Submissions by wolfman
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Truth, knowledge, wisdom, love. Delivered through words.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Nov 2012 5:44pm
25th Nov 2012 5:44pm
Black is Ambiguous
Black is ambiguous. Because knowledge of our culture was stripped. The definition of our culture is blurred. Black is an unkown that outsiders can only guess what the true meaning is. Black has many meanings; it could mean hard working & determined, lazy & unmotivated. One thing it should be is self explanatory. Hopefully it remains ambiguous so that it may be self defined by individuals. Since individuals are part of the whole, the construsction of Black-American culture should start with persons defining themselves. Houses are built by a collection of inseperable bricks and each...
912 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Nov 2012 5:21pm
25th Nov 2012 5:21pm
Expression
I am guilty of artistic expression
Since it is against the law
My hands are delinquent and raw
Free speech is a dream
But even dreams dry and die
Like leaves in the fall
Personas are masks painted by depression
All true thoughts are imprisoned by repression
The world is as porcelain as grandma's collection
Rosy red cheeks, a desirable trait
Roses are red
So are the devil's eyes
And his native tongue is Lies
He's narrator to most lives
See, we are all somewhat like spies
We wish to act on our own desire
But we must remain...
Since it is against the law
My hands are delinquent and raw
Free speech is a dream
But even dreams dry and die
Like leaves in the fall
Personas are masks painted by depression
All true thoughts are imprisoned by repression
The world is as porcelain as grandma's collection
Rosy red cheeks, a desirable trait
Roses are red
So are the devil's eyes
And his native tongue is Lies
He's narrator to most lives
See, we are all somewhat like spies
We wish to act on our own desire
But we must remain...
735 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 7:38am
24th Nov 2012 7:38am
Broken Souls
Rrrrrrraah!
You won't let go
I lust for your body
It's aching my soul
Although we've been
Broken up, for a couple months
You still make my heart glow
Damn you! Get out of my dreams
I dreamt your arms 'round my neck
My hands cupped around your waist
We hold eachother like we mean it
Constantly squeezing tighter
You kiss me on the cheek,
So warm, soft, and wet
Making me feel higher,
While making my mind more numb
You repeat smooch over 'n' over
I can't think now, I feel dumb
The constant kisses,
showing...
You won't let go
I lust for your body
It's aching my soul
Although we've been
Broken up, for a couple months
You still make my heart glow
Damn you! Get out of my dreams
I dreamt your arms 'round my neck
My hands cupped around your waist
We hold eachother like we mean it
Constantly squeezing tighter
You kiss me on the cheek,
So warm, soft, and wet
Making me feel higher,
While making my mind more numb
You repeat smooch over 'n' over
I can't think now, I feel dumb
The constant kisses,
showing...
793 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2012 12:54pm
22nd Nov 2012 12:54pm
Abysmal Slumber
I sense sleep coming soon
All alone in my dark room
Pitch black and empty
Just me, and not even me
For I am, no more
I can't think, therefore I am not
I only desire to dive into this slumber
I will let myself sink down under
No struggle back to the surface
Pitch black, no sense, no purpose
All alone in my dark room
Pitch black and empty
Just me, and not even me
For I am, no more
I can't think, therefore I am not
I only desire to dive into this slumber
I will let myself sink down under
No struggle back to the surface
Pitch black, no sense, no purpose
663 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Nov 2012 5:02pm
21st Nov 2012 5:02pm
When My Hands Bleed (version 2)
When my hands bleed
I get a high
I feel such a rush
To release what's inside
I purge what I want
To fullfill my need
For I am addicted
To making my hands bleed
Sometimes they bleed on their own
I swear it aint me
Yet I sit red-handed
Nobody would believe
My face with a euphoric expression
Blood runs down my sleeve
My belief is this
That it's healthy to relieve
Let go of what's underneath
So that it may be seen
I envy stigmata, who
Experience crucifiction
I want my hands nailed too!...
I get a high
I feel such a rush
To release what's inside
I purge what I want
To fullfill my need
For I am addicted
To making my hands bleed
Sometimes they bleed on their own
I swear it aint me
Yet I sit red-handed
Nobody would believe
My face with a euphoric expression
Blood runs down my sleeve
My belief is this
That it's healthy to relieve
Let go of what's underneath
So that it may be seen
I envy stigmata, who
Experience crucifiction
I want my hands nailed too!...
569 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Nov 2012 3:33am
20th Nov 2012 3:33am
Shit In A Septic Tank
You make me feel like shit in a septic tank
Why don't you just flush me now
Swallow me up like you love the taste
Just to shit me out
You give compliments like great gifts
Just to slap them out my hands
Then stomp them into the ground
Why don't you cover me with dirt and shit
Because you've smashed me into the ground
Just bury me now
You give me hope
Put it on my head like a crown
Then you make me feel lower than down
Crush me and smash me
Accept me and reject me
Digest me and eject me
Why don't you just flush me now
Swallow me up like you love the taste
Just to shit me out
You give compliments like great gifts
Just to slap them out my hands
Then stomp them into the ground
Why don't you cover me with dirt and shit
Because you've smashed me into the ground
Just bury me now
You give me hope
Put it on my head like a crown
Then you make me feel lower than down
Crush me and smash me
Accept me and reject me
Digest me and eject me
905 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 4:03am
19th Nov 2012 4:03am
Repression
At a time when my rage consumes me
Living in an age of confusion
All I know's my state of delusion
Memories echoe
Rejection, rejection
I have been starved of
Affection, affection
The folks guilty of
Neglection, neglection
My soul can't be freed
I have lost the key
In my loin an unquenchable fire
In my groin perpetual desire
Shall I release the beast from his cage?
But he would only feast for his rage
Living in an age of confusion
All I know's my state of delusion
Memories echoe
Rejection, rejection
I have been starved of
Affection, affection
The folks guilty of
Neglection, neglection
My soul can't be freed
I have lost the key
In my loin an unquenchable fire
In my groin perpetual desire
Shall I release the beast from his cage?
But he would only feast for his rage
797 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Nov 2012 8:17am
18th Nov 2012 8:17am
Impotence
Soul less soldier
Decaf folgers
Frozen roaster
Ice path colder
Foldless folder
Weightless boulder
Poor old rover
Can't rollover
Beauty is in the eyes
Of a blind beholder
Alc-free moonshine
Alchoholic that's sober
Big umbrella
With holes allover
American muscle
With no motor
Hydrophobic
Swimmers and boaters
Skunk with no odor
Funk with no odor
Try to get high
These drugs aint potent
Ice white frosted path
Nice guys finish last
Decaf folgers
Frozen roaster
Ice path colder
Foldless folder
Weightless boulder
Poor old rover
Can't rollover
Beauty is in the eyes
Of a blind beholder
Alc-free moonshine
Alchoholic that's sober
Big umbrella
With holes allover
American muscle
With no motor
Hydrophobic
Swimmers and boaters
Skunk with no odor
Funk with no odor
Try to get high
These drugs aint potent
Ice white frosted path
Nice guys finish last
689 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2012 8:08am
18th Nov 2012 8:08am
The End Is Just the Beginning
Tires screech as the vehicles attempt to brake. The efforts are futile for the godly Newton said so, inertia is the proof. The metal warps and tears one into and through the other. The gaze of terror; the only time a person distrust sight above all other senses because the sight is of an event one wishes to be false. The weight of despair one feels in all the years of being elderly, useless, and dependant comes crushing the mind all at one brief moment. Then comes the crushing weight of motors, glass, the suffocating smell of fumes. Now the ears are flooded with a deafening sound of horns...
692 reads
1 Comment
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