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JWolfeB Oct 2017
Since when did being
Lonely
And
Being surrounded by the ones you love
Become
The same feeling
JWolfeB Aug 2017
Our blood was laced with alcoholic excuses from bad fathers neither of us signed up for
We traced our lineage to find disadvantage for the hopeful
And in the end I found a brother
Who was more like my father
A missing backbone
Crutches to limp check his empathy
A hard lined depression drenched in self-loathing
The man much more a hollow cage
Leaking from his seams
Not wishing to get better
A ghost in the shadow of today's tomorrow
We are blood, my brother and father
And some days
Blood is the only thing we have in common
JWolfeB Aug 2017
We are empty whiskey bottles
Apologizing for always helping the helpless
Damning the ******
Liquifying any motivation
To make things better
Pouring ourselves out
To soak in sorrows
Begging and wishing
Someone would pour us back
JWolfeB Jul 2017
The words filtered in my heart with a slight jolt of unknown

Leaving me awestruck with open heart surgery precision

I wish to know

Once

Just how beautiful we could both be if we dropped expectation for return

If we allowed our love to flow through us as night riders touching each and every fabric of one another

Meet me between now and our forever

Even if forever lasts for just this moment

Wake me with your lampshade heart beat and I will always walk in the light
JWolfeB May 2017
We are
Two parts water
One part sun
So please selflessly love
The darkness out of me
JWolfeB May 2017
Elephants
Herd animals
Having a deep resounding sense of family
These majestic sentients of earth are known to deeply display emotions
Often when losing a family member, although they may not understand death
Elephants will grieve, attempt to bury, and even cry over their loss

The oldest female in the herd is the matricial leader
When this leader dies
After a period of time the next oldest female assumes this position as a leader

It has been over four years and I am still here
Grieving
Digging
Broken
JWolfeB Apr 2017
Thank you father
You were never the man we needed you to be
But you did leave me this gun
In the shape of a bottle

Genetically manipulated to magnetically stick to any addiction within reach
This bottle is strong arm robbing me of reality
Creating blasphemous momentary relief of my pretty great life

I am presently attempting to place bottle caps on broken bottles
Trying to put spilled liquid back into my mangled mistakes
I never wanted to be like you father
But here we are
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