They call me Auslander
The snow falls,
Drifting through the trees,
Sifting into light banks,
Formed by the supple breeze.
It feels good,
To watch it alone,
I am silent and still,
I am frozen to my bones.
The cold can't bother me,
My mind is free,
The pain is gone,
The way it should be.
I wait until they do not sense my presence,
When they do not see,
Then I attack,
No emotion or mercy.
I have left humanity,
My sick, twisted old pack,
I saw through their vanity,
When I was stabbed in the back.
Never again will they torment me,
Never will they try,
If they come near my World,
They most assuredly die.
I am the lone wolf,
Freed of society's grope,
I have found my peace,
My happiness, my long-awaited hope.
They call me Auslander,
I call them no more.
Author notes
I wrote this today in my Spanish II class instead of listening to the nut that is my teacher. It's raw, and is in need of a lot of work, but I won't do it. Though it never sounds proper, only raw work conveys the true emotion of a work of literature. Primative as this may be, it's exactly as it should be.
Written October 13th, 2004
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ahhh im in love with this one. i can totally visualize this and i like how this poem and the last one i read is about cold and winter. my two favorite things! heh. well again great write.
<3lauren -
Hey, it was about time you wrote something new and put it on here. But this was awesome. Awesomely rad, with a hint of cool potatos in it. Hehe, no but seriously now. The poem was deep. Though, I still don't know what auslander is suppossed to be. Sorry for my misspelling anything. I'm no good without spell check. So yeah, Senora's a freak. This is awesome!
Peace and Love,
Leah.
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