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The Words and Workings of Wolf

Posted Jul 20, '11 at 10:20pm

Maverick4

Maverick4

6,891 posts

An incorruptable wish. That way, nothing ill would come from it and at the same time, I'd burn up my wish without causing harm to myself, my soroundings, or anybody else.

Its a win-win, really.

 

Posted Jul 24, '11 at 11:54pm

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

Broken Reality

Have you ever wondered about your life? All the thousand thousand ways things could have been different; how things could be changed; how the choices could have been varied?

Think of who you are today. Think of how you've come to be who you are, defined by the ideas of your own making, and others. The influences both emotional and physical. Nature and nurture. Can you say you're satisfied with your life thus far, or do you reach for something else? Do you feel like someone else? A stranger to yourself. What does it take to remove all the doubts, the nagging suspicion that plagues the mind like a cancerous growth? The thoughts that feel so alien, so detached. Caught between what you know and what you want to know. There's something wrong, there are splinters in your mind, you keep saying things were supposed to be different, things were not meant to be this way. Trapped inside your own mind you replay memories time and again.

This isn't my life. This is who I'm supposed to be. This is a dream, I'm only waiting, to wake up to reality.

 

Posted Jul 26, '11 at 12:32am

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

Misfiled

This song is dedicated to anyone who's ever felt like they don't belong.

She sits, dazzled by the sunlight...
Little girl, only of tender age.
Will you live? Innocence...intact,
From the machine, the machine crusade?

Oh, oh...
Looking, blacked out, at the sky
Pictures, of file cabinets dance inside my head.
Where are you? Where are you?

Grown man, standing struck by fear
Can you hear, what's left out there?
Will you live? Sanity...intact,
From the machine, the machine crusade?

Oh, oh...
Looking, black out, at the sky
Pictures of files are in my head!
Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you? Oh...

Somewhere out there! Somewhere out there
I see you shine, I see your light.
And it's all going away, turning to grey...
Where are you?

Can you see, how lucky you've been?
You were missed, and now you live.
A little girl, of tender age...

 

Posted Jul 26, '11 at 9:52am

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

Really wish I had an edit button...

 

Posted Jul 28, '11 at 3:29am

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

Roof of the World

Waking moments between cold winds.
Lost upon the peaks of this world,
Air so thin. Pale lights drift
Behind my shuttered eyes, searching.
Hoping to find an answer that does not exist.
An answer to this peace; at the roof of the world.

 

Posted Jul 30, '11 at 2:05am

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

Have you no concept of what it means to spill these words, like so much blood, upon these pages? Have you not noticed a progression of thought and feeling? From the brink of tormented outrage, to the quiet grief that now haunts my eyes. All in the course of a single year, one revolution of an indifferent world. I asked for a response, and that response was silence.

 

Posted Aug 4, '11 at 3:51am

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

To have fallen so humbly into silence;
My will shattered. Where are my words now?

 

Posted Aug 6, '11 at 2:52am

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

We are the shadowed watchers before the fractured dawn.
Poor souls we, so malignly twisted to malicious ends.
Ends that have no means of which to sustain themselves,
So the pace ever onward, unceasing in relentless pursuit.
Though what they so obsessively persue is unknown. To them.

Consider the wayward thinking. The man who does not pause
In his intelligence to gauge and consider the victims
Of such professed ideologies that he in time produces.
And to what extent does this madness flow, born on ideals?

A ceasely ceased ranting and rave against cruel misfortune
Only to flounder admist the true purposes of life. Bitter irony that.
Can you not claim so yourself? Have you no sight in which to see?
A mockery. All this is naught but a mockery. Is it not so?

We are the shadowed watchers before the fractured dawn.
Poor souls we, so malignly twisted to malicious ends.
Twisted in such ways as to become unrecognized.
We spoke once, but now we chant. One mind with all of you.
Poor souls we, who dared believe this world could have voice.

Voice, that was not silent.

 

Posted Aug 8, '11 at 6:00pm

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

Dear lurkers and various people who read this thread, I ask once more, why do you not comment?

 

Posted Aug 8, '11 at 7:05pm

Quirinus1

Quirinus1

158 posts

I'll take a look at them in the very near future. It would also be nice if you gave every poem a number or title, since referring is quite difficult if the poem has no number/title.

 
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