#distortion
Wind-washed petals
Star of Bethlehem
Straying in the current
until
The edges fray
Fold in on themselves and become something unintended
Crimson prisms
Intimate prisons of light
Each petal violently different than the last
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:29 AM UTC
GET ME OUT
OF THIS
HOUSE OF MIRRORS,
The FEAR,
the TRAUMA,
DISTORTION, AND
the TERROR,
SELF-DECEPTION,
EXTERNAL
MANIPULATION,
It's got
ME ALL TWISTED,
Just FULL
OF CONFUSION,
Trying to FIND
the RIGHT PATH,
PHSYCISLLY,
this is all
an ILLUSION!!!,
I can't seem
to make it,
Got me
SEEING DELUSIONS,
NOW PULL
YOURSELF TOGETHER!!!
About to
SCREAM and SHOUT!!!
It feels like
I have been
stuck in
here forever
Just trying to
Figure a way out, but
wait there is hope,
I may have
found the solution,
but I am starting
to have doubts,
Just slowly
take my time
and bring
this PSYCHOTIC
MAZE OF MIRRORS
TO A RESOLUTION!!!!
B.R.
Date: 11/12/2025
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 3:55 PM UTC
From the air, the large
weir looks thin and brittle, like --
the shell of an egg.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
a mirror is by nature
distortion of perception
water bucket moon
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 9:46 PM UTC
Collective breath catches in the stalls,
slumber fails to take its place in time.
A fall from place to chaos
leaves all the world wanting for a reason;
for direction in the midst of this waning
of the reigning control of the conductor.
Such a careful composition,
to hold a position to be one of them.
And yet, mere moments gather a chorus;
a cacophony of freedom
of being
to crack away the chaining,
the tiniest twinkle of the cage door a jar -
such liberty.
And the fight waits in the wings.
But oh this fluid reality,
a magnificent rainbow,
a glistening roaring waterfall
a melody sung sweet of its own accord.
The conductor listens
and breath catches in the stalls.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
I've melted between the cracks of time.
Lost and found, dead and prime.
A ghost, a man. My fractured twin.
Collapsing as the light steps in.
I am only real when I can be seen,
Existing as nothing in moments between.
An echo that’s held in quantum breath.
Inevitable, superposed, ego death.
In the quantum rift, I’m free yet bound.
I'm dead but prime, lost and found.
Through a quantum fate, I twist and bend.
Observed, I mend just to break down again.
A visible ghost of a once kneeling king.
In the moment I was seen, I had lost everything.
Outside of perception, I exist in-between.
Fluctuating from the seen into the unseen.
Through one slit I'll grow. The other, decay.
But I am all. In all ways. The blood in my own veins.
Observe me as I am—I expand to retract,
Observing creates realities and I'm never looking back
Do you even truly know? Which "Me" is the true?
The matter that you saw, Or the energy you knew?
I'm an infinite soul, in quantum’s eternal high,
Reduced to a dream, in the gaze of your eye.
© Derek 'Abraxas'
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
Blank faces in the midst of beautiful sounds,
A thousand unread emails, eyeballs glued to the screen,
A pirouette daze, ghosting on fleck,
Giving it that bespoke hipster cred,
Entangled, encrypted, salty speech,
I cry to my social feed, a more vapid abyss,
A mirror profoundly remiss in its connection to this,
I'm hearing only myself tearing through a mist,
No heart, no conscience,
Just rage feeding, hashtags and memory lags,
An afterimage mangled by algorithms.
A fractured life sold in parts,
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
Click your heels, darling—
red as fresh-spilled secrets,
lacquered in the longing
of a girl caught between worlds.
The shoes gleam under studio lights,
a crimson promise, a whispered lie.
Tread lightly—the yellow bricks burn,
hot as stage-lamp sunbursts.
Magic is a contract signed in dust—
not fairy dust, but the kind that coats lungs,
turns breath to wheezing lullabies,
fills dreams with silver-flecked scars.
The witch shrieks, fire swallows her whole—
the flames don’t wait for cut.
She vanishes, but the burns stay,
seeping beneath the green of her skin.
The Tin Man rattles, hollow but breathing,
lungs stiff with powdered metal.
His tears are made of oil now,
his smile a polished afterthought.
Toto limps off set, paw trembling—
no curtain call for the crushed.
The monkeys drop like fallen stars,
wires snapping mid-flight.
And Judy—oh, Judy—
her laughter is stitched together,
a patchwork of amphetamines and exhaustion,
eyes wide as if searching for Kansas
but only finding the next scene.
Still, the shoes sparkle.
Still, they tell you to click.
Because every girl wants to go home—
even when home is a fairytale
built on broken bones.
Click, click—
but the magic is only real if you believe.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
The amethyst of her eyes writhed with maggots, laden in bile,
Spilling from the crystal in macerating clumps, thick and vile.
Squelching across her pupils, clouding her sclarea, they thrashed vehemently,
Glazing her cherubic face in the pulsing sludge of larvae beneath a peach tree.
The creatures tore apart her pores, crawling out, parasites moulding her skin,
Leaving a mottled rot gilding her features in divine black sin.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 7:03 AM UTC
The little cottage
transforms me when I enter --
into a giant.
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 3:59 AM UTC
From the lonely side of the window
I watch you go
Your image distorted by the heavy rain
Or is that a downpour of liquid pain?
Either way and regardless you fade away
But I don't want to look away
Not interested in picking up the pieces this time
Back in this pit, I don't have it in me to climb
So familiar with heartache and heart break
I start to think that this love shiit is fake
It's okay, I feel right at home with painfully numb
My mistake was the lie I told myself,
That this day would never come
©2024
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 1:04 PM UTC
In dreams, I’m where the music plays.
I’m listening to the laughter, like it’s in another room.
My drink is dark, bitter and oaky tasting
and the peanuts taste like soap.
There aren’t any napkins.
Others are lines of light and shadow.
I feel an anxiety that I gnaw on,
like a dog works a bone.
My dream’s conflating memories.
Suddenly Lisa’s there,
she comes up from behind,
“Aww, your tag is sticking out,” she says
but before she can fix it,
I hear tower bells ringing.
It’s my alarm.
Jan 24, 2024
Jan 24, 2024 at 5:35 PM UTC
standing pin with military tension
a dead suit
torted stance in the mirror solvent
commandeering a flect stare
more punish than my double could lance me
- salute
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 10:04 AM UTC
The truth
can never
be perceived
when looking
through the lens
of fear
Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 5:25 PM UTC
Hidden thoughts, better unheard
Sometimes happy , sometimes disturbed
A silent world, confusion, distortion
At times peaceful, clear solution
Thousand thoughts, profound world
Crazy mind, unbalanced, disturbed
Erupting emotions, uncertain and lost
Staying balanced is what it needs most
A monster so scary, shut eye, go numb
A friend so daring, heart beats like a drum
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 5:36 AM UTC
Days go by
Silently and swift,
No-one asks why
They became one.
As the clouds merged
Under the beating sun.
Why fight it?
Damage the soul
And wound the spirit?
Let the days go,
And blend together.
Ending that happy glow.
The darkness comes
Calling once more,
As everything numbs.
It feels unsteady
To rise alone.
I promise you're ready.
The beating you hear,
Shocks you at first
It's foreign to the ear.
Feel its essence
Let it remind you
Of your existence.
How beautiful it is,
Unique and bright,
A wonderful oasis.
That no-one can take,
Distort or damage,
Bend nor break.
Listen to your heart,
It beats for you.
To set you apart.
Rise up dear one
The world awaits,
Your time has begun.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
s t r e t c h i n g
long corrrrrridors
__ache with those
who once__
w
a
T l
H k
E e
M d
_can you hear their echoes coming back?_
from so F A R away
and
_d
o
w
n_
these mirrored halls?
that __distorted__ the truth
and their reality?
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
I picked up my pen,
I took my notebook and just then,
All my thoughts are gone..
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
Easter is
in Charlotte
again with
hemp in
their lots
the petrified
scars' cry
and lawyers
will hold
them recondite
till the
pandemic has
closed their
schools hitherto
the government
is another
peltry year
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
You chase your dreams
While I run far away from mine
I drag myself along by the neck to a state of delirium
Where all I can remember is the jolt from my subconscious if I start to slip into sleep
Dreams I cannot wake myself from lurk in the corners
Where foreign hands curse my skin again
And I scream myself raw.
Begging for help that never comes
Lost in the distortion of dreams.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
I've been sent to prism
For minor refractions
My days of frequent violets
Are now in the past
As the light in me
Is slowly emerging
Tomorrow I'll open my eyes
And find correction of vision
Mingled with distorted spectrum
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
This is the second day of discourse
And I'm still feeling worn
My heart is torn, crying tears
That mirror melting paintings
And feet withering away
On paths they tread on
My eyes are closing
Only to dream of nightmares
And these words unspoken
Are all but ideas now
That have left their
Stations of innovation
Further to fade in my mind
And further to drift apart
From my creation.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
Warm like the sunset.
Brisk as November.
I lie between your thighs with meaningful intent.
Orange and yellow phospherence fills my space after you have left.
Dense air fills the area.
Smoke infiltrates my lungs
inhaling the poison, I become addicted.
The aura grows demented.
Brown and yellow.
Orange and green.
The haze is to be seen as if in a childhood dream.
Something quite familiar,
but nothing like I've ever seen.
Distillation of my soul.
What has once been lost,
is now sure to be found.
Distortion of the mind dominates the spirit.
The heart inevitably beats pure, white, innocence.
I'll judge myself more frequently than anyone else.
Passion explicitly rests in the mind.
My desires are a gift to me.
The sun setting will always be free.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC