"untwisted" poems
The road was long and rough
It was a passageway of words
A parade of letters and prose
The touch of invisible pleasure
I moulted like a snake in season
I dreamt on a cruiser of reign as we
opened my pandora box in the cave
The road was smooth and right
It was a third eye paradise of seers
A mire of misery and blowing wind
The tears flew like fireflies on heat
I met the shrinks of souls in salt bed
I waved the rain as it washed my sins
On that sight of the pandora box
The road of wrongness and rightness
It was an unfolded augury of life
An awakened sleeper roared in dreams
The days when I touched the skies
I took the broken house and mended
I saw the clouds as bright as crimson
Inside the box when I met my twin
The road of love, lust, love, longness
It was when the ember coal was wild
A blaze of soul collision and resonance
The days when doubt taunted in mazes
I wrested my mind and the heart knew
I tested the precipice and intuition led
Inside the unconditional pandora box
The road where I hid and felt alive
It was a paradise of shining trees
A place where our loneliness merged
The safest heaven on barren lands
I saw my warrior and he shielded
I sat as he ran away with fear and pride
On that very opened pandora box
The road of unforgotten forever
It was a triangulation of continents
An immersion of difference and indifference
The open table of a scarce connective mess
I shed my naive bed and hardened
I shut the wild untwisted world
On that very inevitable pandora
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
You're wringing out my brain
with all that it held.
You've left it all twisted,
confused and in pain.
So I'll just untwist
and fill it up again.
Then . . .
. . . carry on!
Kaydee.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Paper unfolded is by far
the most beautiful possibility
Before it is folded
Twisted, refolded, untwisted
Doubled, tripled, bent and unbent
To be beaten into a form
A claustrophobic form.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
I am honest
Untwisted
Unbiased even
In your favor
You hate me
As you hate
A mirror
For you will
Not accept
Yourself
Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 4:53 AM UTC
My breath fades into a ghost
Feet crunch on a crust of ice
Branches stretch like skeletal fingers
Angels have left their silhouettes
Feet crunch on a crust of ice
Boot prints leading them away
Angels have left their silhouettes
Children gloves are strewn across the yard
Boot prints leading them away
To a place frozen shut
Children gloves are strewn across the yard
And door knobs stay untwisted
To a place frozen shut
When cheeks are stung red
And door knobs stay untwisted
Beneath frozen palms
When cheeks are stung red
Where summer used to dance
Beneath frozen palms
And everlasting sunshine
Branches stretch like skeletal fingers
Where summer used to dance
Beneath frozen palms
My breath fades into a ghost
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
They dance through my dreams
Golden rounds, silvery circles
Endlessly turning
Infinity untwisted
A memory, a potential
Promises unfinished
Ours did not match;
The first sign.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
Soon great distance,
Will delay us so, and so,
No thoughts or visions,
Can invade reality yet,
Trustworthy you are not,
And you conclude the same,
I’d bet, yet this I promise,
To save you the premise,
Better things are coming,
An end to your bitter living,
Untwisted, no longer tangled,
Protect and reassemble,
Your broken self I’ll handle,
From now through then,
Live however needed,
Commit treasons,
Cast a seed,
Wherever pleasing,
It all leads to a freedom,
Everything happens for a reason.
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 11:57 AM UTC
Last night
I shed my black slacks
like shedding a sticky solemn skin
I opened up my arms,
feet twisting among the mauve carpet
I soared over the couch
caressing the curtains
they posed as my truest
partner to my fluid fiery dance
I shook out all the anger
that had been launching out of my pores
I twisted my arms softly over my head
shifting the ache and pain
from my chest, through my stretched out arms
all the way out
to the popcorn ceiling
I arched my back, lifting pointed leg
bending all of those burdens
out of my bones
I untwisted my tightly knit bun
and let all my curls fling
hurling the insults
out of my tresses
that I'd been carrying
on top of my head
all day
Finally I knelt down
as an ellipse
to the dance
that I will pick up again
the next time you enter my world.
I'll never let you hold me captive.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 4:48 PM UTC
*gift me,
untwist me,
unasked,
with kindness, caring,
holiday wrapped,
with a grace
that is
reserved for humans,
that is
precisely astounding
that I need thank
whatever deity that breathed life into
this sinking vessel this morning
for the opportunity to state,
untwisted, unasked,
thank you...*
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
Suddenly, twelve poems flavored Christmassy came to me to give away for the fun of it, the hello of it, I may say, corn, that's okeh.
Thursday, November 01, 2018
1:14 PM
So what?
that justifies, just ifs this olde dude from the desert,
into real-ification in 2018 Christmas forever story,
Wow. Who knew? Little drummer boy, remember?
What can I bring to him? Who even mentioned
us giving? Honest, what could you give
Christ, the anointed, promised, messiah, message
******* up to be angel choirs in heaven's spotlight,
good news, aka the gospel or spell, which is no unintended
causality, BTW. be tee dub, we say.
the good news, the scary angels sayed, that not too cold
night to be out and about with the little lambs, that time
o'year, good tax collectin' time,
celebrate that. Taxmass. Okeh.
This is a Christmas story of the sort that can twist things other wise twisted to be untwisted in this peculiar way.
Wicked is as wicks are wont to be, twisted wit' a bit
o'this
the ****** things all explode. Abit o'that, they light a candle in the thinn-ist-light-o-night,
And, when the battle's over,
"IT IS FINISHED" has been muttered,
we won. That's done. Merry Christmas,
God rest ye, merry, gentle men,
twixt the trenches, 2018.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
There loomed a certain belief,
One that exhaled soon as she passed.
A sudden urge that fizzed over soon as the bottle opened.
Now granted you can still drink a soda once it's shaken
Most would replace desire for that of another, the discord
Of being splashed in the face by the very desire one in the same.
Drops of truth splashed everywhere seen as backlash, a sort of wrath
Spoken but never heard.
There was something about the contour of the bottle,
Fixed thoughts filled in ovulation.
Everything kept inside.
A certain vengeance that loomed in bliss.
If not handled carefully doom was immanent.
Each time she walked passed he'd shake the bottle more vigorously.
A cold fizz that quenches every desire steadfast with reality.
Curious he looked at the bottle, wanting to quench this need
He placed his hands on the top slowly unscrewing.
Her eyes connected with his, everything paused.
For the first time in a long time everything was beautiful
Sharing a brief look relaxing his shoulders.
He untwisted the top, for a moment she sighed
Feeling a release she hasn't felt in a long time.
His hand smooth against the contour of the bottle
He placed his lips against the bottle easing her to quench this thirst he's waited so long for.
This urge that dried the well of his throat.
She refused him the pleasure of her, keeping her fizz to herself.
Now he knows what it's like to be on the outside looking in
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
let us try brave resolve
till tongues untwisted
doing the ritual whisp
where found its rhythm in the breeze --
cocked back like a hammer
cutting through the silence
was the creaking of an open palm.
would you like to go for a swim?
it is cold and it is dark
but parts of us dispersed
across the eavesdropping tide
makes for a wonderful place to drown.
...
a secret is like a burden,
when it is shared, it is halved.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC
I want to be said beautiful
But it shouldn't be uttered by the cursive of your lips
I want to be seen as ****
But never by the lust in your eyes
I want to be intellegent
But not identified by your lack of brain cells
I want to be known by my self
Untwisted
Unfolded
By
Me.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
I untwisted my brain today
And lay it out on the table in rows
Examined it for kinks
To see what the other thought thinks
To ask it what it knows.
I mushed it back together
But I couldn’t quite remember
What went where, or how it goes….
I squeezed it back in through my nose
And now my thoughts just flow and flow
Part of some muddled, mixed up show
All cause I examined my brain dontcha know.
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
My smile stretches for miles over the dusky red horizon
The sun stays floating, frozen in time
Burying itself in the sky it dies in.
My pulse is not ignited,
Though I promise, I'm excited.
My soul has been lifted, and untwisted
Thoughts cleansed and thoroughly sifted.
I'm a misfit in perdition-
No wait, gifted with new vision!
Everything sparkles and it glistens
And if you listen, there's an ocean
Full of songs of positive emotion
That beckon for my heart to close in
On the darkness of her deepest depths;
The secrets to her mysterious.
Or should I stay floating on the surface,
Does that seem more melodic?
I found happiness and caught it,
In the pit of my stomach.
Bullets and butterfly wings,
I told you I'd shoot, but you didn't believe
Why didn't you believe me?
Oh god, here I am wishing
That you would have believed.
I'm so, so, so happy-
So joyful and free.
Can you not see it,
In my smiles made of sunrise and sunset
Guilt, regret, and death?
-SLuR
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
unwinded
untwisted
undulated
like a
neon boa constrictor
the river
crawled
back
into
the
thick sleepy Delta
from
the
mouth of
the
yellow
bamboo river
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
Talking at public tables
and parties mixed up
with the music
seeing a yellow thought
turn orange
frankly and flushed
in the nest of fuss
blending warmly
into welcoming comfort
hanging out in each other
untwisted
wet from living
and then coated again
going outside into the music
of the rain
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
GRATITUDE CAN COMBAT NEGATIVITY,
Never thought I was lacking this creativity;
She was scolding me with heavy words,
And my heart was getting lighter with each nick of such swords;
She said I must act mature n think positive about my allies untwisted,
I was simply mesmerized by d beauty of her simplicity so rarely gifted;
She opened d past wounds when I had cut my own hands......
Coz of ego n ungrateful heart I lost so many of my gems in time's sands....;
My loneliness is d fruit of my own foolish attitude ;
For I could not forgive small hurts n killed heartfelt gratitude;
Towards those millions moments that made me laugh,
Instead I cling to puny negativity like a leach in d skin of a calf;
She won my heart by renouncing any expectations in future reference,
I am sold out today one again with lords preference;
I preach aloud philosophies in aspects so rife,
She made realized how less I have imbibed those in my own life;
I'm fortunate that I got such friends as gifts from lord,
N I must honor his will n surrender to his accord;
To embrace his children without judgmental vision,
for love n get loved is his ultimate mission;
Thus, till we share a life amongst a company so warm,
We would feel safe as if protected by a divine charm;
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC
Something has shifted.
No longer ******* I myself against you.
I overlay.
My heart is free in other planes.
My actions relaxed.
'Twas not my heart I need stop
But its twisted crave.
Now unrolled,
Untwisted,
Relaxed,
On other planes.
Yet brittle,
I fear it crisp again.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC