L. Ahlana Wolf
Biography of L. Ahlana Wolf
I am a writter. I strongly believe that writting is my one and only passion. I get excited to read other great poems and read about other great poets. My goal is that one day, i will inspire someone with my work.
Though i'm only 13, i hope to get my poems publish or at least read. 'Tis why i joined this site.
L. Ahlana Wolf's Works:
none yet: (but i'm woring on it!) Currently i'm writting a book set in the future it's a drama and i'm only about 50 pages in as school has only geving me so much time to write, but i expect to get it published one day.
L. Ahlana Wolf Poems
It seems now more than ever, i can see That we were never ment to be your voice still calles for me but all I hear is bitter sweet
Chains swing, Bells ring We'll all wake up tomorrow.
To My Favorite Hazel Eyed Boy
I don't know why But Somehow i feel oh so udderly alone
Burning Like Fire
Another saterday ticking hours pass like birds flying away, How long should i stay? Another minut, a secong away from what could have been My tears left puddles for you to slip in
Unforgetful was the word that i came to, to describe elaberate scenes the you and i do Though i haven't had one yet and i'm nearly off to bed, I can arrang a situation in my head.
She is a beautiful dancer Her body sways like a ribbon in the wind She is her own cancer Her hair shapes like arms to defind
I Want To Be A Bird
I want to be a bird taking flight I want to be free with delight I want to see great towns and seas I want you to fly away with me
Upside Down Wolrd
Growing up has been so rough But i've skinned my knees enough to have become tough I've fallen, I've Triped, And i've gotten back up
Darkness, thats all that consumes the room for miles A stretch of black silence. Wait for awhile Boom! Boom! Loud claps of thunder,
I Am Wolf
I am Fangs and Claws it's all i'll ever be And my flaws, are all they'll ever see
Inside this lone cardeck lies, memories and forbidden lies They've tourchered me for many years, and it seems now i find them fears,
It seems now more than ever, i can see
That we were never ment to be
your voice still calles for me
but all I hear is bitter sweet
It seems a though I finially know
what it is to feel defeat
you still hold my hand
But your touch is bitter sweet.