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Submitted by bookworm
Write a poem that could be titled 'Distorted Reality'.
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I looked in the mirror
To find myself staring back
At an old man
In the 60s
I took a nap
And dreamt of a lake
Where my reflection looked like a man
In the 30s
I was eating dinner
And saw myself in the spoon
When I found myself as a man
In my 20s
“What’s happening to me!”
Was my last thought
Before I fully closed my eyes
When I felt myself turn into a baby
I woke up with a hammering heart
Loo...
I could taste the sweet in the voices
my ears could swim in the vintage
classic of hums
You see these people are no longer here.
A loan, no change
I’ve borrowed time from another place
A one way flight to one hundred years ago
The currency of my fingertips on a screen
I am witnessing a turbulence,
The winds of ha’s and ooo’s
My destination: Distorted reality
Arriving in spiraling staircases,...
Tomorrow will be better he said
As he gripped his silvery cane
He kept his walking stick close at hand
Though his knee no longer complained
Tomorrow will be better he said
Looking out across the street he knew
The friends he’d known now long since dead
Their lives remembered by few
Tomorrow will be better he said
When his wife comes finally home
Each winter stretched long the shadows
That re...
Wires loop and coil on my bedroom floor,
and the head of the machine goes under and through -
seeking out signals,
tuning me like a radio.
‘What have you found?’
It talks in currents and jolts
that summon images from the graves of my mind,
and ushers them to my eyes
where they parade themselves
a carnival in the night,
waves of faces I know
balanced on bodies I don’t.
‘Where have they gone?’
...
But it's so much
easier to ignore
the pain.
Bleed through those
wounds that wear
his name,
just to ease my insane.
My devotion has
turned dry,
it all leaked out;
running from my eyes.
Still, there's more to
my knotted breath,
than all of these
lonely cries.
For far too long
I've been sleepless
and disturbed.
Quicksand like thoughts,
aching and absurd.
I carry our secrets
in my ...
I am trapped in a circus
And I can’t get out.
I am dancing to a tune
I can no longer hear
And the music is terrible
And it hurts so badly
And yet I cannot stop.
I blink,
And the crowd is laughing,
I blink again
And the crowd is gone.
I look up
And there is only darkness
I look back
And all the light has faded.
There is a ring
Around me
A ring
Or a stage
And on the other side
There are people
W...
Longing in my chest,
Distorted reality,
Ripping me to shreds.
Tattered at the seams,
Praying for just one quick fix,
Never quite enough.
Once upon a time,
I had dreams and ambitions
I gave them away.
I played the victim,
In the end, it’s all my fault.
You reap what you sow.
Now I stand amidst,
Remnants of my yesterday,
Shredded dignity.
There’s no going back.
Still, I faced the su...
I am Queen of Hyperbole
No one exaggerates like me
I am the best at overstating
I’ll spend days elaborating
I do not know of good or bad
Only magnificently glad
Or deplorably abysmal
I only pour, I never drizzle
When it’s nighttime I’ve gone blind
But I’ll melt when the sun shines
In winter I have turned to ice
Each itch feels like a million lice
I am not angry, I am seething
One small cough an...
In my dreams
You call me mine
I’m fast asleep
But you still make me day dream
In my daydreams I feel your hand
Grasp mine
In a lightning storm
You make me obsessed
I should be listening
To my parents, to my teachers
To my friends
But I can’t stop thinking of you
Think of you
With your hand in my hair
Wearing your hoodie
Falling asleep in your bed
In my reality
We have two dogs
And a cat
An...
bright white lights
strange sounds come from your mouth
your eyes beg me to understand
your face looks like a distant memory
like the parking lot at the beach
understanding just beyond reach
reason floating through the door
my breathing is slow
colors i’ve never seen before
shift swiftly in the corner of my vision
bright white lights
it all hurts my eyes its blinding
i feel the pain i...
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