Howling Madly

wolfbittenpoet · 04-03-2011, 08:05 PM

If words were like raindrops
Noah's flood would only half approach
The untamed longing in my heart
To please my gentle lover
She who whispers in tender carresses
Inspiration
Yet I drown sometimes when cruel mistress she becomes
Trying to swallow around words
Being torn to shreds by emotion
I cannot convey
Until I lie in broken sharded sanity
Weeping ink and sobbing sonnets
A broken battered beloved
Yet still I shall crawl
On hand and knee to worship at her feet
For she is inspiration
My muse who stands hidden
A ghost in my shadow
Brave daughter of memory thy name is Calliope

Diva · 04-05-2011, 05:28 AM

I love "weeping ink and sobbing sonnets"......

Lovely!

wolfbittenpoet · 04-10-2011, 05:52 PM

I am madness
A screaming soulborn lost boy
Genderfucking anarchist with wild eyes
I hide it
Carefully conceal it
With gentlemanly ways and dark glasses
With expressive hands and 1930s grace
I am the son of my grandfather
The laughing trickster running from growing up
But desperately wanting to grow old
Saving pennies in a jar
For a life I think I'll never live
But embracing the worse of Pandora's curses
I hope

wolfbittenpoet · 04-10-2011, 06:01 PM

Mr Wilde just so you know
You still make young men feel
Untethered by the limitations of rigid societal obligation
You tell us we lay in the gutter
But you implore to stare at the stars
Well in paltry words and feeble phrases
I reach grasping at ink dark eternity
Where crystalline brilliance twinkles
Fighting impending madness by embracing it
And laughing in my shallowness
Still your words delight
Pervasive comprehensible dribble
But deliciously decadent in thought
Let me hide my paintings so I may live forever
Wrapped up in a serenity of words

wolfbittenpoet · 04-10-2011, 06:51 PM

I write in the shower
At 3 in the morning
Because I can't sleep
Little kids markers that wipe off the wall
That bleed from the spray coming off me
Sometimes I wear my clothes
Family doesn't ask anymore
Quite frankly don't want to know
It's hard to explain but it's nice
A way to let out angry jumble
Wash it down the drain
Works better then scribbling on envelopes
With a pen run dry

Gemme · 04-10-2011, 10:20 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by wolfbittenpoet

I am madness

I really enjoyed the whole poem, but your first line is incredibly striking.

wolfbittenpoet · 04-12-2011, 12:19 PM

I’m screaming raging in the night
Laughing in the maddening delight
Searching for ectasy down a bottle
Breaking down insanity on typewriter keys
Sitting in the buggy humid hell
In boxers and Converse
Chest bound old school
Speedtyping oblivion
I am a trans queer madman
Lost in my own mind

Talon · 04-18-2012, 11:28 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by wolfbittenpoet

If words were like raindrops
Noah's flood would only half approach
The untamed longing in my heart
To please my gentle lover
She who whispers in tender carresses
Inspiration
Yet I drown sometimes when cruel mistress she becomes
Trying to swallow around words
Being torn to shreds by emotion
I cannot convey
Until I lie in broken sharded sanity
Weeping ink and sobbing sonnets
A broken battered beloved
Yet still I shall crawl
On hand and knee to worship at her feet
For she is inspiration
My muse who stands hidden
A ghost in my shadow
Brave daughter of memory thy name is Calliope

Just beautiful...you are quite the poet.

04-03-2011, 08:05 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: 7303676	If words were like raindrops Noah's flood would only half approach The untamed longing in my heart To please my gentle lover She who whispers in tender carresses Inspiration Yet I drown sometimes when cruel mistress she becomes Trying to swallow around words Being torn to shreds by emotion I cannot convey Until I lie in broken sharded sanity Weeping ink and sobbing sonnets A broken battered beloved Yet still I shall crawl On hand and knee to worship at her feet For she is inspiration My muse who stands hidden A ghost in my shadow Brave daughter of memory thy name is Calliope __________________ Burn Burn Burn

04-10-2011, 05:52 PM	#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: 7303676	I am madness A screaming soulborn lost boy Genderfucking anarchist with wild eyes I hide it Carefully conceal it With gentlemanly ways and dark glasses With expressive hands and 1930s grace I am the son of my grandfather The laughing trickster running from growing up But desperately wanting to grow old Saving pennies in a jar For a life I think I'll never live But embracing the worse of Pandora's curses I hope __________________ Burn Burn Burn

04-10-2011, 06:01 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: 7303676	Mr Wilde just so you know You still make young men feel Untethered by the limitations of rigid societal obligation You tell us we lay in the gutter But you implore to stare at the stars Well in paltry words and feeble phrases I reach grasping at ink dark eternity Where crystalline brilliance twinkles Fighting impending madness by embracing it And laughing in my shallowness Still your words delight Pervasive comprehensible dribble But deliciously decadent in thought Let me hide my paintings so I may live forever Wrapped up in a serenity of words __________________ Burn Burn Burn

04-10-2011, 06:51 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: 7303676	I write in the shower At 3 in the morning Because I can't sleep Little kids markers that wipe off the wall That bleed from the spray coming off me Sometimes I wear my clothes Family doesn't ask anymore Quite frankly don't want to know It's hard to explain but it's nice A way to let out angry jumble Wash it down the drain Works better then scribbling on envelopes With a pen run dry __________________ Burn Burn Burn

04-12-2011, 12:19 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: 7303676	I’m screaming raging in the night Laughing in the maddening delight Searching for ectasy down a bottle Breaking down insanity on typewriter keys Sitting in the buggy humid hell In boxers and Converse Chest bound old school Speedtyping oblivion I am a trans queer madman Lost in my own mind __________________ Burn Burn Burn

04-05-2011, 05:28 AM	#2
Diva Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Diva Preferred Pronoun?: Diva Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Chez Diva Posts: 11,879 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 9,263 Thanked 17,179 Times in 5,238 Posts Rep Power: 0	I love "weeping ink and sobbing sonnets"...... Lovely!