Posted by alter ego

WARPED AND TWISTED

 

Harsh words & violent blows

Hidden secrets nobody knows

Eyes are open, hands are fisted

Deep inside I'm warped & twisted

So many tricks & so many lies

Too many whens and too many whys

Nobody's special, nobody's gifted

I'm just me, warped & twisted

Sleeping awake & choking on a dream

Listening loudly to a silent scream

Call my mind, the number's unlisted

Lost in someone so warped & twisted

On my knees, alive but dead

Look at the invisible blood I've bled

I'm not gone, my mind has drifted

Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted

Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow

Today's just yesterday's tomorrow

The sun died out, the ashes sifted

I'm still here, warped & twisted 




4 comments:

Wow.. This is an excellent start to ur blog (the previous one and this one I mean).. I just love this poem so much.. I just wonder how ppl make words rhyme.. Excellent work.. Oh n nice theme too..

Brilliant strokes...brutal and so real...being a poet myself, I have been writing for a decade now and I can see every line come alive with moments and stories. Keep writing...soon youll see all the pain and agony come out of you and land on paper...something what is written from the dungeons of our minds can never come back once they are pinned or penned onto the paper (e-paper nowadays)...then ull be a free man! and I can guarantee that!

liked your poem.well done

Hi,i guess you think a lot buddy while you pour it out in the poem to give a vent to the darker side of your life.The agony and the brutality of 'life' can be felt as one reads it.Excellent and beautiful poem,though its heart wrenching.

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Who am I?? all I am sure about is that I am not the person who goes about with my face and body.... he is too mild, too vulnerable, too logical, too bound by social conventions, easily distracted and more easily disturbed......I'm much more....calculative, unscruplous, determined...more vicious than virtuous....everything I'm not supposed to be in real life....

About this blog

This is not just a blog to assuage any teenaged addiction….not now that I have passed that stage…

This is just another version of life…very much like the others that you will see…with the only exception that the narrator happens to possess a twisted, warped and tortured mind….a mind that has suffered, and is still suffering from the obstacles put forward by life in its path…this is the story of the HOLLOWS, that fill up my life……   

however, I admit….I am happy…happy that I can no longer complain of not being aware of what goes on in the big, bad world….happy that I have been exposed to the nuances  of life at this age….happy, because I can no longer plead ignorance of the reality…that there is not much out there which can confound me….that the shock which initially hit me has consequently reduced the chances of a repeat substantially…..

And last of all…I am relieved, because I can no longer get lost in the dark depths of depression…not when I have spent so much time there that this is like home to me…

Being overtly pessimistic, am i?? well….can’t help it much…this is what I call my life…..


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