Musings Of A Twisted Poet🍃

Disabled poet and writter just trying to share my works

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

this

this feeling

so familiar yet unknown

wish i had the words to discern such melancholy to be known

to be beholden by such tender remorse

left still unfolded; wanting to be molded by such delicate a touch

you seem crestfallen, downcast and off guard

are you waiting? promise you are not fallen, still held in close to my dear heart

just stop berating thine self, think of me here whether apart or near. still burn for you sweetheart; will forever more be yours

[lunamonchtuna]

— Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women: a world poetry anthology (via lunamonchtuna)

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

this

this feeling

so familiar yet unknown

wish i had the words to discern such melancholy to be known

to be beholden by such tender remorse

left still unfolded; wanting to be molded by such delicate a touch

you seem crestfallen, downcast and off guard

are you waiting? promise you are not fallen, still held in close to my dear heart

just stop berating thine self, think of me here whether apart or near. still burn for you sweetheart; will forever more be yours

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

sick with wanting

choking on desire

want of another

close my eyes

it’s all I see

these visions of

you and I

cloistered away

beneath thousands of

veils, hiding not

but buried by years of

these lies. seeking it out

vying for you love

guide my way through the dark

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

hello self,

it seems we’ve gotten to that point again

too broken to forget

too lonesome to be mended

one day is too far away

when left to see the days through

wake up, pretend to be okay

wait till sleep finds me to feel alive

what will be left, once this is over?

i’m fading fast and hanging on for dear life

hate for it to be this way

but im powerless to move away

the lights are coming fast

now just to wait until collision

promise it wasn’t your fault

now kiss me goodnight

and turn out the light

[bolaneno]

the color signatures of various elements when ignited

FB image credit: Ceres Science

[trashgnomesanonymous]

Do you love the colors of the combustion

[teaboot]

happy pride month

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

Tis the 1st of June;

and though eye know

to be glad for this life

i’ve been granted

my thoughts trail downward.

a mopey child, some would remark.

why must we struggle, why do i

wish to be anywhere other than here?

alas, there exists no antidote

to be found here.

perhaps that is my right,

to be forlorn and dour.

shall still strive when needed;

what other choice do i have?

even if i feel as though

a strong gust would send me

stumbling.

how i still dread the fall.

[leshermes]

June 1st is TOMORROW. It means that GAY PEOPLE will exist, but only for ONE MONTH. Do not forget to buy your tickets to see them NOW, or else you will have to wait AN ENTIRE YEAR to be able to meet them AGAIN.

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

ache in my neck,

stiffness in my wrists.

finding peace only in creativity

leaves me restless on these days.

my mind wanders aimlessly

amongst dreary fields of dried out

daydreams.

here you will find me

if you so dare.

free me from this torment;

heal the wounds of yester-year

for me won’t you dear?

[aprilfoolfrog]

Glory

Press this towel to my face.

Firm and intentional.

Streams of dirty tears

run down my cheeks.

I am not the answer you seek.

I am only the fruit you bear.

Sweet and juicy.

Life giving despite your belief

that I am rotten to the core.

Cut me open;

reveal my pit.

Serve me out in slices.

I cannot sustain myself -

the least I can do

is sustain you.

Remove the towel.

An imprint of my face remains.

Eat my fruit.

Glory to this day.

Glory to my name.

Glory to my fate.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

5/31/2026

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

You berate me, chastise what to you seems a contradiction

are we not all walking talking contradictions?

You scold me for my words, but I mean as I say

And say as I mean, is not eye who would devise to strive before thine others; secretly toiling inside hating and waiting for our demise

boiling alive rather than face those lies that raised many to defy what came before; only to be crushed and silenced into submission and further division.

oh how i despise this weary game, never coming to an end

[loveridden1999]

[aprilfoolfrog]

Brave

I am scared every day.

I will not pretend I'm not.

I am tired of hearing people say

that if you are scared,

you are weak.

Doing it despite being scared,

is what makes you brave.

Pushing through your fears and

staring them in the face

as you persevere,

is what makes you brave.

Pushing someone while they are down -

is not bravery.

It is mean.

It is malice;

as is causing mass fear.

Being kind in this climate,

is brave.

Standing up and choosing to keep your voice,

is brave.

If you still have a voice,

use it while you can.

Continue to be brave.

The cost right now,

may be someone

being rude or mocking.

The cost if we are complacent,

can be your very life.

I do not want to die -

especially for simply being kind,

but pushing through

despite that fear

is pretty damn brave.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

5/28/2026

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

The fun part of having short hair is seeing how it decides to style itself over night! 😂👌🏻

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

We have weather alerts aplenty today

just warning of some rain

Perhaps it is a bit cliche

if I were to say

Don’t let those storm clouds

keep you down

Have seen your shrouds

a bit too much

How effervescent we can be in those hazy dreams of exuberant delight

Yet become so quiescent when the lights come on and still I fall back into humorist speaking patterns

As if afraid you’ll see the real me and feel betrayed; it would not be new for me

And though I find my courage through the night can’t help the nervous glance every time checking to see if I’ve done you a disservice

But despite all that it is my deepest desire to be seen and known by you. My heart races for you and I wonder if it’s plastered on my sleeve just laid out bare.

So please tell me if you care, and ill be right there

[twohousesoftheholy]

RED SEA MY FATE

Because of you, I only dream of desire

You, the soul, so long on my mind

It became permanent

So it is inevitable

This wanting of you

Mostly Vampiric

Blood lusting thirst

Imminent, unstoppable

Imperative

It is no secret

I will keep you

All ways to dine

At the edge

On that fire inside you

To dine, to drink

In the depths of you

Like wine on the banks

Of a red sea apart

Of all the water

Because you are

For me parted

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

oh dear eye

hate to see you go

what’s left now

there’s nothing.

what could one

such as eye hope for

the voice asks

there’s no one.

slay the beast yourself

tame the past

and what’s left of it

a hallow ache

where a heart used to be

oh dear, how do I go on?

i cannot keep it up much longer;

please tell me when it’s over