The Violent Listener
You found a way to twist my tongue-
my words became disfigured.
Your hands wrung around each uttered verse-
and loosened when they withered.
I myself am not
Distorted.
My beliefs about myself are.
Someday, those won't be distorted either...
Just maybe not today.
schizophrenic
Distorted mind
Disconnected soul
But human all the same
I Am Distortion
as light passes through
my brokenness,
bouncing between cracks,
the glow is filtered
and distorted into
demon-shadow ribbons
streaming out
the other side
On the plane,
flying to Mexico,
hearing One
More Time (Daft Punk),
savoring
the
altitude
booze
buzz,
suddenly
all is beautifully distorted,
like these icecubes
Distort Your Face
What is it about me
that distorts your kindness
into apathy ...?
Keep watching me bleed
& I'll give you a reason
to flinch ...
Filter Me Pretty
Memories enhanced with photoshop.
Finding validation in Facebook likes.
We Lie to Beautify.
Even to ourselves.
Life is ugly.
Distort my Reality
With Instagram filters.
Distorted Small Hopes
Reality softens when seen through a dream, Bending the harshness, Twisting distorted small hopes into beautiful shapes, Tunnels of wishes and easy escapes.
Swim.
Water causes a distorted image,
Of things lurking below.
The twisted magnification,
Made it look like his body finally matched his ego.
disillusion
you shattered
my rose-colored glasses,
and as the shards scratched my eyes,
they made a kaleidoscope
with a world bathed in blue.