"twistedness" poems
dark void diffuse out of my soul,
screaming,
internally-
dark void swallows me whole,
leaving, me
blind-
dark void consumes my mind,
heaving, up
dark thoughts
the darkness of the blue in our soceity
the grayness of our generation
the blackness of this world of what it is
the emptiness filling our minds
i void the thoughts
into the waste
i avoid the tears,
but they're bound to come
the void has been waiting
the insidious void
the void inside the insidious
thoughts of the void.
the lyrics thrum in my mind
and i connect the dots
from one reality to the other.
it makes a shape and i draw it out,
tearing at the dark thoughts.
and i
SCREEEAAAAAMMMMMMMMM
AT THE TWISTEDNESS OF IT ALL
THE CROOKEDNESS OF OURSELVES,
THE DARKNESS OF THE INEVITABLE VOID.
WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS FOR US ALL.
THE GHOSTS, THEY COMFORT ME, WELCOME TO THE DARK VOID OF MY MIND.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
Blue,
Blue are your eyes,
Sad blue,
Cold blue,
Filling with lies,
Like my heart with hatred,
For blue,
In those same eyes,
Once I saw glimmers and glints,
Of honesty,
Hopeful blue,
But I realised too late,
The tyranny of blue,
The twistedness of blue,
Empty, heartless,
Blue
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC
Surprise-
Here's the demise I've devised
To try to dull light from dead eyes,
Shut those soft lids from the living.
Giving too much thought,
Do not give in to sin or rot
Now stop-
Just let it drop.
A pause for cause is needed,
Then proceed it with this
Inconspic'ous twistedness.
Viscous, isn't it?
Just digg it.
Big on burdens baring bulk.
Sulking, rhetorical quotes
Wrote the backbone of society.
Religion became diplomacy.
Greedy ****** to lick the
Tainted tongue of politics
Dripping sickness of wicked
Bigoted Congress picked it.
And its in the air, its
Everywhere, this
Distant dooming disease
Of dream.
The American dream.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
I am like a crooked little Christmas tree.
My trunk is bent.
Branches are broken off.
In various places.
My needles are drying up.
And falling off.
Imperfect.
Flawed.
Broken.
Misshapen.
Distorted by sin.
And yet...
Still He loves me.
Because He bought me.
For a very high price.
The Blood of His Son.
Still He loves me.
In all my twistedness.
In all my waywardness.
Because He owns me.
I am like a crooked Christmas tree.
But He still puts His Light upon me.
And adorns me with His Love.
Transforming me.
From broken.
From crooked.
To beautiful.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
Inside my mind I wander
In my own world I am lost
The strange things I have pondered
Cover the ground like frost
An ocean made of fire
A forest made of steel
The insanity inspires
These things that can't be real
But in my mind I see them
I touch them when I dream
From my imagination they stem
Where nothing is as it seems
The monster in the shadow
Is a guardian for light
The fuzzy creature in the meadow
A servant of dark fright
The twistedness of my mind
Astounds even my self
Where all things are undefined
Even the role I play myself
The shadows in the darkness
The screams within my soul
This world is sometimes heartless
Sometimes rages out of control
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC