Love Steve (MercyofAngels)

why?

                                                                     why?                                                                                                                                                 why how many time I've asked myself                                                                                                        this is the question that constantly keeps replaying,                                                                                over and over again why?                                                                                                                           but the answer is quite simple,                                                                                                                 oh how could I not have known                                                                                                                     it's always been there, right there all along                                                                                                 staring me in the face                                                                                                                                how could I've been so blind,                                                                                                                  blind to the fact that you were mine from the start.