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.
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2018 5:57am
19th Apr 2018 5:57am
Liking Yourself
They say that you are supposed to like yourself, but I don’t know if I know how. I have spent so much time slashing myself to the bone. Words in my mind tearing me apart, because only I know my true thoughts.
Small victories to start with, find ways to find the good in me they say. But all I see are the things that have defined my tormented soul. It fills me and keeps me from any connection. Feelings are useless things betrayed by the pain. A past engulfing me.
Don’t listen to that inner voice, it tells you lies to tie you down. But what you call lies has been...
Small victories to start with, find ways to find the good in me they say. But all I see are the things that have defined my tormented soul. It fills me and keeps me from any connection. Feelings are useless things betrayed by the pain. A past engulfing me.
Don’t listen to that inner voice, it tells you lies to tie you down. But what you call lies has been...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
602 reads
7 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Jan 2018 6:42am
14th Jan 2018 6:42am
Never again
The crime scene was particularly gruesome. Not only for the brutality, but also for victims trophies that were arrayed as evidence against him. See, the victim was a pedophile, there was no doubt about that. The photographs, videos, locks of hair carefully labeled, and articles of clothing all told the story.
If there was anyone who couldn’t read the evidence the note staked to his chest told it all. It said “This bastard has abused his last child”. And that was definitely true. Dead was dead, but everything done to this man made sure he would not abuse again.
...
If there was anyone who couldn’t read the evidence the note staked to his chest told it all. It said “This bastard has abused his last child”. And that was definitely true. Dead was dead, but everything done to this man made sure he would not abuse again.
...
#PopCulture
725 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2017 4:44am
27th Oct 2017 4:44am
To make it through the day
Surrounded by the solitude of those who just don’t care.
I’m more happy with the ruminations in my head.
Making up plans of satisfied wants and needs with dreamed of angels.
Never content with the good enough I already possess.
But afraid of the consequences of the dalliances of the mind.
Would I, could I, should I, questions I just can’t seem to answer.
All the things I deal with just to make it through the day.
I’m more happy with the ruminations in my head.
Making up plans of satisfied wants and needs with dreamed of angels.
Never content with the good enough I already possess.
But afraid of the consequences of the dalliances of the mind.
Would I, could I, should I, questions I just can’t seem to answer.
All the things I deal with just to make it through the day.
#acceptance
752 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Oct 2017 4:46am
19th Oct 2017 4:46am
Without the medication
I have recently been diagnosed as bipolar. I never felt that I was bipolar, I never have what I consider full blown episodes of mania. But as I look back at who I am I see my mind always running and little things that I do that definitely feel manic.
Well part of the solution to this was a couple of drugs to help stabilize my mood. I have been off work for a couple of months trying to work out everything that has been happening because of my undiagnosed condition. It really seemed that everything was ok, so it was time to get back to work.
Well I get into work and...
Well part of the solution to this was a couple of drugs to help stabilize my mood. I have been off work for a couple of months trying to work out everything that has been happening because of my undiagnosed condition. It really seemed that everything was ok, so it was time to get back to work.
Well I get into work and...
#PopCulture
683 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2017 00:13am
13th Oct 2017 00:13am
Whispers
(i) Essence
My essence screams out
beseeching understanding
but no one listens
(ii) Music
Music in my head
songs echo through my being
all sound fades away
(iii) Consciousness
Words drift in my mind
thoughts awry, consciousness fades
everything goes black
(iv) Serenades
Winds bring serenades
currents are for free fancies
somehow stealing hearts
(v) Voices
Whispers from afar
secret voices in my ears
can anyone hear
My essence screams out
beseeching understanding
but no one listens
(ii) Music
Music in my head
songs echo through my being
all sound fades away
(iii) Consciousness
Words drift in my mind
thoughts awry, consciousness fades
everything goes black
(iv) Serenades
Winds bring serenades
currents are for free fancies
somehow stealing hearts
(v) Voices
Whispers from afar
secret voices in my ears
can anyone hear
#lyrics
939 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Oct 2017 5:51pm
9th Oct 2017 5:51pm
Hidden treasures
My fingers glide graciously
over the curves of your body,
like a blind man tracing
the hidden secrets of a page of Braille.
My lips tenderly trace
the tattoos on you skin,
searching eagerly for
the sweet secrets of your soul.
Our bodies intertwined
like pen and paper,
our movements the stanzas
filling the page,
moving on towards
the climactic finale.
over the curves of your body,
like a blind man tracing
the hidden secrets of a page of Braille.
My lips tenderly trace
the tattoos on you skin,
searching eagerly for
the sweet secrets of your soul.
Our bodies intertwined
like pen and paper,
our movements the stanzas
filling the page,
moving on towards
the climactic finale.
#lust
#secrets
#porn
#dirty
#sexy
1288 reads
22 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Oct 2017 7:03pm
5th Oct 2017 7:03pm
Philmont Scout Ranch
I spent years in the Boy Scouts, but the best experience I had was my second summer at the national scout camp, Philmont. It was 1987 and the first time a young boy was really out on his own. I spent the summer working in what was known as the headquarters camp. It was where all of the scouts came to start their hikes into Philmont's 215+ square miles of rough terrain and mountains.
My job was in the commissary, we handled all of the food for everyone working for or visiting the camp. We provided the food for all of the meals served in the dining room in the headquarters...
My job was in the commissary, we handled all of the food for everyone working for or visiting the camp. We provided the food for all of the meals served in the dining room in the headquarters...
#teens
#memories
#freedom
#nostalgia
#FirstLove
681 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2017 7:43pm
3rd Oct 2017 7:43pm
At the beach
Small waves slowly lapping
the day feels fine to me.
Golden sun shining down
my shoulders warm and strong.
Birds squealing in the sky
circling above my head.
Waves cresting around my calves
the surge is building higher.
Hot sun beating down
my skin inflamed and glowing cherry.
Raptors screeching as they plummet
down and around in a cacophony.
Huge breakers crashing down
washing me out to sea.
Blistering sun hammering down
boiling away my serenity.
How does peace and calm
get swept away leaving ...
the day feels fine to me.
Golden sun shining down
my shoulders warm and strong.
Birds squealing in the sky
circling above my head.
Waves cresting around my calves
the surge is building higher.
Hot sun beating down
my skin inflamed and glowing cherry.
Raptors screeching as they plummet
down and around in a cacophony.
Huge breakers crashing down
washing me out to sea.
Blistering sun hammering down
boiling away my serenity.
How does peace and calm
get swept away leaving ...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#sea
#beach
#water
595 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2017 9:18pm
27th Sep 2017 9:18pm
Are you there? written for the "Father are you there" competition
Second son,
second best.
I always fell short of
my brother's attempts.
Wanting so badly to live up
to the strict standards of my Dad.
I think I did,
hell I know I did until I crashed,
but never as well
as the elder did.
The one place I excelled
was the one place which broke me.
The best and the worst
of a squandered childhood,
all of it in ashes.
A man through Scouts
answering a child's needs
for his own perverted ends.
But through it all ...
second best.
I always fell short of
my brother's attempts.
Wanting so badly to live up
to the strict standards of my Dad.
I think I did,
hell I know I did until I crashed,
but never as well
as the elder did.
The one place I excelled
was the one place which broke me.
The best and the worst
of a squandered childhood,
all of it in ashes.
A man through Scouts
answering a child's needs
for his own perverted ends.
But through it all ...
#PopCulture
614 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2017 1:32pm
22nd Sep 2017 1:32pm
Water birds haikus 5.0
(i) Flamingos
Calm one legged stance
Popular lawn ornament
So pretty in pink
(ii) Swans
Largest waterfowl
Long elegant swooping necks
Glides through the water
(iii) Pelicans
Giant gulping bills
Colonial fisher birds
Safe passage in death
(iv) Albatrosses
Efficient flyers
Seen as souls of lost sailors
Coleridge metaphor
(v) Penguins
Frigid flipper feet
Slashing through the water fast
Searching for sardines
Calm one legged stance
Popular lawn ornament
So pretty in pink
(ii) Swans
Largest waterfowl
Long elegant swooping necks
Glides through the water
(iii) Pelicans
Giant gulping bills
Colonial fisher birds
Safe passage in death
(iv) Albatrosses
Efficient flyers
Seen as souls of lost sailors
Coleridge metaphor
(v) Penguins
Frigid flipper feet
Slashing through the water fast
Searching for sardines
#birds
#nature
#LifeCycle
563 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2017 4:48am
22nd Sep 2017 4:48am
Birds haikus 7.0
(i) Hummingbirds
Shimmering wings flap
Tiny little bodies flit
Through the morning sky
(ii) Lovebirds
Sitting together
Monogamous tiny ones
Feeding each other
(iii) Cardinals
Face with midnight mask
Brilliant crimson color
Sweet song of desire
(iv) Blue jays
Territorial
Resplendent lavender blue
Raucous brawling birds
(v) Roadrunners
Beep! Beep! Little bird
Wile E. Coyote's rival
He never loses
(vi) Ravens
Big midnight black thieves
Loving trinkets...
Shimmering wings flap
Tiny little bodies flit
Through the morning sky
(ii) Lovebirds
Sitting together
Monogamous tiny ones
Feeding each other
(iii) Cardinals
Face with midnight mask
Brilliant crimson color
Sweet song of desire
(iv) Blue jays
Territorial
Resplendent lavender blue
Raucous brawling birds
(v) Roadrunners
Beep! Beep! Little bird
Wile E. Coyote's rival
He never loses
(vi) Ravens
Big midnight black thieves
Loving trinkets...
#flowers
#animals
#birds
#nature
#LifeCycle
501 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2017 4:47am
22nd Sep 2017 4:47am
Birds of prey haikus 5.0
(i) Owls
Excellent hearing
Keen eyed nocturnal hunter
Mice running in fright
(ii) Condors
Scavenger deluxe
Soaring immense distances
Nature's garbage man
(iii) Falcons
Graceful tapered wings
Lightning swooping predator
Slashing beaks of death
(iv) Hawks
Laser eyed focus
Magnificent keen raptors
Talons tearing flesh
(v) Bald eagles
Fish feasting white head
Symbol of national pride
Haughty sea killer
Excellent hearing
Keen eyed nocturnal hunter
Mice running in fright
(ii) Condors
Scavenger deluxe
Soaring immense distances
Nature's garbage man
(iii) Falcons
Graceful tapered wings
Lightning swooping predator
Slashing beaks of death
(iv) Hawks
Laser eyed focus
Magnificent keen raptors
Talons tearing flesh
(v) Bald eagles
Fish feasting white head
Symbol of national pride
Haughty sea killer
#birds
#nature
#haiku #senryu
#haiku #senryu
532 reads
4 Comments
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