Howling Madly

wolfbittenpoet · 05-16-2011, 06:30 PM

Am I mad
Is this hell that I reside
A horrible torturous suffering
Meant for some past life self
Am I dieing
We are all dieing some faster then others
Most days I feel as if I am dieing by inches
Am I screaming
I can't hear myself but I know I should be
Yet no sound ever ever escapes
Am I drowning
In life in death in hell
If I am do I go to heaven
Does the hurt ever stop?

wolfbittenpoet · 05-17-2011, 05:55 PM

There is a mad symmetry
In the way the words fall across the page
As the click,click,click of keys rings in silence
But for the melting of the ice in the glass on desktop
And the sound of the cat's soft snores on the bookshelf
Occasionally mosquito buzz near half deaf ears
Advance the page a steady rhythm builds
Tap, tap, tap
Finish page
Scratching pen correcting typos
toofast forgot the spaec
Dyslexic mind doesn't catch all the misspells
Will find them later when brain less fuzzy
click, click, click nother page beneath the keys
scratch scratch scratch like the leaves in the breeze

wolfbittenpoet · 06-09-2011, 10:42 AM

Hot sweaty therapy
We have fucking Therapy
Urge to be seen as who we are
You on my cock
Happy fagboi
Seen as beautiful handsome boy
Willing to bottom for me
Therapy session on the floor
You call me handsome hot hard hunk
You've had surgery I have not
But you don't treat me like a freak
You bite and scratch
We walk away bruised and at peace
Therapy hookup
I've got your number until next year

wolfbittenpoet · 06-09-2011, 03:52 PM

You are a warrior
Painted up old school in blue whirls to a god you do not name
You smile as I pull off your shirt
I trace my fingers over your sweat slicked skin
Worshiping a god I do not name
I smile as I lick the scar roughened skin
You look at me eyes gone passion dark
There is a heat rising from us
We are transforming
In each others eyes we are warriors

wolfbittenpoet · 06-09-2011, 04:12 PM

You fell asleep
Your stamina impressive but still even angels must sleep
And you lay a beautiful renaissance sculpture
Tangled in the sheets
Your lashes dark upon your cheeks
Your skin is still flushed from passion
I simply sit drinking whisky and watching you
Tracing the lines of your body
You are a delight
But I covet your body in only a semisexual way
No I admire the way you have worked
Like a sculptor to get the form
And I wonder if I shall ever be that beautiful
Or if I am simply a convenience

wolfbittenpoet · 06-09-2011, 05:10 PM

I curse you Sal Paradise
For being the man I am not
I am a wanderer of words
But not roads
Though often I have dreamed
Of simply walking away
And making a go of being a mad backpack madman making my way to Mexico City
I want to meet my Dean
And live dancing in glorious insanity with him
Instead of trailing along behind
Simply digging his wild beat songs
Or perhaps I curse you Ray Smith
For the beauty you find in the calmness of madness
Of your night on the beach and your bed under the roses
I want a Japhy with wild Oregon happiness
And learn to fly down mountains after climbing up them on my knees
I wish to sit calmly watching for fire and dreaming of old men who are seeking enlightenment
If only I had been born 50 years earlier
Perhaps then I could been a mad cat without seeming insane

wolfbittenpoet · 06-30-2011, 03:58 PM

One two three
Keep in time
Lift and grunt and set down
One two three
Another time
Close your eyes I will not whine
One two three
Curse this game
Open eyes work through the pain
One two three
No more counts
Pain has won so count me out

05-16-2011, 06:30 PM	#1
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL Posts: 534 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 891 Thanked 1,578 Times in 402 Posts Rep Power: 7303678	Am I mad Is this hell that I reside A horrible torturous suffering Meant for some past life self Am I dieing We are all dieing some faster then others Most days I feel as if I am dieing by inches Am I screaming I can't hear myself but I know I should be Yet no sound ever ever escapes Am I drowning In life in death in hell If I am do I go to heaven Does the hurt ever stop? __________________ Burn Burn Burn

05-17-2011, 05:55 PM	#2
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL Posts: 534 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 891 Thanked 1,578 Times in 402 Posts Rep Power: 7303678	There is a mad symmetry In the way the words fall across the page As the click,click,click of keys rings in silence But for the melting of the ice in the glass on desktop And the sound of the cat's soft snores on the bookshelf Occasionally mosquito buzz near half deaf ears Advance the page a steady rhythm builds Tap, tap, tap Finish page Scratching pen correcting typos toofast forgot the spaec Dyslexic mind doesn't catch all the misspells Will find them later when brain less fuzzy click, click, click nother page beneath the keys scratch scratch scratch like the leaves in the breeze __________________ Burn Burn Burn

06-09-2011, 10:42 AM	#3
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL Posts: 534 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 891 Thanked 1,578 Times in 402 Posts Rep Power: 7303678	Hot sweaty therapy We have fucking Therapy Urge to be seen as who we are You on my cock Happy fagboi Seen as beautiful handsome boy Willing to bottom for me Therapy session on the floor You call me handsome hot hard hunk You've had surgery I have not But you don't treat me like a freak You bite and scratch We walk away bruised and at peace Therapy hookup I've got your number until next year __________________ Burn Burn Burn

06-09-2011, 03:52 PM	#4
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL Posts: 534 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 891 Thanked 1,578 Times in 402 Posts Rep Power: 7303678	You are a warrior Painted up old school in blue whirls to a god you do not name You smile as I pull off your shirt I trace my fingers over your sweat slicked skin Worshiping a god I do not name I smile as I lick the scar roughened skin You look at me eyes gone passion dark There is a heat rising from us We are transforming In each others eyes we are warriors __________________ Burn Burn Burn

06-09-2011, 04:12 PM	#5
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL Posts: 534 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 891 Thanked 1,578 Times in 402 Posts Rep Power: 7303678	You fell asleep Your stamina impressive but still even angels must sleep And you lay a beautiful renaissance sculpture Tangled in the sheets Your lashes dark upon your cheeks Your skin is still flushed from passion I simply sit drinking whisky and watching you Tracing the lines of your body You are a delight But I covet your body in only a semisexual way No I admire the way you have worked Like a sculptor to get the form And I wonder if I shall ever be that beautiful Or if I am simply a convenience __________________ Burn Burn Burn

06-09-2011, 05:10 PM	#6
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL Posts: 534 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 891 Thanked 1,578 Times in 402 Posts Rep Power: 7303678	I curse you Sal Paradise For being the man I am not I am a wanderer of words But not roads Though often I have dreamed Of simply walking away And making a go of being a mad backpack madman making my way to Mexico City I want to meet my Dean And live dancing in glorious insanity with him Instead of trailing along behind Simply digging his wild beat songs Or perhaps I curse you Ray Smith For the beauty you find in the calmness of madness Of your night on the beach and your bed under the roses I want a Japhy with wild Oregon happiness And learn to fly down mountains after climbing up them on my knees I wish to sit calmly watching for fire and dreaming of old men who are seeking enlightenment If only I had been born 50 years earlier Perhaps then I could been a mad cat without seeming insane __________________ Burn Burn Burn

06-30-2011, 03:58 PM	#7
wolfbittenpoet Member How Do You Identify?: Typewriter Boy Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: FL Posts: 534 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 891 Thanked 1,578 Times in 402 Posts Rep Power: 7303678	One two three Keep in time Lift and grunt and set down One two three Another time Close your eyes I will not whine One two three Curse this game Open eyes work through the pain One two three No more counts Pain has won so count me out __________________ Burn Burn Burn