Submissions by Nevermindthegaps
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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SELF POEM
Published
Today 9:33pm
Today 9:33pm
Broken People, Breaking Themselves
Jealousy in too high a dose
bends you over a table
stubs its fucking toe
and falls into
a moment you run on tangents
stitch together all those things
we drag around like anchors
hopes and dreams
things unwritten that never had a chance
but
I've staked my life on the affections
of vandalized women
more times than "I told you so's"
would dare dream of
she loves you fierce
hard and rough in the right places
a suicide bomber
smoking charred beauty
a sinister ride on a haunted highway ...
bends you over a table
stubs its fucking toe
and falls into
a moment you run on tangents
stitch together all those things
we drag around like anchors
hopes and dreams
things unwritten that never had a chance
but
I've staked my life on the affections
of vandalized women
more times than "I told you so's"
would dare dream of
she loves you fierce
hard and rough in the right places
a suicide bomber
smoking charred beauty
a sinister ride on a haunted highway ...
#disappointment
#bittersweet
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EROTIC POEM
Published
Yesterday 9:13pm
Yesterday 9:13pm
I Was Told Australian’s Suck At Foreplay
she stands in the bathroom
adorned in a
pink dressing gown
the type
with the tie up waist
her hand darts delicately
testing the heat of the water
I enter behind her
she turns
grips the tie up waist
"no"
slips from her lips
but it’s a coy no as she presses
into me
I just want a kiss
I whisper
I know
from the tilt of her head
the smirk that says
(I am going to get fucked here, please) ...
adorned in a
pink dressing gown
the type
with the tie up waist
her hand darts delicately
testing the heat of the water
I enter behind her
she turns
grips the tie up waist
"no"
slips from her lips
but it’s a coy no as she presses
into me
I just want a kiss
I whisper
I know
from the tilt of her head
the smirk that says
(I am going to get fucked here, please) ...
#lust
#obsession
68 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 8:51pm
Yesterday 8:51pm
Full Stream Of Piss, I meant Consciousness
You worry about some strange things she said her hand stroking the hair on my chest, the other curled around my thickening cock to try and convince me she should be my worry my muse
I think about that
worry on the edges of it
until it’s a polished pebble
until it’s a thought that’s repetitive
until
until
until I realise the futility of the worry
can’t change people without insanity and investment
of time, of energy and all the resources I use to simply exist
my rage simmers below the surface
a...
I think about that
worry on the edges of it
until it’s a polished pebble
until it’s a thought that’s repetitive
until
until
until I realise the futility of the worry
can’t change people without insanity and investment
of time, of energy and all the resources I use to simply exist
my rage simmers below the surface
a...
#StreamOfConsciousness
#obsession
#weakness #vulnerability
#weakness #vulnerability
47 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jun 2022 9:28am
28th Jun 2022 9:28am
How deep is your poetry?
#porn
86 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2022 2:50am
28th Jun 2022 2:50am
Scoff At Poetry, I Used To
somewhere in the midst of night
emotions are set to words
cracking through
the redundancy of the working class
where the cold comfort of the bottom of a glass
is a mother's hug
a lover's kiss
a dream fractionated into a nightmare
it folds like a paper people chain
doused in metho'
millimetres from a lit match
heart on fire in the burn of spirits
at 2am legs are rudderless bastards
I can only lisp a shattered fury into the ether
there's rage
frantic burning and vivid brush strokes ...
emotions are set to words
cracking through
the redundancy of the working class
where the cold comfort of the bottom of a glass
is a mother's hug
a lover's kiss
a dream fractionated into a nightmare
it folds like a paper people chain
doused in metho'
millimetres from a lit match
heart on fire in the burn of spirits
at 2am legs are rudderless bastards
I can only lisp a shattered fury into the ether
there's rage
frantic burning and vivid brush strokes ...
#alcohol
#obsession
55 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2022 8:55am
27th Jun 2022 8:55am
Another Shitty Love Poem
I want to run my finger down your cheek
rub my thumb over your lips
because my hands are the most
articulate part of me
know it’ll spark static
probably crackle
make the hairs on my neck
on my arms raise
till it hits my nipples
I want to fuck you
but that’s just skin seeking skin
in this moment
I want to see
parts that drift behind the
facade you’ve crafted
with papier-mâché and covered in
a hardened veneer
to look in your eyes ...
rub my thumb over your lips
because my hands are the most
articulate part of me
know it’ll spark static
probably crackle
make the hairs on my neck
on my arms raise
till it hits my nipples
I want to fuck you
but that’s just skin seeking skin
in this moment
I want to see
parts that drift behind the
facade you’ve crafted
with papier-mâché and covered in
a hardened veneer
to look in your eyes ...
#temptation
#passion
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jun 2022 1:36pm
26th Jun 2022 1:36pm
Collision Course Of Life’s Hard Truths
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
60 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jun 2022 8:33am
26th Jun 2022 8:33am
A Purple Prose, A Few Words, Because Poetry is Evil
Every fucked up turned down, burned out, word lover
fucking hates poetry or likes to pretend they do, because poems scream words they were too broken to speak or become pry tools to get at parts of you you didn’t want anyone to see…
The bottom of my glass wants to
show me how empty my future is
everything in this pub is slick
lacquered timber
Doug the tender wanders around polishing it all until it reflects the ocean
in a cadre of light that cause the patrons to squint as if they're all perpetually puzzled ...
fucking hates poetry or likes to pretend they do, because poems scream words they were too broken to speak or become pry tools to get at parts of you you didn’t want anyone to see…
The bottom of my glass wants to
show me how empty my future is
everything in this pub is slick
lacquered timber
Doug the tender wanders around polishing it all until it reflects the ocean
in a cadre of light that cause the patrons to squint as if they're all perpetually puzzled ...
#alcohol
82 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2022 7:47pm
25th Jun 2022 7:47pm
An aside note from some place i left in the dust
a reflection
of a reflection
of a reflection
scattered trash on the genetic highway
a man with clenched fists
a mans face snarled in rage
my face imposes as the next generation
shattered glass an inverted sky
sparkles of sharp stars
I drop to my knees to pray
screaming at the rending agony
of violence
of history's bloodied boot
soaked in distilled amnesia
to make the aged leather supple
licking droplets of my own blood
from the wicked curves of perditions razor
one last...
of a reflection
of a reflection
scattered trash on the genetic highway
a man with clenched fists
a mans face snarled in rage
my face imposes as the next generation
shattered glass an inverted sky
sparkles of sharp stars
I drop to my knees to pray
screaming at the rending agony
of violence
of history's bloodied boot
soaked in distilled amnesia
to make the aged leather supple
licking droplets of my own blood
from the wicked curves of perditions razor
one last...
#redemption
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2022 7:07pm
25th Jun 2022 7:07pm
Memories adrift, Fragment, Broken
Tall branches sway and rustle
blue skies and sunlight skim
amidst the scent of sap
lights flash as we run leap
and dash
between echoes of our own laughter
pine cone grenades lobbed
we dive for cover
behind aged trunks
escape toward the stream
ankle deep we prospect for
fool's gold
search for marron in the mud
kicking up sprays of ice cold water
rainbows arc in the air
happiness taken flight
we’re dancing
my brother and I
strip naked on the river bank
pine needles ...
blue skies and sunlight skim
amidst the scent of sap
lights flash as we run leap
and dash
between echoes of our own laughter
pine cone grenades lobbed
we dive for cover
behind aged trunks
escape toward the stream
ankle deep we prospect for
fool's gold
search for marron in the mud
kicking up sprays of ice cold water
rainbows arc in the air
happiness taken flight
we’re dancing
my brother and I
strip naked on the river bank
pine needles ...
#anger
#grief
#despair
53 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2022 11:20am
25th Jun 2022 11:20am
Box Full Of Matches
I've skated through this
torrid life
a pyro
stench of gasoline everywhere
ready and willing to ignite
to burn down in a blaze of fucking glory
I have this neat trick
place the match head down
on the striker
using the thumb of my left hand to hold it
flick it with my right
it flares
a shooting flame that dazzles
through the air
they come closer
to see the spectacle
unaware
unsuspecting
combusting on impact
I hold them as they igniite
my arms and chest a ...
torrid life
a pyro
stench of gasoline everywhere
ready and willing to ignite
to burn down in a blaze of fucking glory
I have this neat trick
place the match head down
on the striker
using the thumb of my left hand to hold it
flick it with my right
it flares
a shooting flame that dazzles
through the air
they come closer
to see the spectacle
unaware
unsuspecting
combusting on impact
I hold them as they igniite
my arms and chest a ...
#regret
#greed
#emptiness
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
After Child Support, Got Enough Left To Drink
The sweet taste of kerosene
and the draw of a hand rolled
cigarette
cold comforts of sad music
on the dancing machine
curl around my loss and try to nurse it
the way a mother clings to her stillborn
wishing there was a way to take it back
to undo harsh reality
and the lit match
but
burning bridges and crying over corpses
is a family tradition
another slug of the bottle
crushed the glass to feel it’s shards
slide into my hand
so I could hold its puckered flesh to the reader of palms
ask if my future...
and the draw of a hand rolled
cigarette
cold comforts of sad music
on the dancing machine
curl around my loss and try to nurse it
the way a mother clings to her stillborn
wishing there was a way to take it back
to undo harsh reality
and the lit match
but
burning bridges and crying over corpses
is a family tradition
another slug of the bottle
crushed the glass to feel it’s shards
slide into my hand
so I could hold its puckered flesh to the reader of palms
ask if my future...
#sadness
#conflict
#disappointment #separation
#disappointment #separation
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