#warped
When you disrespected our connection, I took my love in another direction Leaving you lost in your confusion, left you to drown in your delusions I did my best to remain positive, despite you creating a false narrative Trying to make others see your side, while operating from a sense of pride I compromised all of my values, while you left me to be without you planning that in my despair, I'd run to you hoping you still cared You did your best to keep me down, but now you're looking like the clown because of your warped bid for attention you broke us with your selfish intentions
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC
took 3 years for our orbit to weave
such serendipity then you quickly leave
took too long me for to finally see
such negligence, green to brown leaves
took every ounce of me to not bottle it away
such strength it took to continue the day
took too long for me to finally be ok
dangerous, nefarious, warped awareness
welcome back to the grey
Sep 14, 2023
Sep 14, 2023 at 2:40 PM UTC
I was always frightened
hiding from what happened to happen
constantly stressed no come down for the wicked
apprehensive to tenderness
running from abandonment
no rest for the wicked
I was always dodging
insults, punches, and negativity
didn't believe that love would kiss me on the cheek
these hounds, hounds of love are after me
I can’t come out of my warped fantasy
I run and jump; the sea catches me
too afraid to confront what is happening
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 5:26 PM UTC
self discovery,
is a strange path
a winded one
its hard to grasp
and will escape your fingers
at any possible chance it has
why is it that
the true version of yourself
tries so hard to get away
skewed by society
warped by our own reality
perhaps our real selves,
aren't real at all
how do i tell
who is the real me
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:47 AM UTC
the nights devoid of holiness
always seemed
to find itself tangled
with the crestfallen visage
always plastered on mine.
a close acquaintance of mine
would be the moon--
glimmering and illuminating
the regrets and mistakes
emblazoned deeply
onto every fibre of my being.
my dreaded moment has come--
the clock made itself known;
reverberating
through the fragile threshold
i dared to call my home.
once more,
it made me a fool
for believing
i could be liberated
from this labyrinth.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
Pupils gaze into the sun, I am stunned,
Unearth the power of Raa in your eyes,
Revel! As we lay for long hours, sunned
To death in the warm embrace of your fires.
As we wrap our lives around each other's
Souls as stinging nettles cradle soft skin,
Our life embers trickle, rumbles, smothers-
Nothing. Just- blood. Scars, filth under cover.
And you tickle the hair under my chin...
Time swells and the kind universe cradles-
I can't- stomach this ******* orange juice anymore!
I choke on the bits, I told you before,
How many times- and where is that *****
What do you mean- “Lucy has gone before”
Good Lord, where has that ***** gone now. That *****
Cotton wrapped ‘round faithful fairy fables—
Grandad? Is that you? What did you send me for?
This dream bred a silk no spider could weave,
Heavenly nirvana, none could conceive...
You. Child like, notions of freedom. So naive,
Your ****** up little attitude is hard to conceive.
Lucy? Lucy, is that you? -You ***** tease!
I am confused, did you drug me again?-
I shall follow wherever you may lead...
-You’re no better than when you’re on your knees-
Don’t leave me, like a little frightened Fen...
Just ask and I should spend my life on my knees.
My light is yours to – blank –
Tie the rope to the tree and ******* hang.
Lucy must be with Grandad, that’s why I
Can't find them- can't find my love- my bee.
How long until this moment passes by
Lucy, do me the Honour. Marry me.
Lucy?
Lucy.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
Filthy lies
Spread across
Blank canvases
Young minds
Spoiled
Like milk
Left out in the sun
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
My body doesn’t feel like my own
It feels as foreign as the forest
Empty and quiet
Unsure of the way back home
My conscious feels distorted
Warped beyond my belief
Balancing on my frontal lobe
Threatening to fall
My limbs feel like tattered branches
Clinging desperately to the trunk
Only the bark is so thin and frail
That it can barely support even itself
I am not myself anymore
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
Heart skips
like a warped record,
trembles over scarred vinyl
until "I love you"
tastes incomplete:
(I) love you
I (love) you
I love (you).
My Swan Song mewls off key,
cascades across the
marred terrain of my soul
in a thick lacquer of tears.
Notes flatline
in unison with my
waning pulse
(waning, like the face
of the moon on the night
of my eighteenth birthday).
My breath
resigns to static,
dances in slow decrescendos--
sputters its way
towards nothingness,
slipping rapidly from
my consciousness until
I no longer hold
any recollection of the music
(or the poetry).
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
Let’s waste our youth on these mindless games
On these pixelated screens
Warped from reality
All. Of. Us.
Let’s pretend our world doesn’t exist
And when it burns to the ground
We’ll be left standing in the ashes wondering what went wrong
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
The warped woods were unique in there standing,
as when a certain assentation was perceived they
would no longer reach for that unattainable
objective of what was beyond there ambition.
So they would seek in sense the joining of there
aspirations to be more than what was perceived.
When one of such long longevity was to be entangled
with another then a connection was implemented.
In the holds of a veil, only stars shine on the appendages
that wait with leafs of needing of daylights caressing.
But as night slept within that moment a conjunction
of seeding woke upon the dawns yawning.
The aurora swept over the conjoined branches that while
separate were void of happening. Upon the moments
that the rays of sunrise kisses caressed everywhere,
then the destitute became vibrant and what wasn't was.
The Woods were of two root systems, when conjoined
whisper's of the planets echoes where opened and a
footstep was a milestone of miles instead of impressions.
the animals were like children playing upon this system.
Always making sure that when the sun decided it was time
for its rays of life to sleep that they were back at the focal
point. Those not lost were sleeping well, but those that
were eclipsed as night suffocated the land of sight were stranded.
With every motion of the warped woods, each day was a
verity of randomness. But each was cautious of there time
so not to linger in lost solitude, to never taste the air of there
homeland. The woods of everywhere but steps to the unknown.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
Just another photo, with just another frame
Showing pictures of warped memories when time was just a name
Unbound by restrictions, not tied by the cord
That makes you stop and contemplate the risk or the reward
I was happier when I was young,
Oblivious and playing dumb
Forgiving and forgetting little things
That didn't really involve my mum
I never really knew my Dad
And sometimes it still makes me mad
How disconnection affects affection
And how when he left I used to be sad
I'd see my Father step on the plane
And the hollow in my chest just wouldn't fade
Even as young as then I knew he couldn't stay
He had a job to keep food on the plate
And my Mother? Yeah, I used to like her
When I was younger and didn't really know much better
What kind of Mother locks you in your room using a rope?
And shuts you in with nightmares hanging on walls, slightly sloped?
I wonder what it would be like if my parents were still together
If maybe they'd be happy or things would be any better
Never mind, I guess I'm just reflecting on life
And the pointlessness unlike the razor point of a knife
I carved my own skin into a memory of darkness
In times where I was not my best and was so sick of advancing
Through a life that lost it's point, hell, it's edge
I stop and think what it'd be like if depression and I had never met
I lose focus on the better things, they tell you to be positive
But how do you do this when you're conditioned to see the negative?
By a world that never liked you, that disconnected you from kin
And treated like the regular trash you ditch into the bin?
Things never seemed to go my way, so I gave up trying
And this explains why I'd be up late at night, crying
I'd try to sing a lullaby and fall asleep to it
But my voice was so hoarse I could never do it.
People say my life ain't bad, that's because I'm smilin'
Cracking jokes about dope and **** they don't know that I'm hidin'
Behind the face they wanna see, that some have come to hate
Especially a recent ex girlfriend and others as of late
I'd say it was coincidence, but I guess it's just a test
Is man or mother Nature truly, 100% the best?
Push on through this life, I'm doing it so you can too
Don't let people's gossip and ****** opinions get to you
They ain't worth the time, nor the cranial space
They just trash, so move past, it's your own mind to waste
So do it as you will, just be who you want
And don't be a warped picture that reminds you what you've lost
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
roasting asphalt oven
sweat and petroleum pungent
a festival in the truest sense
diversity beyond societal bland
tolerance arches over rainbow
colored heads banging to the beat
the great goddess smiles as we dance
she knows true love when she sees it
sing to the dying sun
draping white shoulders afire
above lahar fields green again
successions of ash and germination
evidence of universal rotation
barren to blessed
sway to the eternal rhythm
bass heartbeat in our chests
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
You know this world is warped
When you have kids singing popular songs about ***
That's all you hear on the radio nowadays
That's what you see devouring us from within
I do not want my daughter growing up in such a plagued state
She will be a woman of change
And my sons will be the beacon of light to carry that trope away
Into a more apposite society
If i even decide to have kids, that is.
But this comes to mind when i think about kids.
Pretty normal, right?
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
"They admire us" a bucktoothed pirate
stinking liquor and wearing clothes unwashed
straight for an year at least, beams
with such ill founded pride;
pirates are called other names
that sound ironically like accolades!
Protective Gods wielding punitive powers too,
on the other hand, did you notice,
are feared like autocratic patriarchs,
and hated secretly for their temper,
a long standing problem, this! a clear case of
warped human imagination, I'd guess
why not God almighty, find some time
to set right this one problem vexing us for so long!
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
Put your head down
and werk.
Put your feet up
and twerk.
Run quickly
and watch the
pavement blur.
Don't ask questions.
Love you answers,
and explanations,
your valuations,
and justifications.
In the mood for pizza?
Cause the shop's on your left.
In 0.5 miles, it will be on your left.
ON YOUR LEFT.
YOUR DESTINATION IS ON THE LEFT.
Rerouting...
the protocol is exactly THIS,
not THAT.
So just do it.
checkmark.
Nike said so.
Just buy it.
we suggest it.
Just try the Quesarilla
#tacobell #mexicanfood #foodporn
#pleasegetmemoreviews
How bout a selfie
where you look miserable
and unhealthy.
But you're a celebrity.
Rub your likeness
on me and
I'll get you publicity.
#fire
#ice
#rain
What happened to real pain?
And did dissonance disappear?
Why must I hide my tears?
And be bright and happy
And ogle guys with fohawks
trimmed so carefully.
And live a lie,
of numbers and rye
bread is the worst,
sandwiched in bursts.
We all live
and we all hurt
and we all deserve
a life like hers.
who you say?
Kim Kardashian,
of course.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC