The Twisted Man

Lamentations of solitude; a quest for love in a broken man

There is a twisted man

Looking for twisted love

He climbed a twisted tree

To muse from high above

There is a twisted man

Atop a twisted tree

He sits alone and says,

"There's no one quite like me"

There is a twisted man

Living a twisted life

His mind is twisted too

With all his work and strife

There is a twisted man

At the end of his days

Searching for twisted love

To give reason to stay

Reviews

[Ana Del]

I like your poem. It has something nice in the game you play with the word "twisted". Stay. Life will get back to you and you will love again. Until then, try to heal your heart so when that moment comes you be able to see it.

[Elijah Michael Madden]

Your concern is warming, but I assure you, I'm far too happy and determined to live to do anything stupid. It's difficult to explain, but as a nihilist, living for the sake of staying alive is meaningless, and so for me, love, happiness, kindness, these are all reasons to "stay." What keeps you tethered to this world? Food, exercise, fear of death, and other typical biological functions developed through evolution? I wanted to break free of all that. The twisted man is indeed lonely looking for someone "like him," or perhaps more likely someone to like him in all his twistedness, but what is a poet without the longing for a lover's touch? For this reason, I did not make the twisted man sad, or lonely, or in pain with a broken heart, he is simply searching, and he is twisted. Contrary to my other poems, this one's meaning lies in its simplicity, and was actually inspired by a nursery rhyme.

[Ana Del]

I actually felt a kind of joy and hope in the word playing. And I totally get your point.