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wulfhug27 Sep 2014
Does she feel alone?
Cuz her mother is gone
and her greatest achieve me
doesnt feel good at home
Does she feel pain?
Cuz her sons dad is vain
and killing her spirit every day?
Does she feel proud?
Of being so great, and herself, everyday she's herself
never late
Does it hurt her
to raise tones just to say the words that
wont reach her dear children each day
is she simple? perhaps
but still an overlap of chores
and chore for her heart
for her children adored
ah my mother
what strength
what loud, hard insane
a silly young thing
a wise women who sings out her heart
and her soul
loved herself and is bold
and is stubborn
when told
the words no, not too old
to discover her laughter and joys
not to old to try
to understand her teens voice
oh my mother
I'm sorry for being afraid
I'm sorry of dying alone
its a shame.
wulfhug27 Sep 2014
Dear friend I'm sorry

the *serpents inside
of me
they crawl all over
throughout my body
egged and born early out of fate
out of destiny
triggered like a batting clock
basking in their there-ness
waiting-- to be used
to be struck alive
energy
               negativity
just hatch-lings of change

they shiver and squirm
find direction within
and then they get hungry
slurping at everything
till they've tasted the honey
and kissed at my pain
they
then
knew their game
and


they eat it away
all my irritant thoughts
****** dry as they burrowed inside me
all day
all my sighing when sighted
they lick up delighted

my plight unknowing, and innocent then
unaware of, yet
they were my friends
but


they grew
in length, and in strength, and in appetite.
Hissing and Searching
slithering through every part
a presence unfelt
until
they found my heart
like a thick sack of milk
what a goldmine
what a find
these two serpents big and old
have grounded me
found my touch
attached onto to my soul and mind
all the pain saved for their glory
and doomed for mine.

And I felt them
against my blood they moved like slime
those serpentine lines rolled up my spine
From my heart
through my stomach
to my right brained side
devouring me
and stealing  my time
and they **** me
they **** me
even today.
Even as I'm reaching for **Goodbye
Medium: My First Sketch Book
Time Written: Btwn June and July 2014
Place: Train ride home.
wulfhug27 Sep 2014
Animal,

Wonderful animal,

Poor glorious animal.

Let. Me. Win.

Let me kiss each knuckle,

Goodnight.

Rub your palms against the soles of my feet...

And purity bless you creature

Make you rich

With Play and Excellence

You,

Brilliant beast of burden

Die...but grace this planet softly

Violently.

Be. Go. You lovely piece of wilderness.
Day
  Jul 2014 wulfhug27
A Thomas Hawkins
Touch me,
it doesn't matter where
and it doesnt matter how
I need to know I'm still alive
so someone touch me now
Shake my hand and say hello
or pat me on the back
kiss me on the cheek
that I may feel this sense I lack
slap my face and pull my hair
make me bleed I just don't care
dig your nails into my skin
so I can feed this need within
I've been numb for such a time
that even pain would be sublime
so touch me, touch me now
I don't care where, I don't care how
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wulfhug27 Jul 2014
If I extend a paw,
my toes would separate, and I would admire the webs betwinx my pink pads. I would glance at them, with large light green eyes --
moistened and glistening from my tears.
I would be sad.
So feathered down, like a ghost goose whose body was given to flames.
Roasted and seasoned to bless the bellies of hungry children. Selfish, foolish children.
I would not bring my skull to motion
and only twist my heavy living frame.
Simply, stretch this paw of mine farther out.
Giving my body to sensations. To relaxations.
These muscles unaware of their tightness, their knots.
And when all doing so, all senses would fairly appreciate...
granting me with gentle gratuitous pleasure.
Now, out ahead my cold paw remains,
this rugged elongated snout of mine shut.
When my whiskers turn and my nose acknowledges the odor the breeze lends, the sweat being stolen from my now frozen paw, aching to return into the warmer-haven against my chest.
To return and meld
into my fur just like all the rest. I shiver curled against myself, 3 paws touch one another, safe. My entirety lain to one side. One eye to the sky the other to the dust.
The other facing the dusk
that surrounds me, much as time does. And faintly I breath. It is the only thing I notice. A blank mind does not notice much but what is closest.
My life still going.
My lungs still pulling,
heart still beating,
blood pulsing,
fluids slipping down my throat, through my veins.
Function-- normal.
The disarray has left me empty,
tail tucked in time, in space, one that pushes steady forward.
No one has the power to halt it. Nothing has the power to stop
neither this heart nor mind from crying out its faith..
I am blank........... but still
..active still..
Twitching a tail out limp
against the ground it flickers and flags.
Sway against the air it does, swaying for my soul.
Why does it idle? How long has it been? I cannot know any longer,
no-one can.
Just sharing things from my blue leather journal.
I'd written this a few months back. I wasn't going to share it but here. Perhaps I should copyright protect my stuffff. And yes, it implies what you think it implies.
-sigh-
Enjoy
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