#distort
With the blue face of Picasso,
he grabs all the strangely dismembered and distorted deprivations,
pressing them like wild flower stencils onto the canvas before him…
His sausage fingers rolling up his collaged carnage cigar… placing it to his clay mouth -
Looking at the skyscrapers outside his house
“I do this for my paradise country…”
On a dizzy permutation of this ferocious routine; he realises - nothing fits -
“I’m a preacher in my own ****
But the apple is sweeter because of me…
The pear trees are weaker…
And at least we lost their weeping wisdom
and childish victimisation…
remember…
“We make the system - ” art is meat, art is mickey…
And we’ve shrivelled their fruit to display in exhibitions, give to our children; and to flavour our unique trappings of meat certification…
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 6:12 AM UTC
The darker darkness:
All that's there's to be found.
I hark my harness
For you, I'm pleasure-bound.
The darkest darkness;
Of the beyond, I yearn.
I loathe your caress,
You leave me here to burn.
The loneliness consumes me,
I give of you my love.
You treat me as a ******
I never feel at home.
Distorted sorts of beauty:
What our friendships are made of
But because it's my duty
Ignorance goes unknown.
Is nothing wrong?
These friendships are one-sided!
I play along,
I can't seem to fight it...
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
I've been acting,
At your will.
You're at peace,
But I can't still.
I've been feeling
Out of sorts,
My "delusions,"
They distort
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
Business people live silly little lives…
Walking so fast in pleated pants…
Racing around self-imposed mazes…
Will they have anything to say when it’s all over?
Everyday spent “delivering solutions”…
Neutered emotionless existences…
Sitting there with that doe eyed look…
Will they have anything to say when it’s all over?
Driving cars and tolerating personal lives…
Each and every day a pre-defined process…
Anxiety, fear and caffeine distorting brains…
Will they have anything to say when it’s all over?
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
Long-distance relations,
I have a weaker memory,
My physical state is dismal,
Some say that I distorted facts,
That I am some sort of a ******
Some have gotten so scared of me,
Others have just gotten sick of me...
I do not blame others for my state,
As I am lesser than my own shadow,
And in the end, I am alone with myself,
For nobody would want a half-boyfriend.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
ramblings of my craziness ~
its 1 : 28am and am walking in circles in my room with my lights switched off
the thoughts in my head are at light speed hitting me in the reversing direction in the back of my skull
silence finally speaks to me
such is the ambiance right now
cold and coarse outside
my feet are going numb because of this winter night
i can even hear the buzzing sound of nihility
echoing now
its overwhelming feeling all together
the feelings between my lungs are in havoc like a thousand supernovas at mayhem , detonating....
i just don't feel myself right now
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
My
thoughts
are
distorting
my
feelings
someone
say
I'm
dreaming..
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC