Wildes Writing

Tim Wildes' Writing Portfolio

  • A Cog

    by Tim Wildes Ripped is my body to shreds as I’m rewarded capital which deem my bitterwork worthwhile. ㅤ That capital who figures my life valuable too renders my vessel unimportant for sake of what it is I have earned. Continue reading

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  • Untitled

    by Tim Wildes 1 Forgive me my trespassed taboos and those sins which I’ve commited. ㅤ 2 Allow me that agency to sin and trespass again. ㅤ 3 For I am no alter, yet you are my priest. ㅤ 4 That humanity which bind us be humane is a breathing contract. ㅤ 5 And should Continue reading

  • A Murder

    by Tim Wildes 30 days and 30 nights, those damnable birds besieged me. ㅤ They shunned me with song unfamiliar to folk ears. ㅤ Beholden to Earthly sorrows, I was no interlocutor; a pitiable audience. ㅤ And in that tumult by His own, fallable hand, I spied a particularity in them fowl. ㅤ A wanton Continue reading

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  • A Hanging

    by Tim Wildes He wakes up that morning in a pool of his own urine. ㅤ Falling up from his bed, he fights off his soiled clothes. ㅤ He notices now the throb in his skull and his body’s reluctance to move. There, naked, he collapses. ㅤ He wakes in the mid-afternoon already exhausted of Continue reading

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  • Manyetik Duvarlar

    Tim Wildes ‎ Çevremizdeki duvarlar beni korkutuyor. ‎ Bu nedenle,  ‎                       peki,     ‎                                peki, sebebini bilmiyorum. Belki ben bir korkağım, belki sen benden her zaman daha cesur musun? ‎ Bizi kuşatıyorlar, sürekli yaklaşarak. ‎ Ama ben kalıyorum, sen de, biz. ‎ Birlikte biriz,        ‎                 değil mi? ‎ ‎ ‎ Korkulacak ne var? Continue reading

  • Ait Olduğum Tanrım

    Tim Wildes ‎ Mükemmel olmak istiyorum,             neden, ama? Mükemmel değilim,             yine de, niçin? ‎ Bu nedenle, sahte ve görünmeyen tanrıma te–        şek–     kür–    edebilirim. ‎ Ô Siz, bir sürü te-        şek-     kür-     üm       var. ‎  Doğrudur, sizin yansımanızda yaratıldım. Aslında, birbirimize biraz benziyoruz. ‎ Çünkü, sizden kendim kadar nefret ediyorum. Continue reading

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  • Hometown Hero

    Tim Wildes I waited; you told me to – you told everyone to. I waited and waited; I saved everything. And now, now everyone is gone. Everything’s changed, and I’m still here, waiting. Continue reading

  • The Homo Sacer

    I’m used to it, the waking up, being watched  and listened to. I’m used to it, I can’t eat anything anymore; I can’t drink; I know what they do to the food and water. I see them looking at me; I walk around, they stare. I sit, they stare. But I’m used to it. I Continue reading

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  • Desire Path

    Tim Wildes By starstruck eyes             who scrape the world’s scape What a pressure is therein             to find position too becolored as great.   Who do I serve then? What breed of awe serves I?   Is there a place now for wonder? Is any dream mine?   Is the best bid of social Continue reading

  • Filled with Disgust

    Tim Wildes I Why must this feeling: of fullness, bloat,   must I feel; So much hatred and fear. Scarcity is not relevant.   Scaredness, however, is my stuffing. II Perception of less because of presence of more. I hate that you could see me this way. III   I hate to fear   seeing Continue reading