Twisted Contortions

Twisted Contortions

A Poem by trinityluv122

Scavengers of innocence sing in unison to incantations of ruptured, coarse harmonies

Half eaten flesh of tainted hands offer tares of deluded fear

Choking the presense of happiness and forgivness

Multiplying my rage within a circus of twisted clowns

Holding shards of deathly glass plunging into my broken heart

Releasing the shear pain of my hated existence

Thick delicious blood poures out engulfing my tragic visions

Only to drift off onto a new plain of heightened reality

Labotomising the feelings of a prisoner that predicts her own fate

Burying the wishes and dreams of an over rated life and last breath

© 2013 trinityluv122


Author's Note

trinityluv122
Please excuse my grammer errors.

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I feel great pain here that remains unresolved.

Posted 14 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really liked this poem alot, actually i wanted more. the first two lines defintely hooks the reader and the twisted clowns and the glass in the heart gave it a strong middle section. To be honest thought the last line wasnt as strong at the rest of the poem. I didnt have as much discription and i didnt feel the pain as much in the end. I think you have something really special here. Actually i am kind of jealous i wish i could put that kind of detail in my poems. Amazing job and you could always change the ending but if not was still superb.
Patrick

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Hello Trinityluv122,

Hmm~
I am at a loss for words on this piece. This is beautiful in a heartfelt sort-of-way.

Very nice choice of words � they are indeed filled with the emotions they deserve.

I hope light, for this individual, is starting to shine through this dark travesty.

A more in-depth closing would be helpful - Or is your intention to leave the audience lingering?

Wonderful write�

Legacy


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 4 people found this review constructive.

killer. good writing here--friend, you know i like this type of writing--the pain and the anger! let it out---breath, keep writing, email me what inspired you here.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Nice visuals. It was very abstract...to me anyway. Dark like a nightmare, yet not exactly scary. Like the Twilight Zone.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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trinityluv122

hamersley, Australia



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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Nelson Mandela. Inaugural Speech 199.. more..

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