warpedpoetic

For those who Seek to Journey into the Unknown

To prepare, to look the thing in the eye and make demands, to step through the fog into a clarity that is so bright you feel blind, to move a piece across the b...

The Devil Comes: A Poem and Reflection

I wrote this piece immediately after seeing the short film titled THE HOUSE IS BLACK by Forugh Farrokhzad, an Iranian Poet and film maker. The film reflected th...

Salvation was too High to Come in through the Door

I dream of a surplice and plastic plants trapped inside curtains covered by electric lamps. There the room grows big with its ghosts and sleeps. Who will gently...

Leaving the Single Life

A lot of persons have expressed their bewilderment at my sudden decision to get married. No one is as surprised as I. Sometimes I sit back and wonder about how ...

She

She's pretty but strange/smooth the skin/the veil/whittled down to smile/to mask the tide/the fever/ the haze/to move inside the flesh like something wrong/the ...

It's a Sunday

This is more of a meditation on Sunday, on today, on life. I wrote it on an app and for the life of me, I can't seem to be able to copy it. There are things tha...

RE: MUSIC FOR WRITERS

Indeed you're so right, my friend @trucklife-family. I have recently discovered how music, surprisingly, classical music, which I didn't bother with before, mov...

Music for The Writer

I love to rap music. I like the cadence, the rhythm, the word play, the way the words make the music bounce, the internal rhyme. I love it still but I recently ...

PEAKY BLINDERS: A SHORT REFLECTION

I have recently started watching Peaky Blinders and I find the show quite interesting. I like the gritty nature of the show but what interests me the most is th...

WARPEDPOETIC AT 70

A long time ago, being ranked 70 on Hive was a big deal, at least for me. It meant one is an OG. While in those days, accounts with a reputation of 70 were ofte...

IN MY ROOM THE WALLS MOVE ON

Sometimes this cracked wall turns its blind eyes on me, my body weighted down by the mattress carrying the floor. I dream of a quiet life beneath this world. A ...

REFLECTIONS 1

I know how morning wakes & makes supple its limbs again, how it rubs the worn down nubs of our sleep & enough static to make light enters our eyes & gently like...

Sleepwalking

Cold & lonely, the wind plays against my skin. It licks the damp foliage of my lips, It takes my breath away. Who dreams of a flower that has drunk beauty in th...

MIRROR

When the web of breath had settled into his body, finished and untangled from the air moving outside all things, I covered the sharp glint of his now shallow ey...

Authors of the week! | Week 40

This is an initiative that aims to reward the best content creators on Hive picked by the community through decentralized Polls on Threads, while doing a coordi...

Freedom

Image by Joe from Pixabay The fog chewed land sits for the sea to lap its toes, immerse in surf. The sleepless trees walk out straight & tall, a long file cutti...

This is an elegy: a tale of love, I think

I dream of fireflies as I touch your skin. That you're breathing so close to my breath feels like my body is expanding out of its shell. This is the cosmos brea...

Thirst

She looks for the thirst through sky, blue written into skin deep cut— wilting last breath— petals slowly paling, her pores curl & harden. She bows at the stem ...

Leaving Hive

Good morning, For those who have loved my writing and stop by to read what I have to say, you may have noticed that I have recently been getting downvotes from ...

In Memoriam

Time flies. This was all I heard yesterday. One year already? As if it was only yesterday we placed you in the slow grinding earth. One year already. Time does ...