Submissions by Sunwolfe1745
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have never seen myself as a poet, but the words are scattered across my mind like Autumn leaves soaked and decaying on a late winter morn. I need to clear the corners of my skull, the piles have become too deep to keep inside.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Jul 2020 8:02am
27th Jul 2020 8:02am
Broken (part 2)
#abuse
#despair
#suffering #FeelingTrapped
#suffering #FeelingTrapped
392 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2020 5:37am
27th Jul 2020 5:37am
Faith(less)
She came to me
years ago
softly whispering
in my ear
Her truth
Her rules
for saving
absolution
Her mock smile
and coquettish glances
drawing me to her warmth
like kids to the candy man
But She was a prize
a gift
never meant for me.
I wasn’t blessed
Magic
is only magic
If you refuse
the reality
When I looked up
hoping to behold her beauty
I discovered
She wasn’t there
This lass was
never with me
I trudged on
alone ...
years ago
softly whispering
in my ear
Her truth
Her rules
for saving
absolution
Her mock smile
and coquettish glances
drawing me to her warmth
like kids to the candy man
But She was a prize
a gift
never meant for me.
I wasn’t blessed
Magic
is only magic
If you refuse
the reality
When I looked up
hoping to behold her beauty
I discovered
She wasn’t there
This lass was
never with me
I trudged on
alone ...
#atheism
#faith
#spiritual
344 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Jul 2020 7:28am
26th Jul 2020 7:28am
Broken (part 1)
I was broken. I knew it and he knew it. Exactly when it happened I wasn’t sure. That isn’t true, I knew exactly when it happened. This is that voyage. When he first took me and brought me here, even through the fear and despair, a part of me felt it could survive intact.
The room he put me in had a concrete shelf with a mattress on it and a bucket in the corner. There was one deep window high in the wall that let in some light in the afternoon and a drain in the center of the gently sloped floors.
There were two doors in the room. One that led “out”, where ever out was. I knew...
The room he put me in had a concrete shelf with a mattress on it and a bucket in the corner. There was one deep window high in the wall that let in some light in the afternoon and a drain in the center of the gently sloped floors.
There were two doors in the room. One that led “out”, where ever out was. I knew...
#abuse
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
389 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Dec 2019 9:48am
6th Dec 2019 9:48am
Succumb
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#shame
#sensual
873 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Oct 2018 5:02am
12th Oct 2018 5:02am
Finding healing
It has been over 34 years since I lost myself to the corrupt hands of my abuser. But I have made a decision which hopefully will return a piece of my soul to me. Something that will also keep other children from being broken, or maybe make it possible for them to heal. My gut tells me that a pedophile who has not been caught is still abusing children. Well I know where my abuser lives and I am writing the local States Attorney to see if an investigation can be opened up into his affiliations to youth organizations. I have thought about this and even though a part of me would get...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#redemption #MovingOn
#redemption #MovingOn
601 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Jul 2018 6:16am
16th Jul 2018 6:16am
The Apartment
#grief
#TruthOfLife
#shame
#tragedy
#suffering
632 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jul 2018 00:23am
13th Jul 2018 00:23am
Pantomime
The surface is placid,
crystalline and smooth,
unbroken by motion,
Pristine.
Desires drive rumination,
coating the skull,
sticky sweet and fetid,
Nauseating.
Plagued by thought,
unable to clear,
raging at the walls,
Excruciating.
Defying boundaries,
running roughshod,
lost in illegitimacy,
Impudence.
Antipsychotic cocktails,
chemical castrations,
frontal lobotomies,
Apropos.
Sunbeams through icicles,
crystalline shards refracted,
slicing into the brain, ...
crystalline and smooth,
unbroken by motion,
Pristine.
Desires drive rumination,
coating the skull,
sticky sweet and fetid,
Nauseating.
Plagued by thought,
unable to clear,
raging at the walls,
Excruciating.
Defying boundaries,
running roughshod,
lost in illegitimacy,
Impudence.
Antipsychotic cocktails,
chemical castrations,
frontal lobotomies,
Apropos.
Sunbeams through icicles,
crystalline shards refracted,
slicing into the brain, ...
#grief
#shame
#frustration
#despair
#FeelingLost
509 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2018 7:26am
2nd Jul 2018 7:26am
Wishing I was...
Wishing I was sliding your pants down as you lay on the soft sheets of your bed. My hands caressing the alabaster smoothness of your legs. Massaging your calves and kissing your skin and enjoying the hint of your camel-toed pussy through your panties. My hands working the stiffness in your feet as I would smile slyly at you and begin sucking your toes.
Wishing I was nuzzling my face into that little bikini bottom, smelling the sex on you and feeling your dampness soaking the fabric. My hands reach under you and cup your ass as I push my face into your panties, making them slide...
Wishing I was nuzzling my face into that little bikini bottom, smelling the sex on you and feeling your dampness soaking the fabric. My hands reach under you and cup your ass as I push my face into your panties, making them slide...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#porn
#sensual
1207 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2018 8:48pm
1st Jul 2018 8:48pm
Dante’s Torture
The heat rises in waves around me,
moist and scorching and rancid.
Beads of perspiration immediately spring forth,
my body becomes sticky, slick, and inflamed.
Ropes tight at my ankles and wrists
chafe and constrict with every motion.
The angry ebony plate under my feet
quickly escalates to torturous temperatures.
After only minutes I am wishing it would
slide back into the cool darkness of the earth.
Mercilessly the irradiating sphere sends
surging swells to wash over me.
From above falls...
moist and scorching and rancid.
Beads of perspiration immediately spring forth,
my body becomes sticky, slick, and inflamed.
Ropes tight at my ankles and wrists
chafe and constrict with every motion.
The angry ebony plate under my feet
quickly escalates to torturous temperatures.
After only minutes I am wishing it would
slide back into the cool darkness of the earth.
Mercilessly the irradiating sphere sends
surging swells to wash over me.
From above falls...
#grief
#abuse
#tragedy
#despair
#suffering
564 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2018 8:11pm
22nd Jun 2018 8:11pm
Pain and Reality
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The blood pooling
at my feet
like an oil slick.
It slides down
the small of my back
and through my ass crack
to dribble off my calves.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sanguine fluid
is cast off
the leather flails
to cover the pristine walls
in a fine magenta spattering.
Like Jackson Pollock
dancing around
the room
in a frenzy.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The pain of reality
so muted and faint
like feeling
another’s experience.
The feelings inside ...
The blood pooling
at my feet
like an oil slick.
It slides down
the small of my back
and through my ass crack
to dribble off my calves.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sanguine fluid
is cast off
the leather flails
to cover the pristine walls
in a fine magenta spattering.
Like Jackson Pollock
dancing around
the room
in a frenzy.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The pain of reality
so muted and faint
like feeling
another’s experience.
The feelings inside ...
#dark
#tragedy
#despair
#suffering
#emptiness
722 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2018 5:26am
30th Apr 2018 5:26am
Shattered
Laying there in the dark
The abyss crushing in on him
The fragile pieces of his heart shattered,
like a vase carelessly knocked
from a shelf
Too easily given to a cruel, indifferent life
The numbness pulling the world away
His spirit wasn’t made for the burdens
....... the warmth,
the light,
the caress and comfort
She sought him in the pit
A savior who pulled him back together
and mended him with her embrace
....... whispered, please, hold on tight
Her love was the lifeline
that would always save...
The abyss crushing in on him
The fragile pieces of his heart shattered,
like a vase carelessly knocked
from a shelf
Too easily given to a cruel, indifferent life
The numbness pulling the world away
His spirit wasn’t made for the burdens
....... the warmth,
the light,
the caress and comfort
She sought him in the pit
A savior who pulled him back together
and mended him with her embrace
....... whispered, please, hold on tight
Her love was the lifeline
that would always save...
#love
#shadows
#gratitude #support
#gratitude #support
540 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Apr 2018 6:05am
27th Apr 2018 6:05am
The Walk
The road spread out bleakly before me like a dried corpse withered and shrunken. How long had I trudged along, the sullen dust choking me like the ashes of a crematorium.
The sun rested heavily upon my shoulders like the weight of a cross laughing at my humanity. The burden of its adiposity hammering me occasionally to my knees.
Head bowed I studied my feet, amazed how they shuffled on of their own volition. A charnel breeze lethargically surrounded me, somehow more oppressive than the dead emptiness it replaced.
Raising my eyes fractionally, a brilliant splash of magenta...
The sun rested heavily upon my shoulders like the weight of a cross laughing at my humanity. The burden of its adiposity hammering me occasionally to my knees.
Head bowed I studied my feet, amazed how they shuffled on of their own volition. A charnel breeze lethargically surrounded me, somehow more oppressive than the dead emptiness it replaced.
Raising my eyes fractionally, a brilliant splash of magenta...
#loneliness
#dark
#shadows
#tragedy
#despair
657 reads
3 Comments
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