Sorrow has a way of sinking in. No one said it would be this easy for a soul to crinkle like paper, and no amount of heat can remove the lines. My conscience has created calluses, pain fossilized by years of rebellion against myself. I've been caught in the grip of my spiderweb-intentions, and remorse has sucked me dry. So, I'm gonna paint the day real, real pretty and hope that it eclipses the past. At least I have the night to look forward to, because the darkness covers my steps, if only for a little while. And justice licks my heels like a starving dog, and I chew dread like cud when it does. But this is life. This is why I fear the walls that men can't climb. Because I know, one day, the earth will leave me too dizzy to run. I just hope the sky is clear when I look up from the fall.

To the moon lonewolf dont cry to me.

Though your worshiped orb the rest cant see.

Forever caged I know you have been;

Never with pack and never free.

Look to the sun lonewolf you must;

For the darkened night shall break at dusk.

Your alpha female for which you lust,

Shall be ever lost, no matter how unjust.

Your night lonewolf be day to rest.

Your efforts feeble and weak at best.

The hunt is taken solely in jest;

To wear your heart atop thy breast.

The pack lonewolf in which you sought,

Cannot be found but only bought;

No matter the loyalties to which you would have brought.

So cry no more as they care not!

Be at peace lonewolf you soon will find,

Something great and far more divine.

Insights shall break your chains that bind.

One day you will discover the purpose of this divide.

Come to me lonewolf; the beast within,

For I am you and we must begin,

To lead our life in unison.

To hunt and love together again.

She tries to tuck it in for the night

But her thoughts and the pillow often fight

One attempts to soothe the mind

The other one is not so kind

To an agreement, they finally arrive

As down and feathers catch her cries

Hello, everybody!

Much like some other people who posted in this portal recently, this will actually be my fifth post. I keep trying to imagine what that would look like if this site were a physical group of people. Some guy with long hair and sunglasses walks in and starts spouting poetry. "Oh, by the way, my name is . . ."

By the way, my name is David. I'm originally from New York, but now I live in Australia. I have been reading and writing for as long as I can remember. My reading tastes are pretty ecumenical, I guess. I started with things like Dune and The Odyssey and Color of Magic, so I tend to call myself a fantasy and sci-fi guy at heart, but the truth is I'll read almost anything that makes a good first impression. I believe that you can learn something from anything, so I try to do so whenever possible.

I was introduced to this site by a friend of mine, and I have to say I really like it. I'm looking forward to a lot of reading and writing with you guys!

See you soon.

Guess he won

But, I never really had a chance did I?

He didn't keep his promise

But, he kept to his word

I hope he's doing good

He's too persistent and too good

And I'm just a stupid, hopeless romantic

Never admitted that to anyone...

I know this for sure

I'm not making the effort to date anyone

I'm done

I'll sit in front of the screen to watch fictional fairytales come true

I'll listen to the people around me telling me their happily ever after.

You fucked me with

Your Devil love

Draped over the arm

Of a headless shepherd

You haunted me and

You pissed on my grave

Still unoccupied and 

Sprouting with yellowed

Weeds of freedom blowing

I will snort a line of you and

Your ashes will spill

And rolling a twenty

I will cut my straws 

Because you split my heart

Until my spirit rose high

At the sight of you heaving

And appearing in white

Are you really here?

Is this for real?

Or are you

A delusion --

A stage of

My psychosis?

The music played

But no one danced

And a fire was started

But no one was flinching

We disappear into

Our world of darkness

Full of faces and

Strangers housed on dead ends

And their graceless existence

Empty eyes and

Their bellies were hollowed

With minds numb to crowds --

Kill the loudest sheep.

I will drink your sick blood

To prove my devotion

An anemic love drained

And weakened by

The weight of your fear

I will syphon your veins

Breathing life through my nose

As I suck the nutrients

You are a cock in my mouth.

And from your weathered body

You are a crawfish dying.

My organs ingest you

And you writhe with your pain

Your last rites written in ink

In our notebook of secrets

The clouds part with regret

And they pray for our souls

The Unholy Child is mine

And I watch your demise

As you sit on my palm

Like a puppet of torment

I will make our last wish

On your dandelion hair

And we escape on the wind

Sunlight tiptoes across the room

Rests at the foot of their bed

"Let them sleep, a while,"

whispers the air,

"For when they wake,

you will be outshined."

Wrapped in bed sheets like a burrito

dancing thoughts keep me awake,

backward existence where problems

of my world are solved and creativity

blossoms into mirrored reflections.

Blankets welcome me as family

morning arrives too soon

wish I could sleep until noon

nighttime ideas are weighing me down

I struggle out of bed and start coffee

prop up eyelids and start to jot

my feelings from the night before

on tiny paper scraps before I forget

this is going to be another crazy day

a turned around day of imagination.

A reason to get up in the morning.