A Collection of Poems

029: Distortion

This poem is about the people in life that I wish I had known in a different way. I mean, they are my friends, and we had shared a lot of memories through the times, but the thing I wanted to change is that the way they had known me. I can feel it in my heart that they were like just pretending to be friends, or probably friends in a shallow way, and that hurts me so bad, like it kills me deep inside. The good part, on the other hand, is that I do have company, but the difficult part is that I have to also pretend and falsely claim that they are me friends just to make myself feel that I’m not hurting. But, on top of that, I still love them and I’ll hold on to them and give them importance even if they don’t give much importance to me. Anyway, I won’t tell you how we got connected; it’s weird.

XXIX

DISTORTION

There once a spark of expression

That sang and sounded rough

In ties of friendly intention

Were seven times as tough

The sound of the surfer’s bending

Resounded through at ease

And twice was the waves were rising

Accompanied by tease

The surfboard was slow and steady

And rides the breezy sea

With both waves and waters ready

To let amazement be

The rocks of the hiker’s climbing

Were cool and crisp and warm

And trees were his prized collecting

To strike the heart’s alarm

The speed of his feet were playful

And hands were just as too

To provoke was not as mindful

As being there to woo

The charms of the bard’s declaiming

Were soulful in the mind

And his singing and his dancing

Entice us to unwind

The lyre he brings is pure magic

Like streams of flow’ry note

And swishes were like magnetic

Such lovely antidote

The beats of the dancer’s tapping

Were forceful like of fire

And embers and stars were twinkling

Like nights of sweet d’sire

The torches had burnt in glory

With weapons in mid-air

And he sings of tribal story

With beating ev’rywhere

The glide of the artist’s painting

Were crude in black and white

And strong emotions were sinking

Like shadows kissing light

The brushstrokes were smooth and sensual

And layered one by one

Of colors that fade in gradual

Which keys have left undone

The depth of the diver’s swimming

Were deep in thought of blue

That bubbles of clouds escaping

Which taking cannot do

The sound of his breath was echoed

So very far away

And mem’ries, too, were echoed

Like years were brought today

So tied were the threads of rainbows

And bound by common fate

If twisted, tangled in sorrows

It doesn’t mean too late

There lay the spark of expression

Still singing, sounding rough

In ties of friendly intention

Forever they’ll be tough!