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
DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2017 5:39pm
19th May 2017 5:39pm
Incan Temple Of The Sun
Used regular 8.5" by 11" white paper. Pencil drawing, used black charcoal & pen to highlight certain areas...
`~,,~`
I went down into the valley,
Of the Incan Temple of the Sun,
To cry
To cry real tears of my ancestors
For they cannot, no longer
Carry this heavy burden,
that I do now for them;
And so I sit, and cry,
And to sing,
On days they wish me too,
```~~~…~~~```
`~,,~`
I went down into the valley,
Of the Incan Temple of the Sun,
To cry
To cry real tears of my ancestors
For they cannot, no longer
Carry this heavy burden,
that I do now for them;
And so I sit, and cry,
And to sing,
On days they wish me too,
```~~~…~~~```
742 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2017 5:56pm
10th May 2017 5:56pm
Der Ring des Nibelungen
Used plain 8.5" by 11" white paper. Pencil, black pen, soft white eraser, black and grey charcoal. Text written in Illustrator, using Font Algerian 36 point... The image is that of Brünnhilde, and Wotan... Wotan being shaded in the background with his spear, as Brünnhilde, the Valkyrie, in the light is up front:
`~,,~`
Woe unto you, Brave Wotan,
The Father of Wars
On the day of reckoning,
The all-powerful ring is now cursed
The War against Wälsung
From Fricka thyne wife
Your beloved children
...
`~,,~`
Woe unto you, Brave Wotan,
The Father of Wars
On the day of reckoning,
The all-powerful ring is now cursed
The War against Wälsung
From Fricka thyne wife
Your beloved children
...
652 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2017 5:52pm
10th May 2017 5:52pm
Wretched Heart
1166 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2017 9:02am
9th May 2017 9:02am
Further Below: II
789 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2017 8:59am
9th May 2017 8:59am
Further Below: I
819 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2016 7:13am
12th Jul 2016 7:13am
As It Dies
947 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th May 2016 9:46am
26th May 2016 9:46am
She peels her skin off
Pencil Drawing, used charcoal for black in the end:
`~,,~`
The strange taste of your body’s tears
It fixates me,
In tunnel vision eyes of site
It begins,
Again,
To fade to black
Save for it;
```~~~...~~~```
In her disturbing Dark beauty,
She is peeling off her skin,
And I,
Nyctophiliac,
lost in mind in Juarez
during the summer time monsoon,
I stayed looking on
Her, ugly is beautiful
Her demons are depraved in a saintly way
...
`~,,~`
The strange taste of your body’s tears
It fixates me,
In tunnel vision eyes of site
It begins,
Again,
To fade to black
Save for it;
```~~~...~~~```
In her disturbing Dark beauty,
She is peeling off her skin,
And I,
Nyctophiliac,
lost in mind in Juarez
during the summer time monsoon,
I stayed looking on
Her, ugly is beautiful
Her demons are depraved in a saintly way
...
816 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th May 2016 3:08am
15th May 2016 3:08am
The Three Davids
David, Oh David,
Beautiful are thou in the eyes of God;
One Man,
Sculpted differently in varying degrees
By three masters of cold hard stone
`~,,~`
Donatello,
Early renaissance master,
A bronze hero, sculpted in nude of sight
Young and ever posing
Self aware of his own beauty,
The symbol of David’s purity and faith in God
To protect against the sword and spear
The armor of Goliath
The triumph of the boy king,
The foot upon his head
``~~..~~``
...
Beautiful are thou in the eyes of God;
One Man,
Sculpted differently in varying degrees
By three masters of cold hard stone
`~,,~`
Donatello,
Early renaissance master,
A bronze hero, sculpted in nude of sight
Young and ever posing
Self aware of his own beauty,
The symbol of David’s purity and faith in God
To protect against the sword and spear
The armor of Goliath
The triumph of the boy king,
The foot upon his head
``~~..~~``
...
674 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2016 5:36pm
22nd Apr 2016 5:36pm
For me
~,,~`
She took her skin off for me
And in the naked light
Wore only the colors of her soul,
A color, of weeping and living sound
Of forgiven sinners, grateful for forgiveness
Of weight lifted off shoulders
In the color of his love,
Of peace
And acceptance, whether understood or not
But love, freely and blindly given
```~~~…~~~```
I was young, educated and in college
Rambling on about society
And social injustices
Prejudices and inequalities
Too blind to...
She took her skin off for me
And in the naked light
Wore only the colors of her soul,
A color, of weeping and living sound
Of forgiven sinners, grateful for forgiveness
Of weight lifted off shoulders
In the color of his love,
Of peace
And acceptance, whether understood or not
But love, freely and blindly given
```~~~…~~~```
I was young, educated and in college
Rambling on about society
And social injustices
Prejudices and inequalities
Too blind to...
634 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2016 5:34pm
22nd Apr 2016 5:34pm
Just then
When you left just then'
I got really scared,
I am glad your home,
I was, scared without you, there
I was,.. nervous if I would see you again,
'I am just a stupid man'
I got really scared,
I am glad your home,
I was, scared without you, there
I was,.. nervous if I would see you again,
'I am just a stupid man'
585 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Mar 2016 8:16am
22nd Mar 2016 8:16am
Chupacabra
One night, on the way home from work,
Pulling into the driveway,
~.Of my dads, moving in with him to prematurely care take for him. ~
~.As well as having to take care of her mother, also named Mary.~
~.as he was now somewhat ill, not able to return to work, for years now.~
After one of those long work days from hell,
That you are so grateful to be home, instead of just being alive
That you swear you would be willing get on your knees and blow the ground,
For leaving that God awful cesspool of filth they call work,
I seen this, thing
Standing in front...
Pulling into the driveway,
~.Of my dads, moving in with him to prematurely care take for him. ~
~.As well as having to take care of her mother, also named Mary.~
~.as he was now somewhat ill, not able to return to work, for years now.~
After one of those long work days from hell,
That you are so grateful to be home, instead of just being alive
That you swear you would be willing get on your knees and blow the ground,
For leaving that God awful cesspool of filth they call work,
I seen this, thing
Standing in front...
651 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Mar 2016 4:45am
2nd Mar 2016 4:45am
`~,,~`
Your school of thought,
Regarding friendships and diplomacy
It is a complicated one,
That keeps one at arm’s length away from being real
Or ever really close to you
You should work on that,
When talking to you, mine friend
Were titles used,
Never, my once friend and love
or were you addressed
As a real person sittin next to me
And that is why I walked,
Away,
from all of your fake smiles
And personal bullshit
Or,.. Maybe I’m still Amazed…
Regarding friendships and diplomacy
It is a complicated one,
That keeps one at arm’s length away from being real
Or ever really close to you
You should work on that,
When talking to you, mine friend
Were titles used,
Never, my once friend and love
or were you addressed
As a real person sittin next to me
And that is why I walked,
Away,
from all of your fake smiles
And personal bullshit
Or,.. Maybe I’m still Amazed…
856 reads
4 Comments
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