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Twisted Poet Mar 4
one time he and i were sitting in bed and i said "where do you feel stuff?" and he said "what do you mean" and i said, "here is anxiety" and pointed to my bottom left rib where the spiders start. he pointed to his throat. "it's here for me."
i keep anger in my breastbone, he holds it in his hands. i feel sadness on my shoulders, he feels it in his lungs.
Mar 3 · 184
Born different
Twisted Poet Mar 3
I wanted to be born as a star
but someone had a different idea.

That's how I ended up as a street lamp. I die too soon and flicker too much. But yesterday I saw a moth trying to kiss me. It almost burned her.
I have heard stars do not get this luxury.
Mar 3 · 166
He never missed me
Twisted Poet Mar 3
if you want to learn
what someone fears losing,
watch what they photograph.
- that explains why he never took pictures of me
Mar 3 · 127
trying to forget
Twisted Poet Mar 3
***** burns my throat
but your name hurts my head
so i would rather black out with a hangover
then stare blankly at my hands
trying to forget what its like to touch you.
Mar 3 · 221
Blue eyes
Twisted Poet Mar 3
[people generally think blue eyes are pretty, but his were not.
they were not cornflower, sky, baby, indigo, azure. his were iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death.]
Mar 3 · 108
Blood stained teeth
Twisted Poet Mar 3
I'm sorry about the blood in your mouth
i wish it was mine
Mar 3 · 87
differences
Twisted Poet Mar 3
i am
         craving something unholy
i said
unholy, not
blasphemous
                                          drink the blood
                                                       of a god
i always
get those two confused
Mar 3 · 77
siren
Twisted Poet Mar 3
let me tell you a story of remembrance. it's made of green glass shards, crushed beer cans, men's thick bones scraped clean. life ain't like the sea. she's her own god. i should know- I'm one of her angels.

2. let me sing you a lullaby about salt. how my mother left my body to the waves. how i learned to swim instead of drown. it's not a sad song, don't you weep like that. it's a good lullaby, a lullaby born of survival, and if you follow me i'll sing you the rest.

3. let me tell you what i am: scales and gills and smiles made of sharp teeth, sharp teeth, sharp teeth.
Mar 3 · 86
Golden apple
Twisted Poet Mar 3
Your lips are bruised
from the apple you bit into,
and my heart is empty
from leaving the garden.
But your sin is mine too.

It was written in the stars.
Who can explain this dream
that fades soon after waking?
Truth becomes tainted in time.
so let's live in loveful doubt.

Did you know I thought
of eating the apple first,
just to spare you from wrath?
I knew and did nothing,
so let me carry your guilt.
Mar 3 · 405
Not Adam and Eve
Twisted Poet Mar 3
we were created for each other
truly
not Adam and Eve
but Adam and Lilith

i was not created
from your rib
i was not created
to appease
your toxic masculinity

i was created
from the same clay
as you

equals
in the eyes of god
Feb 28 · 67
Changing
Twisted Poet Feb 28
the hero who fought long enough to become the victim
the victim who was wronged long enough to become the monster
Feb 28 · 119
heartbreak
Twisted Poet Feb 28
i wont glorify or romanticize heartbreak
for me it was a kind of death
and i was forced to keep on living
Feb 28 · 150
power
Twisted Poet Feb 28
the feeling of powerlessness
that turns good men
cruel

-you know the oldest lie in history? is that power can be innocent
Feb 28 · 112
Brothers
Twisted Poet Feb 28
This is a story about two boys
The taller one has a gun tucked into his waistband
And thinks the bullets are meant for him
The older one has a record player in his head
He sings along to the same five songs
They know each other
Down to the color of blood
And the sound of bones breaking
But they are strangers
The one with the gun keeps forgetting the words
And the boy with the music Won't let him shoot
Feb 28 · 156
Cheating death
Twisted Poet Feb 28
To be born
your body made a pact with death
And from that moment all it tries to do is cheat
Feb 28 · 85
Learning
Twisted Poet Feb 28
A boy who shouldn't be alive
Who couldn't be his own person
Learning how to breath without permission
And live without hurting
Feb 28 · 147
Slow death
Twisted Poet Feb 28
The moon hangs over the earth
A dead thing
Over a dying thing
Feb 26 · 104
Its to loud
Twisted Poet Feb 26
most days my demons are silent
but when they talk
oh god
How they scream
Feb 26 · 93
his story
Twisted Poet Feb 26
the saddest thing about this story
he never had a .....
happy begging
happy middle
or happy end
Feb 26 · 64
Fight
Twisted Poet Feb 26
don't be what they made you
you fought to hard
to ******* hard
Feb 26 · 81
to sharp teeth
Twisted Poet Feb 26
I'm the monster
parents tell there children about it
Feb 26 · 86
Almost
Twisted Poet Feb 26
The saddest word in the whole wide world is the word almost
He was almost in love
He was almost good enough for him
He almost stopped him
He almost waited
He almost lived
They almost made it
Feb 26 · 86
so much more
Twisted Poet Feb 26
you are so much more
then your fathers son
you are so much more
than the wars you have won
Feb 26 · 86
History
Twisted Poet Feb 26
history remembers victory
but the victory forget the lost
Feb 26 · 77
It wont go away
Twisted Poet Feb 26
I'm feeling tired again
the kind of tired
sleep can't fix
Feb 26 · 89
Not for me
Twisted Poet Feb 26
if you think this is a happy ending
you haven't been paying attention
-happy ending aren't given to people like me love
Feb 26 · 119
Im the muse
Twisted Poet Feb 26
they call you useless
and paint bruises on your sides.
you nod and stay silent
Feb 26 · 83
The real hero's died
Twisted Poet Feb 26
but then they call you hero
and you sigh and shake your head
Feb 26 · 104
War hero
Twisted Poet Feb 26
they call you a patriot
and brand death between yours brows.
you smile and sing for them.
Feb 26 · 98
the world ends
Twisted Poet Feb 26
this is how it ends....
not with a bang
but a whimper,
and the ringing of cruel cruel laughter.
Twisted Poet Feb 26
you carry your fathers hand me down rage
its two sizes to big
and everyone can see it doesn't fit you
Feb 26 · 63
puppet
Twisted Poet Feb 26
"what did they do?"
"nothing good his puppets were not supposed to live after the war"
Feb 26 · 103
I bite
Twisted Poet Feb 26
A dog that weeps after it kills
is no better than a dog that doesn't

my guilt will not purify me
Feb 26 · 701
my love
Twisted Poet Feb 26
i think you deserve a soft epilogue,
my love.
you are a good person
and  you've suffered enough.
Feb 26 · 68
Tragedy's in our blood
Twisted Poet Feb 26
you love each other
you really do
but here's the tragedy
its not enough
Feb 26 · 79
Eve
Twisted Poet Feb 26
Eve
He was bored so you created me.

It was painful for both of us,
When you clawed at his ribs
Searching.
Your fingernails tearing out the calcium in his bones.

And his bones became my muscles,
And the muscles became my skin,

And i was naked,
and he and you were pleased.

He and i were on ambivalent terms,
But we knew we were there because you
Wanted us to be.
And we knew that was why
The fruit and animals existed;
And these were good things, we
Enjoyed them.

Later I'd blame the snake.
He reeked of knowledge;
I was interested,
I didn't know they'd use my story as an excuse
To pound curiosity out of woman.

I ate the apple
Its juice dribbled down my chin,

I realised things.

He ate the apple too; you were angry at us.
And i committed the original sin.
I realised that even though you had made the world
And me as a plaything,

My body would be a vessel for a new species.
And they would take
This earth from you.
Feb 25 · 88
A LIST FOR Rebels
Twisted Poet Feb 25
teeth bared in defiance / a match lit, a match dropped / hands clenched into fists / words tearing down walls / jaws turning from loose to tight/ a knowledge that there has to be more / cricked fingers hanging from holes in fences/ kicking up sand / a shirt that reveals a bony collarbone / a low-hanging light jacket / long shadows cast by a long flames / strained abstract chains bound to wrists / a scattering over the night sky falling to earth / boundaryless blue over faded white / paths run into the earth / a dented green dance / a hole torn into metal / twisted rusted wires / a sandy red yard / window bars casting shadows / a broken wooden crate / footprints pressed into cement/ shattered window/ a cloud of sand
Twisted Poet Feb 25
'You're a heap of flesh and guts and blood in a wax museum.
The only thing real. Sickeningly real.
Crimson and warm where the others are pale and cold. Revoltingly red, nauseatingly alive.
You're a child in a graveyard.
Feb 25 · 118
Guess im a little broken
Twisted Poet Feb 25
i. I wasn't always a house on fire, but I've always been full of light.

ii. Constellations get named after either heroes or griefs. Wild heroes. Wild griefs. The outpour of emotions within me is ancient, bronze-tipped, earth-changing.

iii. Someday I will return to the salt and the sea. Someday to the sun.
Feb 25 · 150
He loves me to much
Twisted Poet Feb 25
i. there is old blood crusting under your nails like rusting metal and you don't know if it is yours or someone else's but he looks at you like you are something holy and you forget about the sins crawling in your bones.

ii. he finds you in an overflowing bathtub - head between your knees, nails carving ****** moons into your skin; later you tell him yes, sometimes shower water against porcelain sounds like gunshots raining on your skin.

iii. your name is a whispered prayer that spills from his mouth and he repeats it over and over like a mantra; he breathes words you recognise from a dream and they condense in the frosty air between his lips and yours.

iv. he tells you that your bruises look like galaxies and holds you like the world has cheated him of you for far too long. tonight, you run out of names before he runs out of kisses.

v. hazy-gold sunlight sieves through the moth-eaten curtains and frames his face and you can't stop holding his cheeks in your palms because he is here, he is here, he is here, and you've long grown tired of wondering why he hasn't left yet.
Feb 25 · 215
Freedom
Twisted Poet Feb 25
Its simple
freedom is a length of rope
god want you to hang yourself with it
- is it really freedom
Feb 25 · 91
consequences?
Twisted Poet Feb 25
"What does the sentence "If you eat this fruit you will die" mean for Eve who is in a place where there is no death?"
Feb 25 · 84
Blood soaked wings
Twisted Poet Feb 25
Did you ever notice how in the Bible,
when ever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing,
he sent an angel?
Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like?
A whole existence spent praising your God,
but always with one wing dipped in blood.

- Would you ever really want to see an angel?
Feb 20 · 80
HELP
Twisted Poet Feb 20
but
i
can't
breath
without
you
there
Feb 20 · 79
godhood
Twisted Poet Feb 20
why should god care
about the blood you have spilled
they bleed golden ichor
us ... us...
ours is rusting, slow rotting iron
Feb 20 · 153
Metal birds
Twisted Poet Feb 20
in order to write poetry that doesn't spiral into despair
i must listen to the birds
and in order to listen to the birds
the war planes must be silent
Twisted Poet Feb 20
i wish i wrote the way i thought.
obsessively,
uncontrollably,
with maddening hunger,
id write to the point of drowning
id write myself into mental breakdowns    
pages spiralling out like tentacles into the abyss
and id write about you
more then i should
Feb 20 · 63
phoenix
Twisted Poet Feb 20
yes,
you will rise from the ashes
but burning comes first

for this part,
darling,
you must be brave
Feb 4 · 113
Boy of war
Twisted Poet Feb 4
young, corrupted by tragedies of war and exile
alone in spite of himself
boy made of ash and a honey soaked dawn
rust on his hands, in his throat, in his lungs
bright-eyed, rough edges, scraped raw and twisted with time
where is his soft epilogue?
Feb 4 · 82
You don't scare me
Twisted Poet Feb 4
"That's so cute. You think you're scary.
But mister, I've seen scary-
and you ain't got his smile."
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