Distortion Poems - Poems about Distortion

Why be concerned with transparency People are blind, they really can’t see With distortion and illusion in the word today And bias and lies in what people say Just be who you are, one of a kind The truth will totally blow their mind They’ll be so confused trying to figure you out Their miscalculations will still leave them doubt They’ll still try...

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I’m sorry I know that it’s a little dark And my words are too sharp I’m sorry I know that you’re averse I know that you’re averse I’m sorry I don’t mean to distress Or get you thinking less Of me I just suppose I guess I’m really not the best With words I’m sorry oh it hurts I’m really just the worst I know that it’s too much I’m a...

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Lost in this Little, big world Of nightly sweats I see a road sign that diverts My attention to swerve Away and Wake up From the Reality around me ... I just need a break From it all, for awhile My eyes cross as I reach For the Blue something or other Ahaed of...

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Living in pain every day is hard to concentrate looking at life distorted...

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In dreams, I’m where the music plays. I’m listening to the laughter, like it’s in another room. My drink is dark, bitter and oaky tasting and the peanuts taste like soap. There aren’t any napkins. Others are lines of light and shadow. I feel an anxiety that I gnaw on, like a dog works a bone. My dream’s conflating memories. Suddenly Lisa’s there, she...

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an invisible ring shining ~ distorting reality beneath...

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They kill for their namesake Blinded with visions of righteousness Mirrored with images of self Sanctifying, with daggers plunging deep Crowds gather in loyalty Massed in fear, assembled in hatred Adherence to dogmas of a farsighted kind While master deceivers bloom like orchids...

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Silence though not without noise Peaks of my brain waves Dancing through the walls I am one but never alone Connection without permission Throughout my home How to stop this manipulation The guidance and helping hands How to free myself from you When you connect to every strand Time to be reborn To start afresh Escape from this web And the nets that connect Will you come with me...

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This distortion I reek of Is seeping Its not under control Im forced into believing this bed is too big for the small room That the walls of this small room is a way of containing the things I hold Maybe if my hands weren’t heavy with the burden of myself id be able to see past this...

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Thud This thing born of breath and bone, Seated on its secret throne, A harbinger of ignition, Pulling us from our perdition. Thud By the dream and the waking, Anger ripe for the taking; It reaps the spite from our minds. By moon and star, flesh it grinds. Thud Distortion: its holy blade. Singing songs of pain and rage Wrought of mortal blood and steel, Hefted high with fervent...

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Your love for the truth Awake and arise with eyes, Wet in a fleet moment’s worth Open, to see bewildering skies. A loud sigh cry in you to renew places where the search begins. With glimpse of tears that drew the coldest pondering inklings. Discerning fear alone in despair With bleeding hearts crumbling with the torn war atmosphere That has lost...

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My cataracts are common and very aggravating I’m told everyone over forty has them, They certainly are on the optic nerve grating By distorting and causing my vision to dim. Trying to watch a movie is certainly frustrating As faces are contorted and scenes become grim While blinking often my eyes are adjusting And tears are flowing from my eyes’ outer rim. written...

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I'm walking down these worn and weary roads Full of heartbroken souls and hoppin' toads And I've been told there is a place for us all Once tyranny falls The skies are bleak and black The roads are tarnished and cracked A forgotten legacy of a time long passed Which we struggle to look past The tornadoes tore through the city Showing not even...

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Let go - and fly Every morning Rising Like Displaced ether Merging into the miracle of life Such grandeur I cannot guess Why We are blessed this way To wake not once,, But twice. First with life Then, with a truth that hearts would perish for. Oh! To be so blessed, Who but God, Is worthy such...

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ego an orphan bent on making a fortune muffle that chuckle...

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