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
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2024 7:42pm
30th Mar 2024 7:42pm
Untitled 30 second write - 1
Everything is lost and it's found
In these city dreams
Stretching up towards cold sun
finding oneself,
Bursting up through tarmac
For gain and Again,
For the site of your touch
And the scent of your hand
I think
I could find you
Wonderful
Yourself in yourself
If that is the answer still true
And I run my last race
To dare find another place that is free
And bar your thoughts
In our memory
In these city dreams
Stretching up towards cold sun
finding oneself,
Bursting up through tarmac
For gain and Again,
For the site of your touch
And the scent of your hand
I think
I could find you
Wonderful
Yourself in yourself
If that is the answer still true
And I run my last race
To dare find another place that is free
And bar your thoughts
In our memory
#prose
169 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2024 11:17am
30th Mar 2024 11:17am
Everything
Looking at you,
When I first told you all these things
Of the clouding in my mind
Something snapped,
made me want to run an hide
feeling all right, looking at you,
When it happened,
I am feelin it too,
All I want to do,
All I ever wanted to do
Is to give you everything
When I first told you all these things
Of the clouding in my mind
Something snapped,
made me want to run an hide
feeling all right, looking at you,
When it happened,
I am feelin it too,
All I want to do,
All I ever wanted to do
Is to give you everything
#prose
108 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Mar 2024 10:45am
30th Mar 2024 10:45am
Frozen in my cocoon
Late days sky,
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
#winter
#spring
#narrative
#nostalgia
#dawn
197 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2024 7:00am
29th Mar 2024 7:00am
Untitled Words
Sittin here on my chair,,, writin
got the tv off
the doors & windows open
listenin to the sound of the birds
the last days of winters breezes
blowin through house and home
it smells an feels good
my good blanket pulled up & comfy
keepin this young old mans bones
warm like a smoldered fire
Jasper layin on the ground
next to me,
chewin on an empty 2 litter bottle I had just finished drinkin
makin me throw it,
he chases it, comes back
lays down & chews some more on it,
As I sit here
with words...
got the tv off
the doors & windows open
listenin to the sound of the birds
the last days of winters breezes
blowin through house and home
it smells an feels good
my good blanket pulled up & comfy
keepin this young old mans bones
warm like a smoldered fire
Jasper layin on the ground
next to me,
chewin on an empty 2 litter bottle I had just finished drinkin
makin me throw it,
he chases it, comes back
lays down & chews some more on it,
As I sit here
with words...
#narrative
#prose
#nostalgia
195 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Mar 2024 7:53am
26th Mar 2024 7:53am
Hunting of the evil and downtrodden II;
``~~~…~~~```
My son. come forth, and listen closely to what I say,
For, whom now is your teacher… if not for me… mine son;
It is not enough, to torture and kill the physical body
but the spirit & the mind must be broken
Completely;
Whether one leaves them alive
in pain an regret,
makin delicious sounds of their sufferin,
or one leads them down the winding paths of death,
too their eternal judgment,
Or if one takes the darker roads
Going further, much further, mine son…
Studying the arts of necromancy,
to summon...
My son. come forth, and listen closely to what I say,
For, whom now is your teacher… if not for me… mine son;
It is not enough, to torture and kill the physical body
but the spirit & the mind must be broken
Completely;
Whether one leaves them alive
in pain an regret,
makin delicious sounds of their sufferin,
or one leads them down the winding paths of death,
too their eternal judgment,
Or if one takes the darker roads
Going further, much further, mine son…
Studying the arts of necromancy,
to summon...
#dark
#gothic
195 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2024 00:46am
26th Mar 2024 00:46am
How Much
I aint no wanted man,
but,
How relentless does one have to be,
before the crows and the wolves
take your place
How much can gentle eyes see
till they grow cold
How much, does one have to suffer,
Before they can be a great writer
How much pills for depression can one take
before they are comfortabley numb
an can no longer function,
Play guitar, draw, or write anymore
Till the artist in one
suffers, & gradually dies
a slow, an painful death
but,
How relentless does one have to be,
before the crows and the wolves
take your place
How much can gentle eyes see
till they grow cold
How much, does one have to suffer,
Before they can be a great writer
How much pills for depression can one take
before they are comfortabley numb
an can no longer function,
Play guitar, draw, or write anymore
Till the artist in one
suffers, & gradually dies
a slow, an painful death
#gothic
240 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2024 7:04am
24th Mar 2024 7:04am
Floating Down a Silver Sea
Oh Lord
Break mine stone
And lay me deep
Upon open floors
Of vulgarities of open casket gawking hoards
A fever,
fever of open doors
I know you were with me once before
On a breathless morning
Floating down a silver sea
Filled with energy
Filled with energy
Floating down a silver sea
And white with fire
Guided by the stars
Casketed off the walls
Black cosmic desires
Hidden with white fire
Floating down silver seas
Filled with energy
Fill my days with sunny skies
Fill my...
Break mine stone
And lay me deep
Upon open floors
Of vulgarities of open casket gawking hoards
A fever,
fever of open doors
I know you were with me once before
On a breathless morning
Floating down a silver sea
Filled with energy
Filled with energy
Floating down a silver sea
And white with fire
Guided by the stars
Casketed off the walls
Black cosmic desires
Hidden with white fire
Floating down silver seas
Filled with energy
Fill my days with sunny skies
Fill my...
#FreeVerse
164 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Mar 2024 6:43am
24th Mar 2024 6:43am
Lay me down;
``~~~…~~~```
Oh Lord
Lay me down
And pour across my eyes
Even in the coldest winter
Bury me deep
Where the sun does not touch down
Even in the hottest deserts
Keep my memory
scattered even upon dusty mantles
May death finally bring me certain kinds of wisdom
Even across emotional hearted minds and wild vibrations of waters
Pour me deep
Laid across emotional towers
Where cowards keep jars of all their sorrow
Good Lord, send me home
Lord;
Oh Lord
I am ready now
Lay me down
```~~~… …~~~``` ...
Oh Lord
Lay me down
And pour across my eyes
Even in the coldest winter
Bury me deep
Where the sun does not touch down
Even in the hottest deserts
Keep my memory
scattered even upon dusty mantles
May death finally bring me certain kinds of wisdom
Even across emotional hearted minds and wild vibrations of waters
Pour me deep
Laid across emotional towers
Where cowards keep jars of all their sorrow
Good Lord, send me home
Lord;
Oh Lord
I am ready now
Lay me down
```~~~… …~~~``` ...
#gothic
#death
#peace
157 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2024 7:41pm
20th Mar 2024 7:41pm
Tomorrows Sun
The weightlessness of thought
can actually be heavy
for a body ill an in pain,
Weighing the math
of yesterday & today
what does that equal for tomorrow
shall the sun also rise without me
If so, if so
and if it does
look for me in the rainbow
after the sky sheds her tears
In the name of things that might of been
can actually be heavy
for a body ill an in pain,
Weighing the math
of yesterday & today
what does that equal for tomorrow
shall the sun also rise without me
If so, if so
and if it does
look for me in the rainbow
after the sky sheds her tears
In the name of things that might of been
#gothic
201 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2024 5:03pm
7th Mar 2024 5:03pm
```~~~... ~~~```
~,,~`
I think of the night, when I think of you
I think of deaths winding doorsteps when I speak of you
I speak of you to the wind, where has it known your name
Your name whispered under the blind suns light,
you are known there from beyond the grave,
At the cradle of the world
I think of you, when I let steeled blood drip from limb,
I think of you, when I feel the rage beneath the skin
I taste it, licking along sharpen tip,
letting tongue cut, deepening taste upon my blade
I think of you, when I hear something go crazy, screaming...
I think of the night, when I think of you
I think of deaths winding doorsteps when I speak of you
I speak of you to the wind, where has it known your name
Your name whispered under the blind suns light,
you are known there from beyond the grave,
At the cradle of the world
I think of you, when I let steeled blood drip from limb,
I think of you, when I feel the rage beneath the skin
I taste it, licking along sharpen tip,
letting tongue cut, deepening taste upon my blade
I think of you, when I hear something go crazy, screaming...
#love
#dark
#gothic #passion
#gothic #passion
219 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2024 3:50pm
7th Mar 2024 3:50pm
I Desire You
I desire you,
Let me bring you to my circle of hell
I want to hunt you,
I want to see the terror on your face
Woman, I want to bury you,
I want to fuck you
after your dead an gone,
I want to eat you,
I want to wear you like a second skin
I want to feel you deep within
I’m gonna tattoo you upon my skin
Formless one,
Yeah, I will call your name out loud
Woman, bein with you
is being in love with death;
Let me bring you to my circle of hell
I want to hunt you,
I want to see the terror on your face
Woman, I want to bury you,
I want to fuck you
after your dead an gone,
I want to eat you,
I want to wear you like a second skin
I want to feel you deep within
I’m gonna tattoo you upon my skin
Formless one,
Yeah, I will call your name out loud
Woman, bein with you
is being in love with death;
#love
#dark
#gothic
238 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2024 4:35am
14th Feb 2024 4:35am
She Sits In Beauty
``~~~…~~~```
She sits in beauty like an autumn day
sippin wine,
She can wait,
Time is on her side
In these moments she can hide
In silent repose
All will come to her
To bask in her radiance
She is every mans desire
Wishing I was young again
To be with her
And the reality of it stoned me
```~~~…~~~```
Stay Beautiful, Young & Daring Darlin’: Your wolf
She sits in beauty like an autumn day
sippin wine,
She can wait,
Time is on her side
In these moments she can hide
In silent repose
All will come to her
To bask in her radiance
She is every mans desire
Wishing I was young again
To be with her
And the reality of it stoned me
```~~~…~~~```
Stay Beautiful, Young & Daring Darlin’: Your wolf
#love
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9 Comments
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