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So I'm trying this again...
I'm going to call this project, "The Theme of Self-Improvement and validation; The Writing Experiment."
The reason behind this is; I am unhappy with my stagnation of skill in general, my life.
To counter this I shall try making public some of the thoughts I have, the writings I do for fun and for catharsis.
This being said, I am not a poet.
I am not a lyricist or lyrist.
I'm probably not the story teller I once was years ago.
But I do want to try to be these things again.
Without further ado, here is a piece, currently unnamed, because that feels more pretentious than thus already is (0.o).


I stood and watched, the shadows grown long in the cool evening light.
The boy, crestfallen and mired in scars of his own creation, as he stared - muted - at the wall in front of him.
For each he piece he attempted, grand in enthusiasm, then with a baleful moan his head fell into his hands. Anguish, rage and sorrow.

I reached to the boy,
Yet that distance, less than an arms reach away.
A chasm, a hollowed abyss of shadows.
A valley of death.

Oh is this the world your dreams have wrought.
As if to prove this right, he started again,
His process of self-destructive creation.

From his chest out he pulled his still beating, still beating, heart.
And with practised precision drove it into the wall.
Each strike another scar on his body.
He moans in agony as it smashes.

Ruby red tear drops as they fall, fragments of the whole.

And so he does his next artwork, slowly, he pauses.
To his situation he is so acutely aware.
He stoops, picks up the pieces, and attempts to place them back in.

His bastardry of what all once knew, goes unnoticed, like the shards upon the floor.
I see him, in his torturous loneliness.
And leave him be.


And off!
Yours faithfully, The Old Wolf.
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Well done, you have some really good imagery in there.
I'm glad that you're deciding to do more writing. I'm looking forward to seeing what else you end up doing!
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So I wrote out this whole thing about how this next piece came about... And then when I went to preview the piece! My document crashed yay! The piece itself is intact, and so is my memory of what I wrote.
I don't really want this to be the side of me that gets seen too often, as this is a very personal piece (purely by accident I assure you). But I live by a creed of I don't hide anything, I try to wear my heart on my sleeve and say what's on my mind.


Anecdotally I feel like I should make writing and posting one of the things I wrote a regular thing for own sake of having something to help keep the days in check and to assist in developing a rhythm of habit.

Thoughts and comments always appreciated.
So with that in mind, here is the piece.
I thought I’d write about how unhappy I am.
I thought I should share I want change.
I told myself “Don't be afraid.”
They whispered back “But we’re still here.”

This isn’t obligation to depression, to pain and suffering.
This is obsession.

I told myself to admire those who worked for their skill.
I told myself to love the skills I have.

Now green has become my colour and I loathe my betters.
Instead of working hard to make those around me proud,
I find resentment my newest sickening companion.

But I told myself, “This isn't me.”
So they told me, “But it is you, don’t you see?”

I told myself, that the blade which is dull saves the most pain.
Where a flow of red blood once satisfied the thirst of my depravity,
Now an opera of screaming voices demands a river.

I'd suggest you wear a hardhat, I’m known for my violent tendencies.
I’ll keep trying to be the best, to recover.
With a level of sobriety,
- The Old Wolf.
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I swear this wasn't supposed to be so negative looking o.O
Oh what’s the point.
Its plain and simple, cold cut corners and set in stone results.
I’m no competitor or rival.
Without drive or desire to fuel, all things ultimately fail.

Despite apparent success, or the guise of direction,
one must pay special attention to the commands.
By law and rule, simply those that bind myself to simple existence,
Inner turmoil no longer the detractor but rather the repetition of sight seen through weary eyes.

Cast adrift in an endless sea, images so cliché in every verse,

The story begins a new, fire burns.
Inspiration.
Then it dies, unstoked, uncared for.
And from the ashes found another fire is build.

Please pay special attention, to the theme of repetition.
If this in error of anything or simply unwarranted, please inform me of such.
Humbly yours,
-The Old Wolf.
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It's another Friday! How shocking, and as such I have another one of my routine posts to make. This one is more fanciful, and somewhat captures the world in my head.
Lessons Learned.

Howl wind and rage storm,
I have conquered thee before.
Whilst my form may have long since changed,
our spirit yet lives on.
A harsh teacher, one of biting cold reprimand, scalding punishment and unforgivingness.
Yet boldness you instilled.

Hush now rivers, listen to the trees.
How subtly do mine paws trot upon the ground, in the quietest manner – deadly, precise.
Gentlest mother, who gives with grace and takes with wrath.
Did you not teach me humility?
In your embrace of starvation, bringeth to me a rabbit and chastisement.
Though many years have passed since that last wild hunt,
good mother I remember you.

My brother what is this?
Oh great Rome, may the Eagle Empire live long, hail to thee Caesar.
Fighting spirit in my dearest brother, locked in shield with shoulders abreast we brought the sword to pagan land.
Sorrow, is what you gave me, for these men shall not know me again, and nor I them, for they are but man.

Stand before me now,
ancient, I am not.
Youth so long passed.
In this now, shall I find another lesson, as surely all man must.
Pray I, to allow me to learn once again.
And with that, adieu,
- The Old Wolf.
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Do you also dabble in story writing?
You have an interesting style, I especially like the most recent one, and I'd be curious to see how it would transfer over to generic storytelling.
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I'm back with another expulsion of barely coherent words! I've only done this as self-discpline, I don't like the pieces I've written this week. And I don't like the one I'm gonna post.
Been all antsy an' such.

To Mr Cyn, yes, I did dabble in story writing. I had several short stories entries into some compition which were published with many others (if I recall correctly that is). It doesn't transfer well for long term stories, unless the protagonist is ancient and on an unwilling quest.

I should write again.

Here is this week's piece of words.

Nine Broken Mirrors:

The scalding water failed to wash away blood staining my face.
As I stared blindly into my nine times broken mirror
My reprehensible self stared back,
This facade of demonization to survive the self-constructed pariahship.

Within his scaled face lies blatant mockery, tempting to let him rise again.

In my nine times broken mirror, do the fragments of myself long passed away stare in muted horror,
as in desperation I clawed sightless eyes from their sockets.
The physical pain, while no cut, brings relief from the pain.
The twisted sobriety for thoughts of honour and desire of love bring more pain than are ever worth the reward.
Without sight to guide, it falls to sound to guide the self.

My broken mirror echoes thoughts into an audible cause,
coaxing, daring dreams from their fetid houses.
Sound becomes sight, sight which finds itself staring at scales and fangs.
Uncaring.

The scalding water fails to clean away the blood.

Thank you and adeiu,
- The Old Wolf
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Then would it be too much if I asked for a sample? As I mentioned, I'd like to see how your way of writing would convey into a story like that.
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Friday again, and another piece of words to be displayed by yours truly.
Anything productive this last week has been out of reach with this cloying humidity hanging around, it sucks.

Mr Cyn, I shall see what I can scrounge up. In honesty I am still loathe to write anything. But I shall see if this old brain can bring some machination to life again.
The Trees
Into the night golden eyes stared.
Beware this bloodied maw that has made another kill.

Teeth that rend the life of prey,
to the grander scheme so insignificant
yet the chase of the hunter and the hunted
causes distress to the world around.

The marks of the hunt,
churned ground and crimson painted trees
are the works of art designed by chance.
One life has come to an end to better another
a sacrifice so easily forgotten.

Overlooking the bloody kill, pillar-like,
unerring and forever supportive without bias
stand the trees.

How many nights have they borne silent witness to the tribulations?
Agedly graceful they have suffered the disrespect of the animals
who thoughtless chafe and scratch at their bark.
And when the wolf lies down to rest, the tree will grant him shelter with no question.
Yours Truly,
- The Old Wolf.
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Well then, I'll look forward to seeing it when it comes.
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Should I stir from my thousand years of slumber, what will I wake to find.
Within myself, fears and hopes long dormant as I kept my quiet guard.

In years long passed I was an outcast, age old even among them, should I wake what shall I find –
A world more alien than before. Where wild beasts reigned and man feared to tread lies mechanical horrors. In this new world I find none of my long gone companion’s songs being sung.

“A myth,” they say, “nothing more.”

Wearily, through millennia I have kept my watch.
For millennia I shall remain, on my constant guard.
Yours truly,
- The Old Wolf.
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Short, but sweet. I really liked it. Are some of these shorts connected? Or do the exist separately? (As in are they told from the perspective of the same entity?)
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Gnarled fingers pluck a gentle tune from an old six string.
Many years has this art form been unrefined,
a practice kept to blur the hours on the road.

Dusty trails have lent themselves' to the hoof of burdened horses,
thankless and unmarked – the road forms the lifeline of a weary traveller.
Respite is few places to be found
proof is etched on the face of those who wander.

Aimless and without bearing the tune carries in the air,
meaningless to those seated in their houses, deaf to the sound
of the wanderer's guitar.

Accompanied by the slow drumming of hooves
the music trudges onwards.

A singular destiny made in the turns of the road.
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It goes without saying. This one is wonderful as well.
I look forward to next Friday for the next installment. ^^
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CyntheWightRabbit wrote:Are some of these shorts connected? Or do the exist separately? (As in are they told from the perspective of the same entity?)
To answer this question (as I should have a week back or so), Yes - some are linked, some are not. However for the most part that link is simply a style in which I enjoy writing, as a tale taken from the old and weary yet remaining eternally prideful. (Bleheheh that sounds so pretentious!)

Anyways, another sombre piece.
A Song for the Dearest of Company

Oh my fair-weathered friend.
What great shame has befallen you,
for while mundane emotion may fall beneath my notice
eternity weeps along with every creature.

While average words and mutterings will never convey
the way in which I seek to console.
Those of kindred spirit will sing the grandest of songs,
in honour,
in mourning.

No words, no matter their elegance will lessen the hurtings to come.
No shoulder can carry the feelings in your stead.

However no single creature is to walk this path alone.
In their honour.
A thousand muzzles in song.
Union.

I pray for thee,
whose footsteps have grown cold.
I offer thee
another song.
Yours truly,
- The Old Wolf
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I've been lazy... This is an old-ish one I wrote a few months back on a whim. So here it goes.
To Be More
As flame does harden the clay, so to does life harden the living.
Scars, memories and stories – all precursors to the people we bore witness to.

Despite myself, and the nature I’ve interred. I must cast off the ragged bonds of disgust and loathing.
For myself and those around me, for selfish reasons only, I must profess.
My newest desire, that of friendliness and familiarity.
No longer will fear rule me or hatred drive a stake between those around me.

I may know much, where it matters not, but to this end, I desire to learn.
To create a meaning behind the word “friend”, to determine what it means to have family, to find reason to trust another.
To myself I ask, or rather command,
Bring forth the compassion Be that which others, regardless of position, may approach for advice, for companionship.
Let me say, my words are not without thought – I shall make good on those words uttered.

In now, my closing verse, I try again, to declare;
Let no person be alone.
Yours truly,
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Excellent as always.
Well done, Wolf.
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Conformity

I must make a specific request:
to disregard self-perceived uniqueness.
I must demand this based on
society's law of conformity.

Race, religion and culture
But mere tools to divide and conquer.

Tools that are tried and tested parts of an equation
that equates to a division
in the human race.

Man shall do what he must
to seek the shelter
of his nation, place and birth.

To this end,
might I recommend.
A simple reconciliation
within the ideologies of segregation?

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When the only certainty, is uncertainty, confusion abounds.
The desperation to find admiration is the driving force behind all undertaking,
Yet fear lurks, impassioned by desire and loathing towards failure and success.

Antagonistic, paralytic.

In finding self, exploration is key.
In losing self, doubt is ever present.

To find meaning in others, in self – to bear willing purpose.
The quest continually embarked upon, ever continuing. Ceaseless.
In it's caress many find comfort, family, meaning. In the shadow, others find only isolation.

Focus now, your vision upon the waning moon.
The many who have failed, young and old, are they to blossom again
At the birthing of the moon?
In the tumultuous ocean of days eked into eternity man surely continues without clear goal and destination, he must continue – for surely the end must be revealed.

Yours truly,
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Moonlight shines onto the obsidian seas,
Its thoughts betrayed by the roaring swells and raging winds.

The oceanic beasts howl in fury at their writhing prison and with acceptance,
Return meekly to their lives, unchanged.

The gull that flies, mechanical in its nature, protects those in its metal gullet from the wrathful world below.
The thousand thoughts within, ponder the nature of the tumultuous waters that war for as far as the eye sees.

In that ravaged waterscape – the grizzled dogs bitterly fight to survive on their boats, waves crash and wind screams but the SeaDogs forge-on with grim determination, for they can only mourn when the swells have quelled.

Detached, in the far depths below, a lazy eyed beast lurks in the darkness; it does not know nor care for the world above it though it shall reap the rewards of the exhausted who sink into the ceaseless bottom of the sea.
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*a rabbit imitating cricket noises*

3 months later, eh? That is no good. I request for my 12+- Friday's missed to be caught up on pronto. :I
Joking aside. Am I going to be able to read more posts any time soon? :v
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Beloved Stranger
Many know your name, but do any know you?

Where did you sleep last night?
On what image did your haggard eyes last see?

Many have shared your company
on park benches and on the streets.
Odd jobs and irregular employment, in the yards of others carefully replanting gardens.

Where's yours?

Your hearth and your home;
what's yours, to keep and nurture.

Tired stranger, your steps are carefully placed,
but there's a wobble in those legs,
Why do you not cry out?
Or return home?

Stranger?
Are you lonely?
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hmmm...interesting...
interesting that you should write a piece about a stranger when that is what you have become to those who called you "friend" for years,
Do you realise the effects of your absence?
How they miss you,
How they worry about your welfare,
How many whisper in secret about your changes in behaviour.
Do you remember that they were once part of your life?
Does it make any difference to you that they no longer are?
Do you have your reasons,
Or was it done out of haste
Is it regret that makes you not return
Or are you filled with hate?

I know I suck at poems, but I've run out of ways to reach you and all I seek is an explanation coz it couldn't all have happened for no reason.
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Raised a Gentleman

No Sir.
Yes Ma'am.
Always be polite.
Momma raised a gentleman.

Keep well-groomed.
Brush your hair
and keep it short.
Trim the beard
and clean the glasses.
(Must you look so messy?)
After all,
Momma,
raised a gentleman.

“Yes please.” and “No thanks.”
are always required.
Speak properly, pronounce your “R”s,
annunciate clearly.
Keep a level tone.
Do not raise your voice,
nor scream, nor shout.
Do not cuss, nor offend.
Speak no expletives and say nothing foul.
(Are you always so vulgar?)
Because Momma,
She raised a gentleman.
Stand up straight.
Have a firm handshake.
Show no emotion and keep eye contact.
Show what others wish to see.
Be presentable and courteous.
Do not speak unnecessarily,
speak when spoken to.
(I can't have you seen in public – you're an embarrassment!)

After all.
Momma,
You raised a gentleman.
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thought as much
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To me I actually enjoyed this one cause I'm currently dealing with this one and not just with my mother but with the whole family as to calling me rude, bossy, gossiper etc. where I'm not acting like it but I'm kind and the whole British enactment of a gentleman and telling the truth even if it hurts.

Although I think it's wonderful. Thanks for sharing OldWolf.
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Water Coloured Lillies.

This world isn't real.
It's a quaint delusion of paper-craft and watercolour.
Imagination of reality without sense - no touch nor taste, sight or sound.

For the observable that stems from the ground to sky, endless expanse of pastel horizon and oil painted forest, the reality fades on screens of the electronic visage.

A world seen and known only through disembodied words and gazed on through digital eyes.

Water coloured lilies that float on lavender scented waters dashed with koi
are only found in the imaginations of those who keep dreaming of new worlds and realities to find ways to discover world's that stretch endlessly, in forms most beautiful.
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Sobriety.

I'm sober tonight.
I'm awake until four AM.
With my arms around him.

I'm sober tonight,
and I shouldn't be.
Because tomorrow,
he goes back to his lover.

In the morning,;
he changes his clothes, and puts on deodorant.
And tells his partner, he loves him like no other.

I'm sober tonight.
And I really shouldn't be.
Because I keep thinking of his body against me.
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Wow...

That's an awesome poem. :3
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