Howling Madly

wolfbittenpoet · 04-27-2011, 06:24 PM

Lick
Salt sting broken flesh
Copper pennies on my tongue
Purr in contentment
Calm and centered
Little aches let me know I am alive
I am bound by invisible chains
I am a tiger with new stripes

wolfbittenpoet · 04-27-2011, 06:42 PM

I want to lick the salt off your skin
as if you were some delicious lollypop
or a dripping ice cream cone on a hot summer day
you refresh me
my dream lover
I don't even know your name
your femininity is intoxicating
you are so at ease in your own skin
you make me smile
you give me what I need
the passions I try to resist until they boil up
I delight in your phantom touches
that leave me waking in desperate need of a shower and a fuck
I head to the shower can't have everything we want all the time
then I compose luststruck memories to read later
when the dreams run cold
in my nights you give me all I could ask and more

wolfbittenpoet · 05-06-2011, 07:42 PM

Never before
Have I felt
So calm at peace within myself
I know not how
Except your words
Have made me know what I would
Opinions are just that
People's words mean only what we make them
All they are mosquitoes
Buzzing in our ears
And with proper care their bite will irritate not sicken
I am tired of being sickened by pests

thanks m.n. and p

wolfbittenpoet · 05-10-2011, 06:43 PM

Street lamp silhouettes shadow the sidewalk
Traced with chalk by childlike hearts
Laughing in madness brought by releasing pent up innocence
Embracing the little child who hides inside
Play with chalk
Hopscotch and jump rope
Tell a teddy bear your dreams
Sniffle at the monsters under the bed in the closet
A scary place to be
Be brave with a broken stick sword
And broomstick steed
You are a knight in tinfoil armor
Stronger then any forged steel by your belief
We should all still play make believe

wolfbittenpoet · 05-14-2011, 08:43 AM

I carress you
My fingertips tracing your curves
Loving the sounds you make for me
I smile and inhale
Heady with your scent
You work so hard to help me
I stroke you
Calling out the best of us both
I praise you
Until it is late in the night and we are both exhausted
I curse you
When you run dry of essense at awkward moments
I worship you
My midnight mistress
I fear for the day you fail me
For how will I be a typewriter boy without you
You are my beauty
My battered ancient goddess of print
My Typewriter Lover

wolfbittenpoet · 05-15-2011, 01:10 PM

Smelling of stale cigarettes and despair
Whiskey label somehow permanently adhered into front
Scribbles in margins
Stains of ink and graphite smudges
Humorless remarks
Not a study copy but a work of desperate madness
Blood on the edges from paper cuts
Can almost hear the hiss of a curse as the pages flip
Discard it discard it discard it
Yet still it circulates
Like a battered 1938 penny
Worn by time and rubbed smooth by nervous fingers
Read it lost as much in margin additions as original text
Is this what madness looks like
Or is this what inspiration becomes

wolfbittenpoet · 05-15-2011, 04:47 PM

Fingertips stained with ink from broken ballpoint pen
A mess of blue black on the desk
I want to paint swirls on the decades old calendar
But no that's childish
I am childish
So I scrawl spirals until the ink dries
I scrub at my hands until only ghosts of ink remain
Like some cleaned up Celtic warrior
Is it so wrong I want to drag the ink across my skin
Painting the designs of the gods of battle
To go off and face grocery store fascists
And green market madmen
I close my eyes and simply breathe

04-27-2011, 06:24 PM	#1
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He/They Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL where cows go mooooo Posts: 535 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 893 Thanked 1,579 Times in 403 Posts Rep Power: 7518427	Lick Salt sting broken flesh Copper pennies on my tongue Purr in contentment Calm and centered Little aches let me know I am alive I am bound by invisible chains I am a tiger with new stripes __________________ Burn Burn Burn

04-27-2011, 06:42 PM	#2
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He/They Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL where cows go mooooo Posts: 535 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 893 Thanked 1,579 Times in 403 Posts Rep Power: 7518427	I want to lick the salt off your skin as if you were some delicious lollypop or a dripping ice cream cone on a hot summer day you refresh me my dream lover I don't even know your name your femininity is intoxicating you are so at ease in your own skin you make me smile you give me what I need the passions I try to resist until they boil up I delight in your phantom touches that leave me waking in desperate need of a shower and a fuck I head to the shower can't have everything we want all the time then I compose luststruck memories to read later when the dreams run cold in my nights you give me all I could ask and more __________________ Burn Burn Burn

05-06-2011, 07:42 PM	#3
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He/They Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL where cows go mooooo Posts: 535 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 893 Thanked 1,579 Times in 403 Posts Rep Power: 7518427	Never before Have I felt So calm at peace within myself I know not how Except your words Have made me know what I would Opinions are just that People's words mean only what we make them All they are mosquitoes Buzzing in our ears And with proper care their bite will irritate not sicken I am tired of being sickened by pests thanks m.n. and p __________________ Burn Burn Burn

05-10-2011, 06:43 PM	#4
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He/They Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL where cows go mooooo Posts: 535 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 893 Thanked 1,579 Times in 403 Posts Rep Power: 7518427	Street lamp silhouettes shadow the sidewalk Traced with chalk by childlike hearts Laughing in madness brought by releasing pent up innocence Embracing the little child who hides inside Play with chalk Hopscotch and jump rope Tell a teddy bear your dreams Sniffle at the monsters under the bed in the closet A scary place to be Be brave with a broken stick sword And broomstick steed You are a knight in tinfoil armor Stronger then any forged steel by your belief We should all still play make believe __________________ Burn Burn Burn

05-14-2011, 08:43 AM	#5
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He/They Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL where cows go mooooo Posts: 535 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 893 Thanked 1,579 Times in 403 Posts Rep Power: 7518427	I carress you My fingertips tracing your curves Loving the sounds you make for me I smile and inhale Heady with your scent You work so hard to help me I stroke you Calling out the best of us both I praise you Until it is late in the night and we are both exhausted I curse you When you run dry of essense at awkward moments I worship you My midnight mistress I fear for the day you fail me For how will I be a typewriter boy without you You are my beauty My battered ancient goddess of print My Typewriter Lover __________________ Burn Burn Burn

05-15-2011, 01:10 PM	#6
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He/They Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL where cows go mooooo Posts: 535 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 893 Thanked 1,579 Times in 403 Posts Rep Power: 7518427	Smelling of stale cigarettes and despair Whiskey label somehow permanently adhered into front Scribbles in margins Stains of ink and graphite smudges Humorless remarks Not a study copy but a work of desperate madness Blood on the edges from paper cuts Can almost hear the hiss of a curse as the pages flip Discard it discard it discard it Yet still it circulates Like a battered 1938 penny Worn by time and rubbed smooth by nervous fingers Read it lost as much in margin additions as original text Is this what madness looks like Or is this what inspiration becomes __________________ Burn Burn Burn

05-15-2011, 04:47 PM	#7
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He/They Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL where cows go mooooo Posts: 535 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 893 Thanked 1,579 Times in 403 Posts Rep Power: 7518427	Fingertips stained with ink from broken ballpoint pen A mess of blue black on the desk I want to paint swirls on the decades old calendar But no that's childish I am childish So I scrawl spirals until the ink dries I scrub at my hands until only ghosts of ink remain Like some cleaned up Celtic warrior Is it so wrong I want to drag the ink across my skin Painting the designs of the gods of battle To go off and face grocery store fascists And green market madmen I close my eyes and simply breathe __________________ Burn Burn Burn