Short Contorts Poems
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Naked, in your hatred, you daily bask
Your face contorts into a feral mask
As for the good friend that I've known so long
Alas, for now, all humanity gone
Anticipation
Excited, expectations
Scheming, Longing, dreaming
Circumstance contorts the chosen path
Resist, reconcile, resume
Acceptance, gratitude
Contentment
the contortionist
thats what he is by trade
he cannot speak...he hisses
his curse you could say.
he is silent as night
twice as deadly too
he contorts around his blades
and he never has a single wound
Everything in my head seems to pile
No way to be still for a while
This migrane of fatigue
How it leaves me unintrigued
My senses it morphs
My mind it contorts
No end to restless tears
Deep sleep never nears
perplexed.
with such conviction,
mania fixed, fabricated dialect
of a place
nonexistent. choke,
breathe, introduction- as faults
stick, seethe.
glee, combustion contorts,
distorts, creates revolution.
flee.
the shadows
these rooms echo loudly
then suck the air
from me
you stand there in my wonder
wander within
without sound
and I fall to my knees
the mirror mocks me
with my own stupidity
laughing sadly
sadly
holding on contorts
and stretches
...disbelief
Allow the destruction.
Surrender to the hurt.
Loss will show no mercy.
Stripped down; raw form. Exposed.
Face contorts. Punctured chest.
Descent into abyss.
Demise precedes rebirth.
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No words, hurt, pain, can’t breathe
The ache is indescribable
Face contorts with endless tears, a relentless flow
My body is numb, mind a blank
Disbelief at the horrible truth
For better or worse
Some things are unforgivable
Broken trust can’t be mended
The garden is full of weeds
Time to tend the soil and start again.
Monstrous faith,
Blasphemous state,
Cursed to a Lazarous fate.
Phoenix ashes tracing a Brownian route,
Genie dances with an ambient view.
Casting spells where destiny brews,
Crafting cells where reason skews.
Factual sprawls as time distorts,
Actual flaws that time contorts.
A paradox script the cosmos writes,
A Faraday cage,our fate locked tight.
Where the black berates the whites
and barricades are crossed
that colour without
when rain gathers for release
like a slightly grubby fleece
that squelchy grey that matters
the outsider that pines for other hues
the memory it confused
Shadow contorts its form
intense in its opinion
bland has joined the band
The future aint bright
its lazing in the shades
what is
this thing
close up
very shapely
but taken in
from a distance
sheer terror contorts
my face like Munch's
Scream and i do
scream now seeing
understanding contrast
of color her skin darkening
knowing now the meaning
of the bikini as she faces me
from afar i see her top as if
horns and her bottom a smile
thinking Lovecraft could not
even imagine the demon before me
Form:
As we age
and even sometimes
throughout our youth,
we imagine so much
of what life should have given us
or does
the mind plays a little game
fading in and out
vague hopes and dreams
This could have been
twists and contorts
the happenstance and circumstances
of just how life flowed
with our wants and desires
and our needs
here, now, comes the memories
we always wanted
as they should be.
COPLA 72 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
Bad Guys know they have a good time
In these multi-verses out of sight:
Who the hell cares
Is the exit door the end of time
None to answer knock locked right tight:
Served sentence dares
Talk of string vibrations in thoughts
And the mite’s view of dimensions:
Whose idea this
That the most intricate contorts
The Will to unravel tensions:
Exit in bliss
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
The pain is all I feel
I cannot see
I cannot move
I cannot breathe
It contorts as a dark entity trapped within me
Writhing, screaming, clawing at my heart
I cannot stop feeling
I cannot ignore it
I cannot turn it off
A persistent, agonizing, longing refuses to leave
Fissures of hopelessness brand my soul
Wider. Longer. Deeper
I cannot contain it
I cannot cover it
I cannot hide it
I am pain. Pain is me.
It will be the death of me.
ON MY MIND
You are or were, always on my mind
Like a backdrop to all my thoughts
To have lost you now, I am resigned
My world is now ones and noughts
Another such as you I will never find
A shame how every memory distorts
Still having no satisfaction of any kind
As I ignore all those spurious reports
Of someone who once left me behind
My brain freezes as my heart contorts
But they always told me love was blind
As I saw a diamond without any faults
Listen to poem:
Count your fingers and toes!
It's five that drives betides!
For our minds can't juggle
More than five at once.
Can't grip, grasp sense - six.
How we sense and perceive,
Also comes in five flavors.
Touch, sight, smell, taste, hearing,
Which constrains, contorts our thoughts,
Into believing we know what's
Right, true, all so insightful!
But, why or why five?
Has ego, fear, doubt, desire
Succumbed to fingers and toes?
So we can't go further
Than a high fivefold dive?
I'll race you to the corner
Watch me do a wheelie
Want some ABC gum*
Mary is a fraidy-cat...
As we age, inevitably badly
and enter our final phases
The cruel lash of time
contorts these treasured phrases
I'll race you to the coroner
Watch me in my wheelchair
Want some more oxycontin
Mary is a vegetable...
Hate to be so grim
but when the fix is in
All we've left is words to say
'til dementia takes those away
*ABC = already been chewed