"deforming" poems
Some time you feel as if you're lost in space
Where you can not feel your weight or control your pace
Strong emotion rushes through you...a fervor of a certain state
For once you believe in something...deforming it, is your fate
For u dissect the rules to make them your own regulations
And u manipulate the semantics of the words to empty your frustration
A man is not put in cages...unless he himself have carved and built the bars
One can not leave an impact on you...unless you admit the scars
I think; therefor i am...they say...everybody thinks...but not everybody is
I write this note in a dark unworthy mind a poem of great amiss
I do not say this with a heavy heart...but my image is quite clear
Being scared of something is impossible...unless we emancipate the fear
But if impossible is possible...than everything is potentially right
And i would never argue with you on this point for i don't know how to hold up a fight
Stop whatever we are doing for we are digging our own graves of regret
Repent on your sins weather you believe in God or in humanistic respect
A poem of thoughts, feelings, and grand reflection
For if you don't have empathy you have affection
You love your self and we love you gone...we sure do
With all your suites,fake propaganda and formalities, ow how i wish the sky above us was blue
It is blue in color, but not blue in mind
It is true inside; but truth is hard to find
BELIEVE THAT THE SKY IS REAL? BELIEFS ARE LEFT BEHIND...
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
renegade memories
relentless effrontery
rogue fractured intruders
a formulable formidable aside inside
man is a modified monkey
a jackdaw in peacock's feathers
contradictions, the multiplicity that is a unity
a patchwork of odds and ends
snips and snails
dreams and delusions
hopes and fears
a mystifying knot of phantasmagoric disquietude
agape in a stupefied bewilderment
as an autistic child swept up in minutiae
inscrutable incongruities
melange of matters beyond explanations
maundering machinates
necessary inventions repeating and reforming
sheltering some aspect of the mind's deforming
'reaction formations' sotto voce instructs the analyst
defending emotions at the personalities bequest
merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream
psychotherapy is no mere scheme
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
Sun stained eyes
Salt textured skin
Mouth breathes in the ocean air
Nose tastes the sea-gulls shrieks
He seeks
Ocean speaks
One gives
The other takes
And both make
A balanced happiness
Sea-gull's wings glide
Mirrored by the ocean's tides
Through the folds of wind
That causes ripples and constant change
Here, there, and everywhere
Salt liquid waves
Blue stained waters
Always moving
Always changing face
Detaching shells from the sand floor
And deforming the crusted and colorful reefs
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
A fine kid raised
in the thoughts of everybody around
applying to the norm
forged in wise conformity
Body and soul
resonating
by the coldness spoken
with your heart-warming voice
Creation abandoning
words become worlds
deforming reality
inside and outside your mind
Do as you please, fine kid
'cause justified your actions are
within the peace of your heart
and the ignorance in your soul
Education as weapon
in a war behind your eyes
freedom achieved
by awakening yourself
Fighting prohibited
fleeing futile
as truth lies when lies come true
will you transcend?
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
Between day and night, choose fight or flight, hide out of sight, shield from the light.
Cocooned in our beds, words trapped in our heads, a poets mind is forming, ideas begin their swarming.
Not conforming
Lines deforming
Minds contorting
Rhymes consorting.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
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I had the Glory—that will do—
An Honor, Thought can turn her to
When lesser Fames invite—
With one long “Nay”—
Bliss’ early shape
Deforming—Dwindling—Gulfing up—
Time’s possibility.
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Rampant, bold uncertainty; at times it grows unchecked.
A fearful twinge too often spreads, surpassing all holds kept.
The bars affixed to life you've grasped, once linear and true
Now seem to veer so far from straight, away from all you knew.
What's to do when what you dreamed distorts and changes shape?
Nightmares born from vivid roads bisecting checkpoint's gate.
Stages sought now can't be reached, but detours linger there.
Sadly pointing, often though toward distant, lone despair.
Reluctantly, an awkward press results from giving in.
Ignorance, or lack of choice compels minds to begin.
Unwanted course, embarked upon, bears pressing weight, deforming.
Contorting souls which once had known the warmth of 'morrow's morning.
Expected glare from dawn's first light was ne'er a surprise.
Hated trials through distant lands create some darkened skies.
Reactions learned are useless then, accustomed as you are.
Anticipated outcomes are like flies within a jar.
Choked free of air, they surely die, but more then take their place.
It's these replacements, newly born, one tries to hold with grace.
Seeping through the cracks in hands that have no strength to hold.
Should you have used that jar at all? Why has this life grown cold?
Perhaps a high regard was due to that you took for granted.
Or maybe something just turned up, and shook the feet you'd planted.
Regardless, here you stand unsure, so lonesome is this fight.
Who's to know? What's now to come? Just tell me. Is this right?
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 6:59 AM UTC
When we enter this reality
Through the uncalled memory
Of our birth,
Crying with nonsense
To newly unveil senses.
The doctor readying his slap
To insure
You’re aware of the world.
The initial daybreak
Grasps with instinct
From the stem
Of our brain,
But we develop
Further in life learning
To walk, talk,
And even further
To tuck in that dress shirt,
All in all learning
The basic facets of living;
Only to further learn
That we cannot know everything
Undefined definite definition
A plotting knot of resolved fiction,
Dualities, influences, susceptibilities,
Insecurities, indecencies, and tendencies
In us all for us to see
And choose not to be.
The card game
Of social exposition
And inquisition
Learning to understand our face
And the people that we trace,
Forming, deforming, uniform
Difficulties
We stumble,
To return standing;
Challenges in holding hands
Returning affections, and mental afflictions
Gaining understanding
That we are being human beings
Refractive in and Reflective at seeing
Birth parallels death
No choice, versed vice
Falling and stumbling sadly
Last moments
Of our lives, begin
Talking gibberish,
Eating mush,
Having no memory
What happened yesterday?
While you lay in your crib
Asleep to a reality
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 12:16 PM UTC
The azaleas came early this year,
flashing pink in the spring
against their own unruly green.
My dog pants heavily, bounding
across the yard, chasing his
shadow from the azaleas to
the Japanese Maple and back.
Tired, finally, he scratches his
back against the bush, scraping
against the limbs, deforming the
bush, shaking the blooms down.
I yell at him to stop but he ignores me.
He is young. He knows only the joy
of the moment, the scratching of that
itch. If only he could understand that
their beauty is frail and annual...
I want to tell him, but I don't
speak dog and he doesn't listen
anyway, so I lure him inside with
a treat and leave the blossoms
until next year.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Insomnia is an insidious thing.
It creeps into your mind,
twisting and curling crooked fingers around dark branches of the brain
altering, deforming your thoughts
its such a simple thing! Sleep is only but essential!
yet it haunts you every night
only to wake up again into the exact same nightmare.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
Along the grass,beneath the sky
The draconic sun vitrified
The lover figurines.
Flattening them
Adjacent to the surface,
Skin blent in crackly tessellation,
Deforming to fit the sphere,adhering to it's
Wondrous silence.
Frail limbs minute,heart's heavy as whole islands.
Is it not love embodied to lay defined as an image?
To be held as shatterless glass,reflecting it's deity's melting
In progress, 'neath the star that impelled a shelter,
The star that paved their meeting,that overlooked
Their life and death in a predetermined stasis,
The divinity that shimmered underfoot at all times,
The star that held all places of the earth in one.
The figurine lovers, faceless mannikinis
Sentenced to worship forever without a choice,
For prior love, for prior sins,
It matters not--they rot and twist as the Sun's play-dice.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
Trying to escape from the ghosts of the present
Counting every moment as the wrinkles deepen
Looking towards a land undiscovered
Wishing for a movement of the land masses
The air stands still yet the leaves flutter due to a force unseen
Staring into headlights hoping to wash away these monochromes
Windows that look into a world made of ash and trees
Crumbling into a state of acceptance as the bricks stack themselves
Thinking of faces etched into memory with no names
Facts amuse as fiction intrigues
Solid shapes deforming into energy as speed falls into time and distance is but an illusion
Boundaries keeping some in and some out, and the sense of touch is all but lost
Words flowing into an empty canvas through tongues unspoken
As these lines blur into an essence of raw emotion
Through well lit passageways lined with charming smiles hiding the fears that If faced would turn back time
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 8:37 AM UTC
-- 1 --
He has a need to expend his seed: it is a never-ending endeavour, the smack of wood against leather. In the hot rush to consummate his love he must burn a more energy-rich depravity -- must look for a certain seriousness, a gravity. Right now he is past the ****** and the ‘hos’, “just girls,” he says, “just girls pretending to be women pretending to be ***** and he wants to see real girls naked and ashamed and cutting themselves for money. He gets off on the very idea of people deforming themselves for his pleasure.
-- 2 --
Here he is, being driven by his car. At each corner he sees girls huddled together, sharing warmth. Their lips are locked in thin lines of glamour and they swap his salty substances without even the slightest tremor of desire. At their waists they hold daggers, levelled at each other’s bellies. All the better to cut out the cancer of pregnancy.
-- 3 --
His vices have turned to hate. So equanimous before, so confidential with his needs: now he does not just implore his occasional dates with the soft sad pressure of his bulging eyes; now he asks direct. “Dance for me,” he says, in the privacy of his own filth. “No, sexier,” he exhorts, imagining the first ****** excitations caused by an unspeakably illegal piece of ******** He blames them for having bodies that do this to him. He blames them.
-- 4 --
He blames them.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
*Like a snowflake, melting
In the depth of warm hands
Evapourating back into eternity
So brittle, silky, mystic
Is our love.
Catching every spark of fireball.
Flames burn the heart badly
Scars, last for many decades
Deforming and taking a new figure
Never completely forgotten.
Dripping into eternity.
Smashing the time
And collecting the seconds.*
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
Computer screen pulsating
With a blue feeling of vulnerability.
There is a death in the hours wasted
Cast in the trashbin outside existence.
The soon to be lost addresses you
From afar like an old childhood friend.
Computer screen claiming
To know where’s your place of belonging,
An alienation parasite feeds on
The frontal lobes of your brain.
The soon to be lost is sweet and loving
Prepares for you shelters from life.
Computer screen deforming features
Claiming to know, to care deeply
Unloading promises, nurturing futures,
A basic means against routine and apathy.
The soon to be lost is aggressive,
Fighting is futile!
Computer screen derailing
The sight into a state of numbness.
Simple! Easy! Fast! It’s done!
Efficiency by the bucket-load.
The soon to be lost is scary,
Corroding from within all possibilities.
Computer screen misleading eyes
With a bleak mist of wonder
Only the oracles can keep asking questions
Or googling answers.
The soon to be lost, a warning
The internal walls – collapsing.
Computer screen, devastating
Disease for the billions to come
No survivors permitted! A crisis’ peak!
Men hung themselves to find peace.
The soon to be lost is weird and tactless.
Are you burning?
If your brain’s not on fire
You’re not burning enough.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
Power of speech
I stop squeezing my mind
For what happened to me
Since I scavenged
uninterrupted
For my philosophical stone
In a deforming mirror
I had to look forward to cracking
Any astrological luck left
On my shoulders
Stretching me to the limit
Of defying gravity
while leaving behind
A convoy of scattered stars.
What if I could make gold with gold
Think like Leonardo Da Vinci
Write a computer code
like Tim Berners-Lee?...
Altogether
I wasn't trying to square the circle
Nor invent my own immaculate conception.
All I wanted to accomplish is
To speak and be heard.
A wall between walls whispers
To the darkness
That my saddlebag of hopes
Has been lost regretfully
Last autumn
in the stream of an unsuspected wind.
Let's get this clear
Once and for all
I may not have any hope to talk about,
Don't expect me to shut up
until I die with my mouth full of words.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:07 AM UTC
The remaining of your lifeless body
Were some vivid images printed on my eyelids
some distorted memory tapes deforming in my brain
That night was a nightmare
I never woke up from
Every morning i still pinch myself
I bite my thumb
hoping the night is never too firm
hoping the morning comes
It's Killing me how
I'm starting to forget your face
Your glasses resting over your peaceful gaze
Your smile and innocent laugh brining life grace
I miss you and my annoying chats
I miss us playing with stray cats
I wish we wore your 20th birthday's hats
I miss such a young pure soul
I miss you as a whole
And i don't forgive the world for taking you
I don't forgive myself for every second not filling my eyes with you
Before you flew into the void of blue
I wish i said my goodbyes
Before it was too late
Before i knew that that night
such angel dies
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 6:58 PM UTC
To run into another temple
In hopes of a swift escape
Is desperation at best
Circular atrophy it is
Deforming and decaying
Albeit forever persistent
Mankind may always ask
Forgetting to listen
It is then, when
The circle will reform
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
He is a shattered mirror,
with no purpose.
His jagged edges let the world know
that he is trouble,
and trouble shows no mercy.
He lies to me,
but he doesn't care.
His only purpose is to mock,
making me doubt the things I have.
His reflected surface forces me
to disfavor myself,
wishing that I were someone different.
His cracked images twist me,
deforming who I truly am.
I attempt to look beyond his flaws,
but I am engrossed in his disturbed memories,
studying every reasoned blemish,
trying to distinguish the cause.
After learning his history,
I know his distressed faults.
Every scratch an untold story.
Every crack an unread book.
When you look closely,
you start to see the unintended beauty.
When the light shines on him,
his brilliance illuminates.
Every flaw is now radiant,
bursting with flourished creations.
His dark side is masked behind allurement,
astonishing me.
But the light soon fades,
leaving behind the same him I've always known.
His beauty is gone,
leaving him shattered like before.
He attempts to change me again,
but I walk away.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
The selfish life is killing me
Petty
Minds
Instilling me
With boiling kettle enmity
Staining shell of steel
Evaporating empathy
Deforming each ideal
To freshly-brewed misanthropy
Angry
Hands
Are spilling me
Onto the skin of vanity
My scalding heat is real
This melting world in agony
To puddles we conceal
Still slipping on my sanity
Trippy
Thoughts
Fulfilling me
By pouring out my clarity
As liquid suns of zeal
Into your cup of apathy
Sip on the warm reveal
Don't burn your tongue on lunacy
Drink only what you feel
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
My words are like smoke
Tendrils of murk branching out
Disintegrating at my touch
I try to grasp them, each and every one
Forge them into weapons to slay the world
Carving truths into skin, deforming souls
But they slink away and leave me hollow
Like wild beasts, they can't be tamed
Shoved into little boxes of rhythms and rhymes
They fear me as much as I fear them
Maybe the trick is to sit and wait,
Let the fog consume me
Use me, forge me, I beg you
Make a weapon out of me
Scar me with your truths, warp my soul
Dig your claws in and pull my strings
Rip me apart, if you must
Whatever it takes
I surrender.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
The pavement and the bicycles
Skateboards and feet falling..seeming to very briefly
Deform the pavement gathering a sensing of the
Excitement of children looking for thrills of more
Risky routes..and of adults sensing the rolling of their
Soles on the sinking pavement..scenes of completion and
Perfection in the gratitude of no-thing deforming...
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 7:38 PM UTC
i have spoken
to the ghost in which
resides within the depths of
me
for it resonates in my heart
and lives within
the ache of my chest
it haunts my home
&
my body hurts
it crawls like the spider
spindling through my veins
deforming the vessels that once
so beautifully sculpted me
nobody said you weren't beautiful
for the sunflower that grows,
nay,
thrives
even though i hadnt tended to it
lives on without me but
maybe it was the ghost
because
i have spoken to it ,
for it dictates the lack of
productivity within me
(they had mentioned that the
economy was weak)
however,
everyone told me that she was beautiful
but even the arc de triomphe
is flawed.
i wanted to believe otherwise but
maybe it was the ghost
who are you?
because i had heard that the ***** dishes
in
my sink
weren't going to get washed unless i found
out who you were
you blasted old thing
rotting away
at my soul
i bet you had
heard otherwise but
maybe it was the ghost
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
I saw you standing there
A silhouette of my soul
Walking right into my life
Promising memories untold
I watched as you moved and I began to synchronize
Swaying with you in utmost delight
Entranced I watched as you enslaved my heart
I followed your tune as it played Mozart
I saw your smile and it broke my soul
That one so pure could love me so bold
Your strings matched mine and played so well
Together we made a ballad that cast a spell
Yet everything is not as colorful as I thought
The world started deforming through your onslaught
I stared in shock at the magnitude of your power
Awakened by an arrow cast into my heart from your towers
I took great care to pick up my pieces
Running to your side begging forgiveness
I loved you blindly from the depths of my soul
Yet your love for me was riddled with holes
I waited for our love to overcome this pain
True love can overcome anything they say
What a fool I was to give my heart so careless
When all this time yours was empty and loveless
Now we part for good this time
I walk away with nothing but lies
Pieces and slivers of my soul lay bare
I wish you well on your journey elsewhere.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC