Facing the Elements (Poem)

Leave me like ashes in your fire pit
Tell me you care but you don’t give a shit
Wash me away in the ocean
Kill me because my hope is wearing thin
Leave me withered in the earth’s hard ground
Nobody will find me because I won’t make a sound
Let the wind take me up into the sky
And take me to a better place, before I die

Wait until I fold to open me up
Always go overboard to find our when you’ve had enough
Poison yourself just to see the light
And put out the candles before it gets too bright
Don’t ever listen to anyone not in your favor
One instance of kindness doesn’t make a savior
One instance of crime doesn’t make a criminal
There’s no purity when everything’s subliminal

New Years Heave

So New Years Eve is a day away, and most people are gonna spend the night getting hammered and counting down the last seconds of 2014, at least the people that are sober enough to count properly. Truthfully I’m getting annoyed with hearing all this “new year, new me” bullshit. People are still gonna be the same idiot pricks reguardless of what fucking year it is. The only tradition that I appreciate is the New Years resolutions. It’s always good to set goals and strive to achieve them. But anyways, to all of you drinking tomorrow, don’t get to the point where you pass out in the woods for an hour, and have to be taken away in an ambulance. Drink responsibly and don’t go overboard on the Bacardi 151, nothing good ever comes out of that. And one last thing, thanks to all of my great followers, your support makes writing on this blog that much better. I wish you all the best, and have a great New Years.

Just a slightly informative New Years post

So it’s only a couple days until New Years, and for the first I am actually putting serious consideration into a New Years resolution. The main thing I want to improve in myself is determination, actually having goals and things that I can strive for, and have a better idea of the person that I am. The end of this year (past couple months) has pretty terrible, and I’ve seen a lot of people run themselves into the ground lately. It seem like they’re not really going anywhere on life. My New Years resolution is, in short, to make something out of myself or at least start to.

The River (Poem)

Majestic river of my past memories
I hope she’s still flowing beautifully
Her face is still ever present
Her soul is still so iridescent
She’s gone but part of her is still here
She gave me love and she took my fear
I released all the feelings that I once kept locked
But now she’s gone and I feel lost

All of my secrets were washed away
I hope they won’t be found at shore or at bay
I told the river all that I kept inside
Because I finally found a place to hide
I would’ve been willing to drown or get ripped apart
Just so I could get closer to her heart
I would’ve done anything for that river
And now she’s gone, but I forgive her

Time to expand my writing

I’ve been doing some thinking lately and realized that this blog could benefit if I incorporate not just a new theme, but a new category all today. Just to make this blog a little more versatile, I’m going to start blogging about music as well. Mostly older music from the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s & 90’s, just because its something else I can really put my heart into and write about. If any of my followers have a couple ideas on what I should write about just let me know, I’ll always consider what you guys say you want to see from this blog.

Reasons…

So I knew sooner or later that I would start getting questions about the whole title and set up of this blog, and why I use the name “MidnightWolf”, so let me explain. It isn’t me trying to hide or being afraid of something. I try not to make this blog completely about myself. I don’t want my face to be remembered as I want my words and posts to be remembered, I prefer substance over imagery. I also like the sleek and kinda mysterious feel of the blog, I think it suits me a little bit. Someday I’ll probably upload a photo of myself, but for now there’s no point, why change something that seems to be going so well, and is augmenting each and every day.

Just another opinion on cops killing black teens

So another black kid dead at the hands of a white police officer. This time there’s no doubt the kid deserved it, because he held a gun to the cop, and yet black people are still complaining. Are you guys that fucking terrible and twisted that it’s gonna take a cop to give up their defense and let a suspect kill them, will that finally make you happy? It just pisses me off how so many people act like those black teens in the national headlines that were killed are fucking saints, who actually helped out the very communities defending them, when in reality they were just there to take from them and give nothing back. This whole thing has gotten out of control and it isn’t getting better, America isn’t getting any better.

Vermillion (Poem)

I’ve been listening to Vermillion Pt. 2 by Slipknot lately, and one day I was just inspired to write a poem based off of it. Hope you guys enjoy it.

She sleeps in white but dreams in black
Stepping on grass and shards of shattered glass
He sky is faded and void of color
Her dreams are filled with her vanished lover

Her once pure dress is covered in dirt
The one that she has worn since birth
It flaps in the wind she doesn’t feel
She lives in a world that isn’t real

She sings the song that nobody else sings
Wraps the gifts that no one else needs
She keeps everything locked up inside herself
She’s the victim that nobody tries to help

It’s spring but she feels colder than winter
She is a deep and hidden splinter
Stuck inside of me that I can get out
She’s silent even when she wants to shout

Plastic (Poem)

I feel like I’m made of plastic
Sewn together by strings of anger and pain
And tied up by a tight elastic
That attempts to keep me sane

It just pains me this is how I’m living
Like a shattered man on a sinking ship
This car of pain is tired of being driven
And I’m too weak to tighten my grip

I’m starting to accept this depression
And that’s the thing that scares me the most
I’m too broken to give a good impression
Dead enough inside to be a ghost

I hold the shattered vase of my life
Wondering when did it break
I stare on the table at this sharpened knife
Wondering how much life there’s even left to take

Not As Merry Christmas

So it’s Christmas time and nothing really different for me. It’s sad, I used to really look forward to the holidays especially Christmas. I guess this goes along with growing up. There’s only 4 days left until Christmas Eve and that’s probably one of my favorite days of the year. I like seeing my extended family because I rarely spend time with any of them. My 2 cousins both gone off to college and I have a little over half a school year left and then I really don’t definitively know what I’m going to do. I have a lot of ideas on what I want to do but I don’t have a specific path paved out yet, but writing is definitely a tile I would like to pave with.