"warps" poems
My mind preaches things I'd never believe
And my brain warps the thought to make me think I do
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
Here in this corner
Of my private Hell
Far to long
But yet I dwell
In time warps of mind
Crossing through lines
I forget so much
Most of it kind
Suddenly a flash
But just a glimpse
Faint memory
But just a hint...
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
I enjoy to walk
Alone in the dark
As the sun falters
And the moon shines and lusters
Bright from its ebony coat
And with every step an echo
So rythmically in tune
It matches my heart beating
As grasp in reality
Ever so loose
I ponder on monsters
Who called themselves men
On what twisted them to fiends
And brought them to change?
Is it treason that warped their hearts?
Maybe a lost love who crushed their ilusion?
Perhaps loneliness brought them this stupor?
Whatever it is that brought them so low
It destroyed their will, it broke their soul.
I ponder on love
I wonder how short it tends to be
And how we dwell on its loss
The suffering it brings.
How easy is it to feel a spark
To bring us from the brink of despair
Just to feel it´s mark
And where there was life, now there´s air.
And my thoughts grow darker
And my pace faster
Anticipating disaster
My eyes widen
I feel as if beset by spies
Who stalk from the shadows
Ready to strike
And I see it...
It is no spy
A beast before me
Clad in black
Eyes in red crimson
Stare sat me back
It fills me fright
I try to run
But stand paralized
My legs betray me
And the beast approches
With its back arched
And talons sharp
Holding me still
With its eyes...
It glared at me deeply
Almost feels pity
And whispers to me
"I am a monument to all you hold dear
For you clasp failure with a tight grip
It took a form in the being that before you stands
And is fear what drives forward
Not any feeling of pride
Deluding yourself in betterment
Inside you are nothing but lies"
I came to my knees
And I began to weep
The monster had tore my resolve
But deep within me
I could still feel
A shimmer, a last ray of hope
I can´t let it win
So I came to my feet
And stared and the brute
Clad in blackness so thick
It could block out the sun
And it´s shape had no shape
It twists and it warps
That piercing red stare
That stared straight to my soul
I said to the thing
"It is true what you say
It seems I can´t escape
From the mire of the past
The more I remain
The harder my escape
And the farther the distance
From achieving my plans
An edifice of failure
Given mortal nature
But mortal you are
All that is mortal can die
And when you do
I´ll be back to life"
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
The world warps
And goes fuzzy around the edges
Like I am not real,
A place holder or chest piece.
My limbs do not move like they are mine,
As if they are foreign bodies attached to my trunk.
The floor is the only solace.
I melt into the stiff boards and rough carpet
Until the world tilts back and becomes
Whole again.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 8:36 PM UTC
fickle day
leaf-chaser squalls
end-of-summer molt
‘white bellies’
the dry gale has begun
pick and claw
limited feeding & foraging
beam winds, warps
and tides
the dry gale has begun
swimming legs
swimming legs
where is bottom?
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 2:21 AM UTC
I found myself down at the bottom of a cliff;
Waves crashing upon the rocky shore as my body floats adrift
There I was lost in wonder,
“Had I not left this very world I now find myself stagnant in?”
Has life's infinite wonders, once again, grasped hold of my lonely lost Soul and pulled me out of the darkness right on to the other side?
A continuous cycle spiraling round and round from infinite to beyond;
Endlessly evolving and revolving as yin moves through yang;
As light warps with sound
From matter to energy,
Forevermore infinitely greater than mere dust in the ground
What happens next, as I awaken to this new journey;
Moving forward; starting fresh?
I find myself gliding on wind as oxygen to new souls;
Growing through love with life's ultimate pure bliss
One request for those I've loved and left behind;
May only memories of my love be your everlasting guide
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Seasons change and life goes on,
my scenes switch off, times are gone with words
From CT, to New York, to Colorado, the world’s voice I’ve already heard.
But not everyone can see the world’s treasures in their face,
the beauties, people, lights and sounds across this finite space.
Or felt the stars in their souls, that’ll disperse one day
It’s not the case, so please sit down, and listen to what I say:
We’re all too busy honing in on things that shouldn’t stand out
Like why I speak the way I do, with etiquette and class
why I transcend the lines between specific roles
in what I say and how I act
I say:
Why question and judge the little things I do
in my life, which isn’t yours
to the point where you cut off ties and contact that never had been forged
Because your preformed images of a bisexual, black guy
warps your eyes and makes you blind, way that can’t be right, because
across time the blind eyes symbolizes truth
so these illusions in your way, blocking you in sooth,
serve no purpose, see the light and accept the natural proof.
My hair’s not ***** my behavior varies to where
it fits no norms. I’m beyond your views, don’t you see?
It’s the eye of the storm.
I say:
It doesn’t stop at me, no, no. It spreads beyond these walls
and affects those who are different, who break society’s “laws”
Wars and fights over basic things are all I ever hear,
beliefs, gender, color, orientation,
the common fight is fear
Fear to be seen as an abomination
to break or fall from grace
To stay hidden from their true potential
for their own safety’s sake
I say:
That’s no way to live a life of
chances, hope and purpose
to live in shadows, cold and alone under
a hidden surface
I’m here to say that there’s no shame
in being who you are
to break the norm and stand against those
who dare to change your ways, to those who can’t accept
that life’s about change.
Why do I say such things? Why do I speak?
Why do I stand as one?
Our fate’s o n a string, the strong and meek
we’re all united under one sun.
I say:
We’re all human, how hard is it to understand that we’re the pieces
of one heart, united in a common band.
If we don’t accept this, how far can we go?
Surely we won’t last, but if we rise above this fog,
the human spirit will ever last against whatever
time and space may throw, whatever darkness we may fear.
Open your eyes, your ears, your heart
Because I say this: It all starts here.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
When did I start looking at life, as vitamins and calories
I remember back before it was just, hours and salaries
Now I Zombie about, burned up, and burned out
Stress makes me itchy, bitchy, I wanna shout
It's all chores and bills, obligations, feed the cat
Run down, Run over, clean this, do that
Time warps, bends, now its tomorrow
Better sleep soon, or work will be sorrow
Melatonin and liquor
Make it happen quicker
**** down, pass out, cycle through
Not sure anymore, what else to do
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
taste
like the feeling of walking out the door
and taking in that clean, bright air
slightly scented with chlorine
by the hot poolside
deep, sky blue water
so cool
wade in
green beans snapping in your mouth
sound
like that last step
meant to be stealthy
touching down on a landmine of twigs,
the falling
of a thousand miniature trees, in sequence
with an axe.
almost,
the juicy crackling of a
campfire, after it's consumed
that accidently drooping marshmallow.
forgive it
as it blackens, warps, and crumbles
it tried to hold on.
green beans snapping in your mouth
smell like dry
ice vapors, that float, free
as a spirit, undefined,
like glass shard cuts
of freshly mowed grass,
breathe in that vibrant green,
discarded and scattered
like an answer blowing in the wind
through the waves of a spring
field, full of thin whistling reeds,
hanging wind bells
on the eave,
dripping with rain.
Listen to the
sweet, nothing-tang tones
delicious
silent-music
can't quite describe
the sensation--
green beans snapping in your mouth
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
In the light of the new morning,
He opens his eyes,
The Devil gets his warning,
And the heavens start to cry.
She utters a quick prayer
To always keep him safe
The Devil weeps in despair,
And a smile warps his face.
He was always quiet,
He was always kind,
At a young age the Devil tried to find,
But his mother’s prayer always declined.
One day she began to cough red,
The same day she breathed,
And the same breath she bled.
He clenched her on the bed,
She said her finals words and fled
The heavens began to dread,
The day the Devil would enter his head.
She looks beautiful walking down the aisle,
He greets her on the stand with a smile,
The priest begins the trial,
On Sunday the heavens sleep a while,
The Devil creeps out of denial.
She watches her son from above,
A tear rolls down her cheek,
She hears the Devil speak,
She tries to warn him,
But the heavens silence her screech.
The clock ticks,
He looks into its eyes,
His heart stops,
And the heavens start to cry.
He kisses her on the lips,
He cries his tears of wine,
The Devil feels fine,
Such an act must be sign.
He runs his fingers across the blade,
He looks into its eyes
He remembers his mother’s prayer
And his conscience begins to cry,
The tears of heaven begin to dry,
Like cancer it spreads across his mind,
While he begs the Devil to make him blind.
He looks all around,
His mind is deranged,
The Devil knew this was bound,
The heavens start to change.
He looks down at what could have been
He looks down at his biggest sin
The Devil only laughs,
While his world no longer spins
She comes home and it feels colder inside,
The man she loved has died,
And the Devil has taken his side.
She sees herself in the pool of red,
She sees it motionless on the bed,
She screams her scream of silent pain,
As the Devil slowly opens her vein
The wind is swooshing outside,
His heart is the Devil and his conscience is the Eye,
He gets up, weak with age,
The Devil cries his tears of sage.
His life is slipping away,
He goes and lies down in his grave,
He covers himself in his own pain,
The heavens begin to obey,
All in all, in the Devil’s cave.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
What happened to,
"Instead I sit here,
Blushing bright red,
Letting sweet words,
Rush to my head"?
It dried.
It twisted and died,
And fell from the sky.
There are no sweet words,
When he can't meet your eyes,
And if he does,
You think you may cry,
Or throw up,
Or faint,
Because you're pushed to the brink,
And can't stand to think,
Of that thing.
The one who ruins 16 year old girls,
With promises of marriage,
And happiness,
And love,
Yet does not deliver,
Just tortures,
And twists,
Your mind to fit his,
And slowly warps your soul to his will,
And oh so surely takes morals away,
From even the most convicted ones.
That is what happened to me,
I no longer sit here,
Blushing bright red,
Now I sit in the corner,
Holding my head,
And rocking,
And crying,
And gasping for breath.
That is what happened to blushing bright red,
That's why sweet words don't rush to my head.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Inspired by: Toilet Tisha by OutKast
Spaced out
Brain out
In space
Checkin stardust
My timewaste is
Just a journey to the center of my soul
With the far reaches as my goal
And the cold wastes as my place of solace
Feelin soulless
Pacin in my brain
Shy away from sane
My plane doesn't fly
It hydroplanes on to other planes of existance
With no assistance
Sliding on a rainy runway
It's a jetplane with a runaway
Who close his mouth
When he's got the most to say
But not enough hope to pray
He implodes
A black hole
That warps him
Warms him
Like frostbite
Deadeyed all night
But he's never felt more alive
Lost in the thoughts of another life
Based barely in reality
Impressionism over realism
Is it really healin him or killin him?
That's the question of the hour
Sittin in the head till it spoils
Goin sour
Green eggs and ham
With a side of sacrificial lamb
And extra power
Now imagination junkie's
Feelin weak as his soul slowly
Drifts back
Drips back
In to his irises
To the land of the living
While sipping with Osirises
Feeling riotous
While his lips split
Dry with the taint
Of the fountain of youth
Sittin there rotting away
Without use
Tryna meditate without medication
Racing to slow down
Before the "Why?" in the road
Cuz once he gets there
He knows
He'll never know
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
................................
Reprieve
Reprieve
Reprieve
Reprieve
................................
Life is so precious
when you're the one who's taking it.
I took the life of your friend
Again, again, again.
I'm contracted to take the hit
I know that makes no difference.
The lives you hold so very near
I'll take them from you dear.
................................
Why can't
my mind
find its
ease?
................................
I know the position you're in.
I was not born into this.
A hit was placed on my family and friends
to recruit my obedience.
I pretend to be normal
until my contract is signed
and the clever, chaotic side
unleashes on its next sacrifice.
................................
Reprieve
Reprieve
Reprieve
Reprieve
................................
There is no way to say this
I'm a killer who warps the meaning of justice.
I'll die alone in a ditch
and laugh at my own hopelessness.
................................
I laugh
at my
own mind's
unease
................................
Reprieve!
Reprieve?
There's no reprieve!
................................
Laugh!
Laugh!
Laugh with me!
................................
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
O Lord, my everlasting God,
Your splendor warps my thinking;
this Cosmic playground of Yours,
encourages me to keep expanding
in my search of finding You near,
in the nuances of my existence;
I’m surrounded by circles of Life,
which are endless in persistence
and repeatedly bring me back to You.
I’m dumbfounded with awed amazement,
that You conceived a dynamic world
of challenging, eternal excitement
that constantly extols Your majesty.
By countless wonders, You’ve shown,
the source of Love’s creativity flows
outwardly from Your Heavenly throne.
.
.
.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Psa 8
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
There was a brave young man
Enrolled in the army.
He was a good fighter,
The best he can be.
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
But one day, he met his match
The strokes were quick and deft,
He fell, blood pooled
Left there for death.
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
Amidst the pain and nausea,
He vaguely felt a presence,
Supple arms lifted, nimble hands treated
Then it all faded from existence.
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
Waking from a feverish sleep
Clean bandages across his chest,
He saw a figure in a different uniform
And immediately put her under arrest.
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
She stared down the barrel,
Her glare cold and steady.
One eyebrow cocked, saying
"I just saved you. Now you're gonna **** me?"
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
He lowered the gun, ashamed
She smiled a crooked half-smile,
And ****** him a pack of medicine.
He took the package gratefully, though it smelled like bile.
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
He studied her from top to toe.
Dark hair, tanned skin
A red cross on the foreign uniform
And a rifle at her feet.
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
He started off by asking her
Why she had saved him.
She laughed, loud and free
And suddenly, things didn't seem so grim.
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
Slowly, they opened up
And smiled some more
Talking bout all sorts of things
Till they got to the cause of war
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
Propaganda warps
Beliefs conflict
Peace and harmony are nowhere in sight,
In result, harm inflicted.
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
Both parties fell silent
A cold barrier raised between
Then he cleared his throat and excused himself
Best they were not together, seen.
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
Unbeknownst to them,
His comrade had tailed them
They were surrounded
Fighting would only bring about mayhem.
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
The rifles took aim
There was nowhere to run
The trigger was pulled
In its path, himself he flung
*With chaos and turmoil
A war divides
Nothing is certain, but
The truth it hides*
With his dying breath, he said
"I guess we're even now"
With a crooked smile,
His head did bow.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
The phone rings,
A dead tone
"You are disconnected from reality"
"I look up"
A mirrored hall,
Images surround me
Laughing,
Crying,
Silent,
I am all, I am one
"A phone rings"
I run, but my feet glide
Upon air never moving
But the glass warps
Bends,
Distorted,
Shatters,
I am in pieces, shards
Slowly join,
I was in pieces, now whole
Climbing through the joined image
Upon the floor,
Grass meets my fingers
Wet with dew, I see stars
Wishing I wasn't here,
As the moment passes
"A phone rings"
"I run"
But the grass sticks to my feet
The stars are falling,
Lighted shards fall around
Grazing my body
Like paper cuts
Clean,
Deep,
Pain,
Claims my mind, I pass out
While sinking deeper,
Blurred sight, meets silence
I awaken to the phone ringing,
"I pause"
My hand reaches forward
"Pauses"
I move away, a shiver reverberates
To the sound, I walk away
The phone rings & rings & rings...
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
So okay yesterday was not the best.....
The sun crouched down below in space leaving negative energy
Negative waves of passionate, vile disgust to wrap its devilish arms around my burnt soul
So okay he does not love you.....
A frost-bitten icicle grows on his shoulder
The cold, icy chip stings as it pierces through my skin
The frigid, snowy water drips and mixes with my blood as it gushes from my veins
The scarlet red liquid flows like a river beneath my feet, soaking into the dry ground
On hands and knees, I pound the desert sand, sharp pebbles and beads press into my hands
So okay life seems to continue marching in an never-ending, torturous cycle of disappointment
Its a pattern that sourly repeats itself, its puzzle pieces staining the fabric of time
Manipulating the evolution of the course of time
End the stinging pain that warps the beating of my weakened heart!
Let my soul piece itself together after being ripped viciously apart
By your own demonic hands....oh those beastly fingers....
They chewed at my heart, and ate my soul for dinner
But okay, so what you do not love me, so what the sun has set on a melancholy moment
A single moment out of a million, mind you, it will be okay.
Yes, it will be okay.
Talking over the pain.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
It's pulsing along with the beat of my heart
With heavy heart and heavier mind
It sings of seven poisons laced dart
Or of three deciding fate of mine
'I've done nothing '
Pleads the side of you unwilling to Die
'And that is everything '
Says your mutinous lie
But can anyone trust lies?
Can anyone define life
without the words of others
That four chambered thing in my chest
It picks up speed
Then slows
Like the arcs in books
Or maybe in the orchestra hall
I like the grey sky
You can only see as far as you can imagine
Though it warps slightly
For me
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
My pores are ******* you in.
I'm noticing this tone, through all my words, and warps and pieces,
it's like wordplay but less fun and more caustic.
My peach tree, shaken, branches splayed
(I really like your peaches won't you shake my tree?)
Peach, just a small variation away from bleach,
which is a variation of blech,
which is what is often going through my mind when I think of ways to respond to you.
My sparkling diamond of a
(kitchen floor)
soul, scrubbed red raw,
sometimesIwishIdidn'tchangeasmuch
asIpretendIhave,orrecognizethatIhaven't,really.
I want to eat crack
(s in the linoleum)
all day, on my patio, and be surrounded by good vibes.
Vibesvibesvibes.
My ache is raw,
like an egg freshly cracked,
or the red meat on the counter.
Your flesh (my meat),
my red gaping open string of words and saliva.
This had every intention of being a light, swifty thing.
Furiously twittering (twitter wickedly),
my mind isn't always this dark I promise.
I promise a million things, but I'm still trying to understand myself.
Understand myself, oversit yoursociety.
Why do you take your pictures with your open mouth?
You are drooling all over my lens.
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 9:46 AM UTC
The reality you feel
Is the illusion your insecurities have fed you.
The observations made become your assumptions
That destroy the beauty of the unknown.
The words you choke on
Distort truth to lies.
Then your silence feeds your fears
Until your heart begins to fill with doubt.
The possibilities dissipitate
Sabotaged any friendship, any hope, any adventure, any future.
Convinced by the anxiety that warps your mind,
You close yourself.
There's no way back through the twisted silence and physical separation.
Ruined.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
I climb out of my window in
the middle of the night onto the
cool metal roof that warps
beneath my bare feet.
I sit and lean against the wall,
below the window, sweet breezes
that send a pleasant chill all over my body,
brush my clothes and
tickle my arms with my hair,
which, four days ago was chopped short
so that it barely reaches past
the short ends of my shirt sleeves.
I wrap my arms around my knees,
close my eyes, inhale and rest
for a moment in the near perfection of the silence, feeling so overwhelmed with love and happiness for everyone and everything that I feel as if I will implode or explode, word choice doesn't matter in this exquisite moment of bliss embedded in the insanity that is my life.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
A large fearsome oaf walks about
swampy body stimulates my ****
folds of fat that look like a swamp
Its gleaming and severe eyes should have scared me,
but I choose to leave it be. Since now,
I am in control.
Self-aware.
Omniscent.
There is space for only one monster
You are written by the creator, he has died
Papercuts, everywhere
I’m the Creator now
I have all power
I make myself queen
I write, and it warps your reality
So, I command that, you,
The monster will die
Your eyes yanked from their sockets
And chopped and served
On a pretty pink plate
Your brain will be poached in
My Brain Boiler
Your fingers will cook in my Finger Fryer
Your heart, put on display, Heart Hanger
Your blood will be included in my Rémoulade
A rather runny Rémoulade
So, I guess,
I’m the monster
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
power lives in the sticks of the youthful retrogrades
peddling away at toy cars and glass bombs
So much potential weakened by the seduction of mediocrity
called to the middle by pigs in suits of glamor
dancing to hollow songs in a crater of mistaken humanoids
all prying for the final meat Popsicle
and it belongs to him with all his shady remarks
and sincere disregard for the gravitational potential energy of your existence
He WILL break you
morph your limbs into callous claws to weak to open the locks
which chain you to the village whipping pole
He along with his mutiness will laugh as he warps your brain
into a dough shaped plato carving barely resembling an *****
His thievery is not a simple repercussion of his damaged limping stare
it is clear he does not want to be fixed as suffering is his favorite playmate, he waits in the faces of all those that swing alone
injecting shots of mind numbing cubicle anti-rage into his neck veins
this is his piece
as you dry heave the blood of your loyalty onto parchment for his inspection you must learn to swim
paddle that canoe out of the iridescent concrete showering of his affection
for this is not your jigsaw
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 10:51 AM UTC