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
How Can I tell You
How can I tell you,
how I am
When you ask, “How are you”
or
“How has it been”
When everything often feels dark around me,
There is no easy answer for it,
If I were to answer truthfully,
honestly about everything,
Your mind would be raped,
Afraid to ask me ever again
So, I put forth mine best smile
The only smile I can muster,
Sayin, “alright”
Before quickly turning the subject to you,
And how you have been
So we do not need to talk about me;
Indeed, still waters can run deep
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how I am
When you ask, “How are you”
or
“How has it been”
When everything often feels dark around me,
There is no easy answer for it,
If I were to answer truthfully,
honestly about everything,
Your mind would be raped,
Afraid to ask me ever again
So, I put forth mine best smile
The only smile I can muster,
Sayin, “alright”
Before quickly turning the subject to you,
And how you have been
So we do not need to talk about me;
Indeed, still waters can run deep
```~~~... ... ...~~~``` ...
#love
#dark
#emptiness
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Shadow People
``~~~…~~~```
What about necromancy,
many years ago
my anger grew violently dark,
and in my rage, it tore a hole in the veil,
allowing shadow creatures in,
to haunt me,
also gifting me with,
when sufficiently angry, darken, an meditated enough,
object animation & remote viewing an communication
but, I want more,
For I desire communion with the other side
an reunion with the dead,
to have more power over the natural order of decay
and its master, death…
```~~~Up the Irons~~~```
… deadwolf November 20, 2023… ...
What about necromancy,
many years ago
my anger grew violently dark,
and in my rage, it tore a hole in the veil,
allowing shadow creatures in,
to haunt me,
also gifting me with,
when sufficiently angry, darken, an meditated enough,
object animation & remote viewing an communication
but, I want more,
For I desire communion with the other side
an reunion with the dead,
to have more power over the natural order of decay
and its master, death…
```~~~Up the Irons~~~```
… deadwolf November 20, 2023… ...
#anger
#dark
#MyInspiration
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Even death falls in love;
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Even death falls in love
though its not very nice
it follows, it stalks it traces your face
it is obsessed, forlorn, peccant
It wants to take you down
to a place made for them,
It is innocently invited in
by what is taken in
what is seen, what is heard, what is tasted what is felt
what is played, what is said,
even ones own thoughts betray unto death,
Death loves the scent
winds blow it heavy
onto the darken border lines
of sorrow ash and tears
It reeks of pleasant odor unto it
No, I will never...
Even death falls in love
though its not very nice
it follows, it stalks it traces your face
it is obsessed, forlorn, peccant
It wants to take you down
to a place made for them,
It is innocently invited in
by what is taken in
what is seen, what is heard, what is tasted what is felt
what is played, what is said,
even ones own thoughts betray unto death,
Death loves the scent
winds blow it heavy
onto the darken border lines
of sorrow ash and tears
It reeks of pleasant odor unto it
No, I will never...
#gothic
#Halloween
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Kino Hospital
Been in psych before,
but Kino’s the worst,
Don’t know how people are supposed to get better
in a place like this,
The air is stale,
no open windows,
no fan, no fresh water
Man, stay calm,
I gotta breath
fresh clean air, I thirst…
Nurses & orderlies on power trips
they do not try, no,
No help or relief comin from them,
No private shower,
you use the public shower,
Where you walk in barefoot
with the shit stains on the shower floor & wall,
no warm water, just ice cold water,
that stays on for 15...
but Kino’s the worst,
Don’t know how people are supposed to get better
in a place like this,
The air is stale,
no open windows,
no fan, no fresh water
Man, stay calm,
I gotta breath
fresh clean air, I thirst…
Nurses & orderlies on power trips
they do not try, no,
No help or relief comin from them,
No private shower,
you use the public shower,
Where you walk in barefoot
with the shit stains on the shower floor & wall,
no warm water, just ice cold water,
that stays on for 15...
#dark
#gothic
#narrative
#TruthOfLife
#suffering
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Old School
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No cell phone, no AI,
Eduardo don’t tweet,
Don’t know how to,
I work on cars, play acoustic guitar
Weight lift with free weights,
No machines for me
Sit at my desk,
with writing drink in hand
drink bourbon & beer,
blues rock & metal,
Beatles, animals, Iron Maiden & DIO
old school rap, & oldies
Brenton Wood, Kid Frost Ice Cube, Lighter Shade of Brown,
Fuck vegetarian
I eat red meat
Love flour tortillas with my chorizo & beans
Drink too much soda,
Love baseball,
Love...
No cell phone, no AI,
Eduardo don’t tweet,
Don’t know how to,
I work on cars, play acoustic guitar
Weight lift with free weights,
No machines for me
Sit at my desk,
with writing drink in hand
drink bourbon & beer,
blues rock & metal,
Beatles, animals, Iron Maiden & DIO
old school rap, & oldies
Brenton Wood, Kid Frost Ice Cube, Lighter Shade of Brown,
Fuck vegetarian
I eat red meat
Love flour tortillas with my chorizo & beans
Drink too much soda,
Love baseball,
Love...
#narrative
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia #passion
#nostalgia #passion
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Something Strange
~,,~`
The night light laces through open window
Onto me,
Laying on my bed, as the cool night time wind does
Speak softly, to me old friend,
For I have inherited something strange
From the night, yes, from the night
Something cold, dark and ashen;
Something that was once afflicted
And trapped inside my memory hoard… Mine;
Trapped, upon the breaking of the bough
And beguiled, into the lower rings of hell
Where are you
Tender mercies,
Speak tenderly toward me
For the waning of the night has still long to go
Before I...
The night light laces through open window
Onto me,
Laying on my bed, as the cool night time wind does
Speak softly, to me old friend,
For I have inherited something strange
From the night, yes, from the night
Something cold, dark and ashen;
Something that was once afflicted
And trapped inside my memory hoard… Mine;
Trapped, upon the breaking of the bough
And beguiled, into the lower rings of hell
Where are you
Tender mercies,
Speak tenderly toward me
For the waning of the night has still long to go
Before I...
#narrative
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Untitled
``~~~…~~~```
It breaks my heart
How,
The best gift I can give you
Is the lack of my presence,
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out of dust I was formed
and into dust shall I depart
as the once better half of me
burns away,
If I shall not fade into you
then shall I hopelessly fade away
and go beyond
where I can learn,
however;
I curse you
I curse you to ever have
the name of the man
who loved you,
always remembered
to dwell in you
```~~~… … …~~~```
It breaks my heart
How,
The best gift I can give you
Is the lack of my presence,
```~~~… …~~~```
out of dust I was formed
and into dust shall I depart
as the once better half of me
burns away,
If I shall not fade into you
then shall I hopelessly fade away
and go beyond
where I can learn,
however;
I curse you
I curse you to ever have
the name of the man
who loved you,
always remembered
to dwell in you
```~~~… … …~~~```
#frustration
#emptiness
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Midnight Conjuring
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Even in death,
dark thoughts rot mine soul
That which I kept inside
has made its way out
that which was hid
among mine seven deadly sins
conjured,
In the midnight sun of the necromancer
vivianite bones
Old and decrepit
darken green blue & black,
```~~~… ...~~~```
That which was hid inside,
has found its way out
And am left as dead things among the living
In the valley of dry bones
```~~~… … ...~~~```
Even in death,
dark thoughts rot mine soul
That which I kept inside
has made its way out
that which was hid
among mine seven deadly sins
conjured,
In the midnight sun of the necromancer
vivianite bones
Old and decrepit
darken green blue & black,
```~~~… ...~~~```
That which was hid inside,
has found its way out
And am left as dead things among the living
In the valley of dry bones
```~~~… … ...~~~```
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#magic
#sacrifice
#curse
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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,
```~~~…~~~```
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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:
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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
...
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