#mangled
Permanent are
The memories trapped in a scar
And though a few might fade,
It'd be quicker to count every star
At times I don't notice them
Other times they're another prison bar
Attempts to hide them are made
But mummification seems a step too far
In my day to day they are
All I can see,
Haunting my reality
They've stolen the getaway car
And I'll not make it far
In this mangled avatar
©2024
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC
To be able to talk to
And through
This paper with a pen
Has been
A god send
Not letting me break,
But letting me bend
Allowing me to mend,
Both my mangled heart and broken spirit,
Like a good friend
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Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 2:39 PM UTC
Sometimes when lost in thought
It's a struggle to get back
Bearings don't exist in this mangled plot
Keep jumping off track
Connections gone, surely I've lost a dot
Probably more than that
I was taught too take your shot
I find myself on the attack
Not sure if it was the good fight I fought
Regardless,
I still fell through the crack
The one thing that was not taught
Is what you'll loose if and when you fall flat
©2024
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 6:02 PM UTC
I hang a mangled backdrop
A set prop
To keep from view
That I got
Behind the scenes rot
And there's a lot
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Jun 28, 2024
Jun 28, 2024 at 12:33 PM UTC
The lumber jack, was on his way
home.
Driving through a woodland of
creaking trees.
They found his car, the rooftop
crushed..
gusts of wind blew through
the tree tops...
And the coroner and police officer
shuddered
as
they gazed at each other..
Is it me or does the wind blowing
through the leaves sound like
laughter..
And with that another branch fell
upon the already mangled wreckage..
They had to make sure he was
really felled,
there was no warning.
And as the breeze continued the noise
turned to screams, whistling
around the pair..
Both cars where found later on
the next afternoon..
hundreds of meters from each other with..
Buckled rooftops..
Even there was no wind, the rustling leaves
sounded like far away laughter..
and the group just looked in confusion.
They where outnumbered and didn't even realise it.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
#Feast your eyes upon all the
mangled
twitching
bodies
trapped in the grills of fat and
brown
package
trucks
so far away from the idyllic blades of
green
and
sun
crossing pot-hole asphalted rivers where
alligators
speed
amuck
We all get hurt crossing seemingly
empty
perilous
streets
and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep
machine's
sharp
teeth
are we different from the insects
roaming
on
instinct?
If only you could wiggle your body more to the side
but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide
bully.
At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.#
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Life is so brutal
It mangles the heart
Beaten and bruised
From the very start
In a world fallen
From its original glory
We need to bring Jesus
Back to the story
His voice will heal
And mend your soul
If you give him the time
He can make you whole
Each day is a chance
To let him touch you
If you open your heart
His words will renew
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC