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.

The Man in Black (Poem)

I’ve really been getting into writing poems lately, and I just thought I’d share one of my first’s.

The man in black just trudges along
Forever walking down the haunting road
Wishing that he could finish his song
But his soul is just too cold

The man in black walks by the crooked tree
Worn and withered by the never ending wind
Wondering what it’s like to be free
Wonders how life would be without so much sin

The man in black walks the path of crows
Segregated from life and isolated from hope
His cut is even deeper than it shows
But he has found a new way to cope

The man in black just stares at the tar
And finally feels that he has a true friend
The man in black has walked so far
Hoping soon he’ll make it to the end

The man in black simmers under the black hole sun
And stares at it until his eyes start to bleed
He has a different definition of fun
He’s just looking for the next opportunity to feed

The man in black hides in plain sight
Hoping never to be found
And every day he waits for the night
Because that’s when all his friends come around

The man in black has learned from his past
He depends on nothing but death
Always wishing that his next step is his last
Always wishing one day he’ll be able to forget

The man in black is starting to fade
And he feels a numbing feeling of content
He has finally found black’s darkest shade
Finally found the place to which his soul will be sent