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Absurdity
is as throwing
a fork at a banana,
Giving them nicknames
And a narrative and calling
the event a Funeral, for
every banana that's
Never made it out
Alive o'cafeteria
Sorry I gave
mundane-
twisted              !
a me-                O
aning                B
as my                a
lyfe                   n
ho                     a  
lds                    n
nun                  A Justyn Huang
"Can a heart still break once it stopped beating?"

Can a heart still break?
If it chooses to let go
rather than
get hurt?
Can a heart still break?
If it is half emptied of soul
and
half full of spirit?
Can a heart still break?
If it doesn't understand anything again?
Can a heart still break?
If it is not you then.

Tell me my dear,
Can a heart still break, when it's beat left the music within?

-----
Beyond understanding. What pain gives a heartbreak.
I don't know what to write
Because I'm running out of words.
They used to pour out
cheerful, and euphoric
Then someone turned the dial,
straining my words,
cutting off my flow.
The words twisted and turned
\desperately trying to escape
But in the process
they turned dark and gloomy
losing any joy
they may have previously contained.
Darling, strip it all down for me
Because it is all I want to see
As your clothes keep coming
Off
The steady drumming
Of your heartbeat, I can hear
It from across the room.
You fear
That I will never like your taste
Or smell or the way your waist
Is big, but I really love it all.
You are my real life sized doll
With paradise in between parted
Lips and a valley of uncharted
Naked flesh
Ghost-like touching
Become grabbing and clutching
Strip it down for me I love it all
Trust on the road,
walking by the riverside,
crossed some trees,
and sat on the pile of rocks.

He saw loyalty walking by,
and out of curiosity asked her,
what made you visit this site?
what made you to be here?

Loyalty replied
"no matter how i am crumbled or twisted,
my devotion won't ever wither away,
i came here to soothe my mind and soul,
not to let you alone and ever to troll"

Then the trust gave a smile,
mustered up his courage and said
"I am not fragile.
I lost my way in agitation.
I became a bait to misconception.
i was thinking as a broken trust,
where i should have followed Satisfaction."
Sssssssssss Sep 2
Tie me up in knots,
String me from your ceiling.  
Your touch is the only thing
I look forward to feeling.
Danneli Aug 25
You see, this world is twisted fair
A knotted and entangled stage
We slit the throats of them who dare
Put our minds in a broken cage

All is quiet, can't you hear?
Their words have fallen out
Rotted by their lies, and ears
Truth never hangs about

Take a look round this gallant town
That revels in an ideal good
It helps the poor and broken down
At least, that's what I'd understood

Those gathered people standing close
Are blood-bred but estranged their own
A closeness is what matters most
But assumption into minds they've sewn

Sometimes a tale should stay a tale
A heart shant be unlocked till dawn
Take your place in the waiting gale
Can't be the one you never saw.
Been on my mind lately.
Today my brain is twisted
thoughts are misted
I want to write of the beauty that is
The beauty that I miss
The knowing that I crave
the one that would save
me from agony
and a life empty
of hope and filled with recollection
of needs and attraction
for something simple and true
like a tree that is green under a sky so blue
My ears are filled
My glass is chilled
My glass heart might break
if you try to take
part in my endeavor
to see lifes tangled parts clearer
But I'm okay with that
I'm ready to bet
My heart against another
let's smother
the pain we felt
and how we dealt
with lovelessness
I'll gladly confess
before you I'm bare
and I'd dare

again, and again, and again...
April Aug 9
The truth ripples,
wavers,
distorts.
Bowed and twisted by so many
Silver tongues.

Twisted is the glass we see though
Cloudy and hidden by turns
Trapping us in blissful ignorance.

Ignorance is not bliss
When you long for a truth
That no one wants to find.
They are blissful in their ignorance
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