MWBlueWolf

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The Desk She Called Home by MWBlueWolf, literature

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The Desk She Called Home

It was rosewood, she thought. She was never told different. Yes, rosewood, engraved With its elegant etchings, And its ornate garnish. For hours she would follow All those winding roads it made, Memorizing every twist and turn. She would lose herself in its carvings, A finger meandering aimlessly along Until the path would end with a flair. It was her childhood fortress, A refuge of her imagination, And her rainy day playground. The place where she'd lay hidden When no one else was there, Her feet splayed wide against the roof Of its gaping wooden mouth. It was her eavesdropping confidant, Listening intently to every trouble When she wou

Thinking of You by MWBlueWolf, literature

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Thinking of You

Why do I know the sound of a crashing car, and the noise a gun makes when it fires But I've yet heard the start of another man's heart, or stopped to think what it desires Yet here I lay now, awake as can be, with your image still fresh on my mind The smile on your lips, and your soft fingertips, are the only thoughts I seem to find So let's press them together, the both as they were, and dream that the hours stand still The time that we spend, just us two in the end, lost in love every minute we'd fill But the cursed clock ever-so-solemnly ticks, and we know that the day doesn't last The moment's too fleeting as I'd hear your heart beatin

What I Learned in School by MWBlueWolf, literature

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What I Learned in School

When did books become so boring, history dull and math a chore? Why is wisdom shown in scoring; no one’s learning anymore. I know when the wall in Berlin fell, the value x when y is two, But if you asked I couldn’t tell you why it matters that I do. Since when was worth dependent on a letter marked in vibrant red? The act of learning so resplendent, but time spent studying instead. What sort of system stresses who what when, but rarely why, When the values it addresses don’t help those who’d rather die? My mind had shined with wonder when I learned my ABCs, But now they’re just the symbols under my rubrics an

Happy Hour by MWBlueWolf, literature

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Happy Hour

With bottle in palm You drown all your troubles, The storm growing calm As you swim amongst bubbles. The bar falls silent But the tirade rings loud. Thoughts turning violent, You slip free in the crowd. Fingers still shaking, Your old demons take form. Pronged tongues all snaking, Seven skitter and swarm. You promised to quit But fall back in your strife. And now here you sit; What a fine waste of life. At hour hand’s tick You dive in your liquor. The booze settles quick, But blood’s certainly thicker.

Impact by MWBlueWolf, literature

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Impact

A watershed of crimson scarlets Bleeding out on shattered shores The ocean with its crashing fists Bruised and battered Eleanor The shriek of standstill, smearing streaks A shadow's kiss with concrete cold In desperate dive she splits the sea The cascade glimmers, glints like gold In blinding gaze of blaring eyes The second split like gaping skull Drowning, life spills dripping down Her headlights dim, the hazel dull The paramedics found her dead, afloat in the ocean of glass.

The Night the Bombs Fell by MWBlueWolf, literature

People-Watching by MWBlueWolf, literature

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People-Watching

She sat on the bench Between first and second Tucking her bags between her legs She sat in silent contemplation All around her strangers went About their busy lives They payed the woman little heed This troupe of actors unaware Taking her place in the audience Not a single person seemed to care This was her favorite sport of all This game of people-watching And this her favorite spot to do it Overlooking the vibrant city square She sat alone with eyes alight Heard every fleeting word and worry Pieced together quite a play A quilt of other peoples' stories The man that she named Henderson Was running out of time again Rent was due in full

Inclined to Silence by MWBlueWolf, literature

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Inclined to Silence

Had I nerve enough to speak There isn't much that I would say. I curse that I'm too quiet, weak To even give the time of day. My mouth is like a prison cell, My mind a warden, lock and key. I'm sorry I don't wish you well; My words cannot escape from me. But if you read my every thought You'd wish that you were deaf instead. This uproar that my brain has wrought Assaults the confines of my head. This dissonance of common sense Would warp the sane till driven mad So trust me, I meant no offense By reservations I have had. "You need to learn to speak your mind." At least, I think that's what they said. "Life's too short to live confined." B

His Love by MWBlueWolf, literature

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His Love

They asked the man who made me well If he could save my soul from hell. This man who rid me of the flu Told them there's nothing he could do. They asked a man who fixed the mind If there was help of any kind. He told them that there was no pill To cure someone who wasn't ill. So they asked the man who cooked the Book, Who said he'd gladly take a look. And so to put their souls at ease, He claimed he'd break my damned disease. They took their daggers to my chest, And told me it was for the best: For God forgives the man who prays, And heaven has no place for gays. They told me they had raised me better, That 'she' was out there, I just had

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Monsanto Cafe by matrixwrath8, literature

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Monsanto Cafe

He looked up from his chemistry notes to see her staring at him intently from across the table. She sat with her hands clasped around a cup of dandelion tea, eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning bright red over the white china rim. “Do you ever stop and think,” she said, slowly and purposefully, “that you could have been a binder?” He looked down at the binder in his hands. She’d been staring at his notes, not at him. “Sorry, what?” he said, slightly annoyed. “Just think. Your body is made of billions of atoms. What was the probability those exact atoms would come together to make you?”

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Paper Airplanes and Rooftops by MWBlueWolf, literature

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Paper Airplanes and Rooftops

John was busy again that day. He told himself that surely things wouldn’t get worse, but he was wrong. Another day meant another dollar, and as the dollars ran dry, so too did the days. What started as a boring yet necessary office job soon became a painful chore, and then an inescapable dead-end. He was stuck in the back corner of his firm. No one came to talk to him unless they had something that needed doing. There were no friends to converse with around the water cooler. There was no wife waiting for him when he got home, just more work. And the tap that supplied work never seemed to parch. There was always work to be done, deals to

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About MWBlueWolf

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Artist // Student // Literature

Oct 26, 1995
United States
Deviant for 13 years
mwbluewolf.tumblr.com
He / Him

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My Bio

Hi there! My name's Matthew, and you've stumbled across my deviantART account. I spend most of my free time doodling, writing, and playing video games. Since I hope to one day become a published author, I have a lot of work to do. I really appreciate any comments or critiques about my work, and hope that I will be able to improve and perfect my skills through them. After all, that's why I'm here!

Everything You Need to Know About Me:
~My username for almost anything is MWBlueWolf.
~I'm a pansexual (bisexual but complicated).
~I'm currently in a relationship. <3
~I'm in the furry fandom (which should be obvious).
~My favorite genre of almost any medium is horror.
~I'm a deist who believes in religious tolerence.
~I have ADHD and a short attention span.
~I am currently working towards a degree in Creative Writing at Texas State University.

Favourite Visual Artist

The-AlliCat, Pelboy, buizelmaniac, Ken Sugimori, Rick Griffin, Tracy Butler

Favourite Movies

Coraline, Grave Encounters

Favourite TV Shows

Constantly Changing: Ask Me~

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Owl City, My Chemical Romance, Twenty One Pilots

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe, H. P. Lovecraft

Favourite Games

Pokémon SoulSilver, Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, League of Legends, Amnesia: The Dark Descent

Favourite Gaming Platform

WiiU, Nintendo 3DS, PC

Tools of the Trade

Pencil and Paper; My iPad; Sketchbook Pro

Other Interests

Writing; Drawing; Video Games; Furries

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advancedflea

Oct 26, 2015

Fluffytail!! Happy birthday!

DarkFireYoshi

Oct 25, 2015

You may not remember me, I met you on Omegle probably about 6 or so months ago now. Happy Birthday, man! Hope you get flooded with cool gifts!

Nemononiam

Oct 26, 2014

Happy!
Birthday!
hope you have a good one :D (Big Grin)

thanks for always helping me with my writing, I really appreciate it.
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You are an excellent writer, always keep writing! And posting your writing where I can read it!

MWBlueWolf

Oct 28, 2014

Thanks so much for the birthday wishes! And thank you for all of the feedback you give me on my writing; it really means a lot. <3

advancedflea

Oct 26, 2014

Happy birthday, Man with the floofy tail!

MWBlueWolf

Oct 28, 2014

Heheh, thank you! ^////^

advancedflea

Oct 28, 2014

you're welcome. We October-babies have to stick together because...well we don't but it seems every fucker on the damn planet is either born on valentines day or 9 months after it (October) sooo yeah. I had a point. No idea what it was.

Happy day of birth! <3