Submissions by deadwolf
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Nothing there that I can see, nothing there staring back at me; Therefore,there is no more I "I" don't exist anymore there is just me. me am not really a poet so much, as me am just a daydreamer that loves to write… o.0
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Nov 2024 1:39am
9th Nov 2024 1:39am
The First Autumn
Down the hill, and across the field we wandered
Along the paths we walked and talked
laughing and playing, as children do
all day, till the sun ripened
Upon Silverbell lake,
where we swam, and made love in the waters
We ate peaches, from the tree,
with wild strawberries and sweet cream
Laying, on a blanket, drinking the last of the summers wine,
In, our first autum
Along the paths we walked and talked
laughing and playing, as children do
all day, till the sun ripened
Upon Silverbell lake,
where we swam, and made love in the waters
We ate peaches, from the tree,
with wild strawberries and sweet cream
Laying, on a blanket, drinking the last of the summers wine,
In, our first autum
#countryside
#dating
#love #wife
#love #wife
56 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2024 10:18pm
8th Nov 2024 10:18pm
Libra & Sagittarius
Libras in time
All dominate my mind
A natural attraction
From my Sagittarius soul,
To thee,
```~~~... ...~~~```
I was all alone one time
Middle of somewhere
Long abandoned, deserted,
When the spirit of simplicity touched me
A sound that I never heard before
Every petal tells a story
And you’re the voice of my soul
All dominate my mind
A natural attraction
From my Sagittarius soul,
To thee,
```~~~... ...~~~```
I was all alone one time
Middle of somewhere
Long abandoned, deserted,
When the spirit of simplicity touched me
A sound that I never heard before
Every petal tells a story
And you’re the voice of my soul
#admiration
#love
60 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2024 8:50am
23rd Oct 2024 8:50am
Dia de los muertos
The time is coming,
The loves gathering,
The veil becomes thin
The time is here
Dia de los muertos,
The day of days
I am waiting for you
my love to come back to me
even for just a day
Come back
Your picture is on the mantle
my ring is still on,
It never leaves
It will always be part of my destiny
candles are lit upon the table
I have prepared yours and our favorite food
The path is clear,
and am waiting on our wavelength for you
I am playing guitar
singing my songs for you
the babies are all...
The loves gathering,
The veil becomes thin
The time is here
Dia de los muertos,
The day of days
I am waiting for you
my love to come back to me
even for just a day
Come back
Your picture is on the mantle
my ring is still on,
It never leaves
It will always be part of my destiny
candles are lit upon the table
I have prepared yours and our favorite food
The path is clear,
and am waiting on our wavelength for you
I am playing guitar
singing my songs for you
the babies are all...
#death
#Halloween
#love
125 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Sep 2024 10:45pm
7th Sep 2024 10:45pm
Random Ramblings #2014
Man, you got to keep it together in here,
One false move, one sign of weakness or regret,
an they’ll move in on you like shark on blood Vato,
“Comprendes… Me entiendes Mendez”
There’s no place for that in here,
Emotions will get you killed faster than anything
In a place like this, there are only three things you can do,
Sleep, read and workout…
But understand how to escape in your mind,
And it’s that last one that will keep you from going insane
There, no one can touch you,
Because this hell is repetition, and always full of what ifs, ...
One false move, one sign of weakness or regret,
an they’ll move in on you like shark on blood Vato,
“Comprendes… Me entiendes Mendez”
There’s no place for that in here,
Emotions will get you killed faster than anything
In a place like this, there are only three things you can do,
Sleep, read and workout…
But understand how to escape in your mind,
And it’s that last one that will keep you from going insane
There, no one can touch you,
Because this hell is repetition, and always full of what ifs, ...
#narrative
#prose
98 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Sep 2024 9:58pm
4th Sep 2024 9:58pm
Death Came for Me
#death
#friendship
#gothic
223 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2024 00:53am
2nd Sep 2024 00:53am
Statuesque
So statuesque,
She encapsulates everything beautiful
Too me,
Radiant as the brightest star,
In my night time skies,
So bright,
In her presence, I feel dirty & ashamed
I cannot look her in the eyes,
And yet, she still shines in mine presence,
She has become my gravity
As my world orbits around her;
She encapsulates everything beautiful
Too me,
Radiant as the brightest star,
In my night time skies,
So bright,
In her presence, I feel dirty & ashamed
I cannot look her in the eyes,
And yet, she still shines in mine presence,
She has become my gravity
As my world orbits around her;
#admiration
#love
#shame
115 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Aug 2024 8:51pm
24th Aug 2024 8:51pm
Random thoughts #68
Words I find, too hard to say,
And youthful passions that cannot not die
Like tarnished silver, in my hand
For I have somethings left undone
My long lost days of a boy’s life,
Shall I compare
what was lost, for what was gained
As the years, went slowly by,
For boys dreams are unbound
In endless possibility
Not like an older man’s dreams turned nightmare
Filled of missed chances
Haunted by words, why & what if
For once I felt I carried the world
And the sun did not rise or set without me
Wistful regrets
Of...
And youthful passions that cannot not die
Like tarnished silver, in my hand
For I have somethings left undone
My long lost days of a boy’s life,
Shall I compare
what was lost, for what was gained
As the years, went slowly by,
For boys dreams are unbound
In endless possibility
Not like an older man’s dreams turned nightmare
Filled of missed chances
Haunted by words, why & what if
For once I felt I carried the world
And the sun did not rise or set without me
Wistful regrets
Of...
#aging
#gothic
#LifeCycle
186 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Aug 2024 12:38pm
20th Aug 2024 12:38pm
Midnight Ramblins #77
R.I.P.
deadwolf… 1777 - ?
`~,,~`
Salt over the shoulder,
Brick powder grounded
On the threshold of your door
Witch,
Burn all the cedar & sage you want bitch,
I will return,
As long and dark
As the winter's solstice,
And with all the powers of the night;
```~~~… … …~~~```
deadwolf… 1777 - ?
`~,,~`
Salt over the shoulder,
Brick powder grounded
On the threshold of your door
Witch,
Burn all the cedar & sage you want bitch,
I will return,
As long and dark
As the winter's solstice,
And with all the powers of the night;
```~~~… … …~~~```
#gothic
#prose
136 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd May 2024 1:19pm
3rd May 2024 1:19pm
The beauty of her grandeur
Reflecting on long gone days of youth,
What sticks out most,
Were not long words, nor noble call toward actions,
But, of quiet beauty & repose,
She removed her helm,
And let down her hair,
She removed her armor for me,
Silently there, completely defenseless,
Knowing I knew
That it took more strength for her,
To remove her armor,
Than to put it on,
She… learned, to trust in me,
Oh how I loved how she carried herself
And I was struck in awe
Of the beauty of her grandeur
What sticks out most,
Were not long words, nor noble call toward actions,
But, of quiet beauty & repose,
She removed her helm,
And let down her hair,
She removed her armor for me,
Silently there, completely defenseless,
Knowing I knew
That it took more strength for her,
To remove her armor,
Than to put it on,
She… learned, to trust in me,
Oh how I loved how she carried herself
And I was struck in awe
Of the beauty of her grandeur
#love
226 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2024 10:27am
26th Apr 2024 10:27am
Midnight Ramblins#11 ~ mirrored writing
I was somewhere,
Somewhere hard to find,
Finding how tomorrow changes,
Changing everything, if I could
Could only have the other half of you,
`~,,~`
Mí vida, por favor,
My love, please,
Tu figura y el viento,
Your figure in the wind,
is all I can see,
Drawing love letters in the sand
Meant only for you to see,
Before the ocean moves her tide
To wash us and sands clean;
```~~~… … …~~~```
Somewhere hard to find,
Finding how tomorrow changes,
Changing everything, if I could
Could only have the other half of you,
`~,,~`
Mí vida, por favor,
My love, please,
Tu figura y el viento,
Your figure in the wind,
is all I can see,
Drawing love letters in the sand
Meant only for you to see,
Before the ocean moves her tide
To wash us and sands clean;
```~~~… … …~~~```
#love
#WritingPoetry
118 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2024 8:52am
26th Apr 2024 8:52am
Untitled write #14
``~~~...~~~```
I have a grievance,
a greave status with you woman
An you don’t let me fix it,
You do not let me correct the situation
What happens when a wound is not addressed
It festers
It burns
Just like that chair that I sit on
That is cancerous, an makes me sick
With infection, boils and wounds
And I just have to take it
Smiling
Until I explode
And all is driven mad
And all is destroyed by wrath before me;
`~,,~`
In the death of you...
In the death of you my love,
Into your shadow I would...
I have a grievance,
a greave status with you woman
An you don’t let me fix it,
You do not let me correct the situation
What happens when a wound is not addressed
It festers
It burns
Just like that chair that I sit on
That is cancerous, an makes me sick
With infection, boils and wounds
And I just have to take it
Smiling
Until I explode
And all is driven mad
And all is destroyed by wrath before me;
`~,,~`
In the death of you...
In the death of you my love,
Into your shadow I would...
#anger
#gothic
#love #prose
#love #prose
188 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2024 7:01am
15th Apr 2024 7:01am
Contentment
Here I lay content
I took mine happy pills
Neither highs nor lows ‘no emotions
From which to feel, to grip or write
Becomin numb,
With little care, and strange vagueness’s of time;
I see no more beauty in a darken place
I see no more strange horrors of love,
I only see obligations & my duties.
Becoming socially acceptable,
When the artist in me dies
I took mine happy pills
Neither highs nor lows ‘no emotions
From which to feel, to grip or write
Becomin numb,
With little care, and strange vagueness’s of time;
I see no more beauty in a darken place
I see no more strange horrors of love,
I only see obligations & my duties.
Becoming socially acceptable,
When the artist in me dies
#LifeAsAWriter
275 reads
13 Comments
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