wulfhug27

wulfhug27 Jun 2014

I fight....... to keep my dreams
alive alive
alive
but* everyday they seem to
die die
die
once in a while I'm able to
revive revive
revive
...but..
*why?

Hold fast to dreams
For is dreams die
Life it a broken bird
that cannot fly.
--Langston Hughes

#death #die #alive #dreams #inspiration

wulfhug27 Jun 2014

public record

will* the record of me be a name
in a book.
with the letters of my birth page
or the characters
of my web-stage
or the stand-up cries
of my outrage?

will i
be the one who dares to be....
instead
of living
like a sheep.

and will i say
the very day
when i overcome this dismay
that "I have done it"
i have found what i never knew
i wanted
was needed

i have found the "we"
in me
the "us"
in i
no longer separate
from all of us

nearly
all of us
are shifting lies like
ties around our throats

hum,
oh when that comes
when i'll be in may,
at peace and plain;
spontaneity
my name
will i
can we
see the meaning for
this mean less life?

Yet?
Not the fame, but the heart
will i get it
will i fulfill the tug
of my
soul
oh i don't know
oh i do not know
oh my goodness
i do hope so.

Just rambling. And utilizing no CAPS. Just this once.

#love #life #live #ramble

wulfhug27 Jun 2014

Am I Missing

Where did we run off to
and end in
separate ways of road
I miss you

But who's missing
Me or you.
Why does it feel as if
you've left me
why does it feel as if
my lies are true
I miss you

But I also wish you
the greatest best
of your new found things
but also
I am missing

did you
notice
it

the "gone-ness" of it all
of me
of us
of we

No more.
Do you miss it?
Did you notice?
Are you too in love
To see the loss
inside of me
that crawls out
and cries for you
my friend
and doesn't leave
just goes back in.

Please miss me too
Please love me too
Please don't forget me
My greatest friend.

Poem inspired by imaginationcollabortators "please miss me" and also by my deepest-friend, who fell in love, and has now here gone astray from her "lovey" I hope she will return. I know when you fall in love nothing else matters, I am happy for her, but here I am dying inside.

#love #depression #pain #loss #betrayal #friend #sorrow #forgiveness #missing

wulfhug27 Jun 2014

Anything. --To a friend.

The ginger boy just could not  touch.
For long
he'd been away.
He wasn't sure if to return.
Or if stay
in far display
.
It hurt him much that he did dine
to ignore
such place
where time
and space
where people meet and spirits lift
and only two can sail the drift,
the tide of
friendship.

It made no sense his
versed up mess
but he could not
      think
         of anything best
he could not put
his soul to rest
even if there was no test
even though the patience lives
even if the doubting gives
even if he cannot rhyme
every sentence
every line
all he wants to do is give up his apology.

To remind that all was genuine
to ensure that love divine
the ginger did not **** things up
just was turned
against
by pain and time
they took away his freedom
imprisoned him in his own mind
so when he fell to sorrow
and to longing
for the old times
for his good friend
for the new words
hesitation reigned
and won

All the moments he did try
wishing from his lips to say
lingering his fingers over keys
just type it-- "hey"
what consumed him was this
pain
dramatic and possibly in vain
wanting not to burden bare
a friend so far
and out of hair
a friend unaware.

So he gifted his apology.
And his Promise to return.
His word was only certainty
but when ? no-one could learn.
He hoped to not attain bad feelings.
He hoped to not regret.
But whatever happens, happens
There is hope for this boy yet.

To my dear almost/friend Madeline

#loss #friendship #moment #struggle #hesitation #malven #innerturmoil

wulfhug27 Jun 2014

Oone

My anger
Loves me.
But I
do not it.

#love #anger #hate #relationship

Jun 2014

imaginationcollaborator

Untitled

Why do you even try?
With this dystopia of a world?
With these people?
Who would bend over backwards
Just to watch you writhe?

Why would you even try?
To help those who don't
need anything except
to get off the floor?

Why do you care?
If the people here are gone?
So what? Who cares?
They will all die one day.
Who cares if that's tomorrow?
Why fear the inevitable?
Why be scared at all
Of losing the ones you love?
They're already gone.