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
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Random Ramblins #13
3:33AM
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
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Sex an cigarettes
She was someone I didn’t mind stickin my dick in
The beer was somethin I had to drink
She liked to fuk my lungs out
an hear me call her name out loud, over & over again,
Ahhh man, I tell ya… young people…
Since Chloe first found me, passed out drunk,
layin in the ally behind the club;
Every few nights, she would come over,
after workin her midnight shift dancing at Venom
when I would see her
The night smelled like sex an cigarettes,
I had my bourbon, fireball whisky & beer,
The record player was playin Delta blues / blues...
The beer was somethin I had to drink
She liked to fuk my lungs out
an hear me call her name out loud, over & over again,
Ahhh man, I tell ya… young people…
Since Chloe first found me, passed out drunk,
layin in the ally behind the club;
Every few nights, she would come over,
after workin her midnight shift dancing at Venom
when I would see her
The night smelled like sex an cigarettes,
I had my bourbon, fireball whisky & beer,
The record player was playin Delta blues / blues...
#love
#lust
#alcohol
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Random Ramblins #12 ~ Window at night
Sittin here, at mine window at night,
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
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