Howling Madly

Gemme · 04-10-2011, 10:20 PM

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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

wolfbittenpoet · 04-12-2011, 12:50 PM

I am no poet
I am a fire eyed fraud
Who taps at letters
Rambling mumbling
Incompetent
Nothing I create
Is Shakespeare
So I can not be a monkey with a typewriter
No I am ruled by emotion
So in the world of Wilde all I make is bad poetry
I have no sense of form
No concept of structure
I have never had a conversation with a comma
I am a grammatical anarchist
I am no poet
I simply sit down at a typewriter and bleed
So maybe Papa would say I'm a writer

wolfbittenpoet · 04-12-2011, 03:31 PM

My imagination is in a box
It sits on a shelf beside my heart in its cage
It has a lock on it
But it breaks often and escapes
Then it roams doodling on the walls
In a magic marker that won’t scrub off
It makes funny faces at me
Trying to get a response
Some days I ignore it as it babbles
Incoherent in the back of my mind
Others I embrace it and we laugh like jackals
Dancing about like we dwealt in Bedlam
And sing out the troubles of the world
For the vorpal blade to slay

wolfbittenpoet · 04-12-2011, 07:09 PM

He sits upon a cardboard throne
A king in a broken home
His roof a bridge
His fanfare the roaring of the trucks
He used to lounge feet up
With his buddies beside a jewel green forest
Now his only jester is a bottle
Wrapped in brown paper
He begs for coins
Lost in memories
Sometimes someone buys him a meal
He thanks them
But he'd rather drink
Numb the pain
Make life bearable
What life there is left

wolfbittenpoet · 04-12-2011, 08:00 PM

Am typewriter boy
In laptop world
Reinking ribbons
Staining my hands
Speedtyping in midnight hours
Smelling of sweat and correction fluid
Drinking down inspiration
Sitting with a single desklamp shining on keys
Living in the shadows
Cursing for forgetting to advance paper
Going back with red pen and bitten pencil
Making the edits
Sit it in a box and let dust gather
Before going back again for retype
In the midnight hours
Drinking down inspiration
Eating my own words

wolfbittenpoet · 04-15-2011, 08:05 PM

Falling off the couch
From lack of sleep
Staring at the carpet
Far too close up
Writing down halfbrain thoughts
And realizing everything I own
Inkstained
Have I fallen down the rabbithole
Or have I climbed out

04-12-2011, 12:19 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’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

04-12-2011, 12:50 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	I am no poet I am a fire eyed fraud Who taps at letters Rambling mumbling Incompetent Nothing I create Is Shakespeare So I can not be a monkey with a typewriter No I am ruled by emotion So in the world of Wilde all I make is bad poetry I have no sense of form No concept of structure I have never had a conversation with a comma I am a grammatical anarchist I am no poet I simply sit down at a typewriter and bleed So maybe Papa would say I'm a writer __________________ Burn Burn Burn

04-12-2011, 03:31 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	My imagination is in a box It sits on a shelf beside my heart in its cage It has a lock on it But it breaks often and escapes Then it roams doodling on the walls In a magic marker that won’t scrub off It makes funny faces at me Trying to get a response Some days I ignore it as it babbles Incoherent in the back of my mind Others I embrace it and we laugh like jackals Dancing about like we dwealt in Bedlam And sing out the troubles of the world For the vorpal blade to slay __________________ Burn Burn Burn

04-12-2011, 07:09 PM	#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	He sits upon a cardboard throne A king in a broken home His roof a bridge His fanfare the roaring of the trucks He used to lounge feet up With his buddies beside a jewel green forest Now his only jester is a bottle Wrapped in brown paper He begs for coins Lost in memories Sometimes someone buys him a meal He thanks them But he'd rather drink Numb the pain Make life bearable What life there is left __________________ Burn Burn Burn

04-12-2011, 08:00 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	Am typewriter boy In laptop world Reinking ribbons Staining my hands Speedtyping in midnight hours Smelling of sweat and correction fluid Drinking down inspiration Sitting with a single desklamp shining on keys Living in the shadows Cursing for forgetting to advance paper Going back with red pen and bitten pencil Making the edits Sit it in a box and let dust gather Before going back again for retype In the midnight hours Drinking down inspiration Eating my own words __________________ Burn Burn Burn

04-15-2011, 08:05 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	Falling off the couch From lack of sleep Staring at the carpet Far too close up Writing down halfbrain thoughts And realizing everything I own Inkstained Have I fallen down the rabbithole Or have I climbed out __________________ Burn Burn Burn