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
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Dec 2015 6:30pm
30th Dec 2015 6:30pm
Like a noir
~,,~`
Incredibly black, with a value of zero,
Like a film noir,
There is no fill light, to fill out the shadows;
It’s a classic scene,
A beautiful time, and a beautiful place
Friends, family, loved ones are near,
Contrast and image
Sharp, and clearly separate and defined,
Lack of Omni light and presence leaves all
Incredibly light, incredibly black
A cataclysm begins the hammer fall
One by one, in mental health,
The decline
The body, soon to want to die
Is there a...
Incredibly black, with a value of zero,
Like a film noir,
There is no fill light, to fill out the shadows;
It’s a classic scene,
A beautiful time, and a beautiful place
Friends, family, loved ones are near,
Contrast and image
Sharp, and clearly separate and defined,
Lack of Omni light and presence leaves all
Incredibly light, incredibly black
A cataclysm begins the hammer fall
One by one, in mental health,
The decline
The body, soon to want to die
Is there a...
499 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Dec 2015 6:27pm
30th Dec 2015 6:27pm
Decembers winding roads
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So few things do I remember
Than Decembers winding roads,
Ever has it been imprinted upon my mind
The wind blows colder, darker when I speak of it
As if something was in the air, this way coming
A dweller on the threshold
``~~..~~``
December,
December be kind to me,
The road is winding, dark and unstable,
And upon this journey I have seen things without perceiving
Rocky is the way along the showing of nights only path,
Frighteningly leaving it
I long to walk...
So few things do I remember
Than Decembers winding roads,
Ever has it been imprinted upon my mind
The wind blows colder, darker when I speak of it
As if something was in the air, this way coming
A dweller on the threshold
``~~..~~``
December,
December be kind to me,
The road is winding, dark and unstable,
And upon this journey I have seen things without perceiving
Rocky is the way along the showing of nights only path,
Frighteningly leaving it
I long to walk...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2015 11:15pm
21st Dec 2015 11:15pm
Stoned reality of soul
John Lennon –
“A dream you dream
Alone, is only a dream.
A dream you dream
Together is reality”
``~~..~~``
I dig this man.
And this is reality, very true,
if your harmony is as one,
You can shut the outside world out,
and make your own private world together...
And that is reality
```~~~.~~~```
In a stoned reality of soul,
You had found me;
And pulled me onto our own wavelength of soul,
And Lord knows;
How it is that you stoned me
...
“A dream you dream
Alone, is only a dream.
A dream you dream
Together is reality”
``~~..~~``
I dig this man.
And this is reality, very true,
if your harmony is as one,
You can shut the outside world out,
and make your own private world together...
And that is reality
```~~~.~~~```
In a stoned reality of soul,
You had found me;
And pulled me onto our own wavelength of soul,
And Lord knows;
How it is that you stoned me
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Dec 2015 11:03pm
21st Dec 2015 11:03pm
f**ked and loved
You never made love, you always just fuked;
A master of your craft,
With hands, words and dance
You break many a man’s heart
And torn a valley down the middle of my soul,
Cause of this,
I became a master of many tongues
A world shaker, and shaper of worlds;
And when the little girl in you wanted that still innocent boy inside me
You were always shy and withdrawn, but loving and kind
When you were a diva, and wanted play
How I worshiped at your shrine of pleasure and suffering
On bended...
A master of your craft,
With hands, words and dance
You break many a man’s heart
And torn a valley down the middle of my soul,
Cause of this,
I became a master of many tongues
A world shaker, and shaper of worlds;
And when the little girl in you wanted that still innocent boy inside me
You were always shy and withdrawn, but loving and kind
When you were a diva, and wanted play
How I worshiped at your shrine of pleasure and suffering
On bended...
634 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Dec 2015 3:11am
20th Dec 2015 3:11am
In Silent sunlight
In silver springs;
In silent sunlight,
She shines down colors flowing everywhere
In silver springs I have loved you
Feeding me past the overfill of word and of cup,
Though I am not easy seen,
Heard, nor understood
She has known me by name,
She knows the break of my roads
She knows my paths, where they unwind
In fierceness of gaze and my mad Sagittarius fire
I like to believe she is my silent sunlight
At the end of words I used to believe I was the chosen one
In her poetry, she pulls...
In silent sunlight,
She shines down colors flowing everywhere
In silver springs I have loved you
Feeding me past the overfill of word and of cup,
Though I am not easy seen,
Heard, nor understood
She has known me by name,
She knows the break of my roads
She knows my paths, where they unwind
In fierceness of gaze and my mad Sagittarius fire
I like to believe she is my silent sunlight
At the end of words I used to believe I was the chosen one
In her poetry, she pulls...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2015 3:06am
20th Dec 2015 3:06am
Unlearned what I learned
~,,~`
I unlearned what I learned
And unstudied what I knew
un-evolving and regressed,
The Juggernaut persists
Chain by chain and yard by yard
The behemoth unrests
There is no comfort for me to give;
I come to a realization
All that is known to me
All I have ever known
Is on the brink of calamity
Nor do I know what to do
with the last of my sanity;
I unlearned what I learned
And unstudied what I knew
un-evolving and regressed,
The Juggernaut persists
Chain by chain and yard by yard
The behemoth unrests
There is no comfort for me to give;
I come to a realization
All that is known to me
All I have ever known
Is on the brink of calamity
Nor do I know what to do
with the last of my sanity;
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2015 5:09am
18th Dec 2015 5:09am
my fathers universal house
Sitting here,
In my solitude,
That I love oh so dear,
writing drink in hand
By my window at night, this time of year
The wind blows cool,
Matters of transgression weight upon my mind
Forcing through scar tissue
of the prefrontal cortex of my mind
that has been ravaged through the bitch of time and beers
I know where I did wrong,
I know where I error
In you, I acknowledge where I sin,
I should not be dependent on you for my happiness
It is not fair to you
For...
In my solitude,
That I love oh so dear,
writing drink in hand
By my window at night, this time of year
The wind blows cool,
Matters of transgression weight upon my mind
Forcing through scar tissue
of the prefrontal cortex of my mind
that has been ravaged through the bitch of time and beers
I know where I did wrong,
I know where I error
In you, I acknowledge where I sin,
I should not be dependent on you for my happiness
It is not fair to you
For...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Dec 2015 8:01pm
17th Dec 2015 8:01pm
Hunting of the Evil and downtrodden
~,,~`
Tis true;
Beauty is inside the eye of the beholder
Behold woman,
For I am sick,
Because I like the sound of people suffering
It turns me on
The hunting of the evil and down trodden,
To hunt them
To hurt the naughty and the wicked,
This time of year, only once a year,
Such a pity;
To hear their cries and to hear their lament
Some of my favorite Christmas memories involve this
I love to see them tied up to a pole, against a wall
and being tortured
The sound of the whip,
Blood on the floor and worn in the hair,...
Tis true;
Beauty is inside the eye of the beholder
Behold woman,
For I am sick,
Because I like the sound of people suffering
It turns me on
The hunting of the evil and down trodden,
To hunt them
To hurt the naughty and the wicked,
This time of year, only once a year,
Such a pity;
To hear their cries and to hear their lament
Some of my favorite Christmas memories involve this
I love to see them tied up to a pole, against a wall
and being tortured
The sound of the whip,
Blood on the floor and worn in the hair,...
751 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2015 11:32pm
14th Dec 2015 11:32pm
I am reminded
~,,~`
Every so often, I am reminded,
Of what a sick, sadistic son of o bitch…that I am become;
But I do enjoy it,
So help me God, I do love it so;
The mind loves what the mind loves and finds interesting and breathable...
```~~~... ... ...~~~```
Every so often, I am reminded,
Of what a sick, sadistic son of o bitch…that I am become;
But I do enjoy it,
So help me God, I do love it so;
The mind loves what the mind loves and finds interesting and breathable...
```~~~... ... ...~~~```
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2015 5:27pm
13th Dec 2015 5:27pm
Simply they are
~,,~`
The cold and dark
Don’t have to hide
They are simply they are
They are real
And that is well enough
The heat and the pain,
I know every name
That you have ever come unto me for,
Bearing the souls hidden desire,
And cast into open fire and flame
And regrets, made to light
Hope and dreams cast into night
Laced in the moons down pouring of mystic vision,
And forever, whispered
Names and secret wants
That what was long ago written on the walls of...
The cold and dark
Don’t have to hide
They are simply they are
They are real
And that is well enough
The heat and the pain,
I know every name
That you have ever come unto me for,
Bearing the souls hidden desire,
And cast into open fire and flame
And regrets, made to light
Hope and dreams cast into night
Laced in the moons down pouring of mystic vision,
And forever, whispered
Names and secret wants
That what was long ago written on the walls of...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2015 5:19pm
13th Dec 2015 5:19pm
How can I forget
I was working in a dive bar,
When I first noticed them
Trench coat, always in dark cloths, black, dark grays and blues
Always by the jukebox,
Jukebox, do they even have those anymore?
I was working as a bartender when they finally came up to the bar
Wet and wild hair, artistic beauty all the way through
Not beauty in a traditional sense
No, never
No one would ever mistake them for that
But a truer artistic beauty you never will find
And that keen eye and way of doing things
In the way...
When I first noticed them
Trench coat, always in dark cloths, black, dark grays and blues
Always by the jukebox,
Jukebox, do they even have those anymore?
I was working as a bartender when they finally came up to the bar
Wet and wild hair, artistic beauty all the way through
Not beauty in a traditional sense
No, never
No one would ever mistake them for that
But a truer artistic beauty you never will find
And that keen eye and way of doing things
In the way...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Dec 2015 2:11am
9th Dec 2015 2:11am
Hyperion winters
~,~`
Here, another week of winter storms
Southwestern deserts hot / freezing and warm
I miss my Louisiana, I miss New Orleans
```~~~...~~~```
“Week of winter storms”
“Beautiful is the sky”
“Heavy it is, I breathe again”
… During the winter skies cerulean thunder…
A week of winter storms
Wonderful it is, the beautifully raging sky
Reigning down cold Hyperion weather
Heavy it is, I breathe again
Star gazed
and
Star struck,
Mesmerized and bewildered
...
Here, another week of winter storms
Southwestern deserts hot / freezing and warm
I miss my Louisiana, I miss New Orleans
```~~~...~~~```
“Week of winter storms”
“Beautiful is the sky”
“Heavy it is, I breathe again”
… During the winter skies cerulean thunder…
A week of winter storms
Wonderful it is, the beautifully raging sky
Reigning down cold Hyperion weather
Heavy it is, I breathe again
Star gazed
and
Star struck,
Mesmerized and bewildered
...
451 reads
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