Twisted Poems - Poems about Twisted

When I turn the corner there you are When I drive home There you are when someone walks pass your perfume is there every part of you is twisted in my brain...

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their teenage teacher—they twisted to torture them ten terrible times ...

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Little Red Riding Hood took a lunch to her grandma who liked to munch Riding Hood liked to play like waiter until Wolf spied her and then ate her. Little Bo Peep had trouble with sheep They'd follow grass. "Stop it," she'd peep. One got lost, causing Bo to sniff: "That's it!" and pushed all over cliff. Cinderella got dressed for the dance Mean...

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Once upon a time, or a few times per day, we ponder just how many ways in which we must die. There are forewarnings. Let's consider the simple fairy tale - did anyone do a scientific study to check correlations of untimely death and not having read Little Red Riding Hood? Little Red skips out the...

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I wore my sins like velvet lace, Then set your garden all ablaze. I never once said I was kind-- I only promised not to mind. The chandelier you loved? It fell. I laughed and called it “doing well.” Your rules were quaint, but far too tight-- I loosened them with fire and bite. Abandon all grace here, my dear-- The wine is sharp,...

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He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed. The dead in their eyes is magnificent Ivory skin - chill to win Realm of the dark, lips apart,...

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Some see your for your beauty But I only see the pain No one at all can see inside Life travels on just like a train So strong you are, so full of life But there's something they can't know Deep inside the roots, a ghost through each season darkness grows A face so unforgiving guilt builds just like a trap It sucks you in,...

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I've been listening to your eyes And tasted ecstasy I've been glancing at your skin And smelled zest I've been feeling your tongue And heard fragrance I've been savoring your nose And saw melody I've been breathing into your ear And felt elegance...

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I refuse to get over you Or past this heartache I don't want us to be over So this pain I choose to take To be honest, I'm glad I make this heartache stay It's all that connects us Since you decided to go away There's nothing left of you Or from before that day Everything connected to you I sold or threw away This pain was...

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This black tar covers my brain, With viscosity of motor oil from a 1950's tractor, Wiping every so often but it still remains, Trauma of life may have been a factor, Continuously drips finding my crevices of weakness, Seizing every ounce of good nature it can, A vicious vacuum for precious meekness, This twisted consumption is part...

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Metacarpals Phalanges and Sesamoids - Beauty Immortal The hands, it's all about the hands for me Streamline with creamy silk skin so fine The elegance, the aesthetics, the peripheral view The long slender phalanges, so ethereal The disquiet beauty, the flowing artistically magnificent lines So alluring it feels as though the hands can't be real. Knowing deep inside my blackest of hearts That...

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Twisted Words are they your fears you hold onto written on your scroll? That you project on me? Twisted Words robs someone of their joy and One's character, tend to dig ditches to entangle someone's growth, control of one's mind? Am I imagining. Twisted Words Ruthless beings for whatever reasons they conspire And question someone on things unknown....

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He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison of passion is imagined as they are undressed. The dead in their eyes is magnificent Ivory skin - chill to win Realm of the dark, lips...

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Non-conforming impresses me Humbleness is sexy (if you can't see) Arrogance is not even worth my precious time Too many people nowadays - are making true love a crime Too many mundanes play games and lie Too many men lead their lives with ill-placed pride Where is the integrity and honesty? Where did those days go? Where are the actions of people...

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We love to hear an echo, resounding and abounding, reverberating our words off walls and harbingers, replaying and soothsaying our views and opinions. We seek the places and spaces, and company within earshot of what we want to hear, filtered in subtle ways to sound like something new and fresh repeated over and over again, rejigged and re-rigged. 'Coo-ee', 'coo-ee' we cry! Is...

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