Submissions by Nevermindthegaps
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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You f**king Asked For It

#lust
146 reads
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God Of f**k

#erotic
#orgasm
209 reads
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Pass The Bottle, I'm Still Alive In Here
Draped in the scent of cheap booze and a scar spangled banner
of self recriminations
I rose from the ashes of my last hangover,
an unboxed compass lost to wayward seas
where I found the hidden place beauty hails from
it whispers a soft seduction
an echo of femininity
of wild passion
a hint of salt
between the plumes of smoke
and the soft click of a switchblade
is her rogue caress
it’s serpentine
twisting my guts like a knot tied by a veteran sailor
trying to ensure the anchor will hold to the ocean...
of self recriminations
I rose from the ashes of my last hangover,
an unboxed compass lost to wayward seas
where I found the hidden place beauty hails from
it whispers a soft seduction
an echo of femininity
of wild passion
a hint of salt
between the plumes of smoke
and the soft click of a switchblade
is her rogue caress
it’s serpentine
twisting my guts like a knot tied by a veteran sailor
trying to ensure the anchor will hold to the ocean...
#alcohol
#addiction
#temptation
193 reads
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I Stopped To Share Your Grief
I try to curl my hands
around darkness
hold back
the inevitability of night
as if my will
petty as it is
can sway cosmic balances
I know nothing about
all I am is a man
simple
inelegant
but if I could hold you
just enough
to share the weight
that drags you down from loss
then maybe it won’t pull you
into fathomless depths
I know
you don’t need anyone to depend on
I can’t be your rock
don’t have it in me
but I can hold you
through some of your pain ...
around darkness
hold back
the inevitability of night
as if my will
petty as it is
can sway cosmic balances
I know nothing about
all I am is a man
simple
inelegant
but if I could hold you
just enough
to share the weight
that drags you down from loss
then maybe it won’t pull you
into fathomless depths
I know
you don’t need anyone to depend on
I can’t be your rock
don’t have it in me
but I can hold you
through some of your pain ...
#sadness
#grief
#courage
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Saving My Sanity, One f**k At A Time
your silence
cuts
through the bullshit.
makes me take stock of the solid
makes me realise reality bends to no mans will but blooms like wild flowers.
The scent of honey and nectar
sweet against the torture
of a predilection for bitter
coffee on your tongue.
Sparks can be grounded
can be discharged
can peter-out
but I prefer the explosion of two
opposing forces colliding together
in the wet.
we form to each others
kinks and desires
malleable
breathless
the ripple...
cuts
through the bullshit.
makes me take stock of the solid
makes me realise reality bends to no mans will but blooms like wild flowers.
The scent of honey and nectar
sweet against the torture
of a predilection for bitter
coffee on your tongue.
Sparks can be grounded
can be discharged
can peter-out
but I prefer the explosion of two
opposing forces colliding together
in the wet.
we form to each others
kinks and desires
malleable
breathless
the ripple...
#addiction
#temptation
#orgasm
242 reads
2 Comments
Shots, Shots, And Aftermath Realisations
I’ve always wondered why
violence tastes like
crumbled cigarettes in ashtrays…..
The sound of swept glass
swishes and clinks
bells played by tinkerbelle gone rogue
each scrape and tinkle is met with a silence as red as my eye
as swollen as Jim’s head
as black as Dave’s balls
The sweet scent of peach schnapps lingers on my polo shirt
its collar torn
and stretched
I’m nursing a pint that consists of
three quarters Cuervo and a quarter of
the last dregs of my sanity
Jason sits there...
violence tastes like
crumbled cigarettes in ashtrays…..
The sound of swept glass
swishes and clinks
bells played by tinkerbelle gone rogue
each scrape and tinkle is met with a silence as red as my eye
as swollen as Jim’s head
as black as Dave’s balls
The sweet scent of peach schnapps lingers on my polo shirt
its collar torn
and stretched
I’m nursing a pint that consists of
three quarters Cuervo and a quarter of
the last dregs of my sanity
Jason sits there...
#alcohol
#shame
#UnrequitedLove
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Time Is A Grinding Wheel, Till We're Nothing But Ash
KA
he whispers, with a half smirk
because fate is a rugged charming bastard
who glows the coal-fire of a cigarette
plumes of smoke are
wishes from the ashtray
they disappear into nothing
a million molecules
blown to pieces
the same as doc, from the buck of a .380
only the wisp of smoke swirled from the hole then disappeared
the rest
a torrent
a smear
a stain
the stench of shit and bad blood
lost in time
for now he was numb
three fifths of his blood stream whiskey
she was brooding...
he whispers, with a half smirk
because fate is a rugged charming bastard
who glows the coal-fire of a cigarette
plumes of smoke are
wishes from the ashtray
they disappear into nothing
a million molecules
blown to pieces
the same as doc, from the buck of a .380
only the wisp of smoke swirled from the hole then disappeared
the rest
a torrent
a smear
a stain
the stench of shit and bad blood
lost in time
for now he was numb
three fifths of his blood stream whiskey
she was brooding...
#regret
#shame
#emptiness
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Children of The Poor, Bleed For The Sins Of Their Parents
Silence is cut
with the razor-stepped stagger of an animal
un-caged
echoes of harsh breathing
hack my lungs
the exquisite taste of fear's salted sweat
runs down onto my lip
his belt dangles from the raw shake
of his clenched fist
dragging, it hisses, buckle clinking
a rattle snakes tail
full of drunken venom
tears buy no reprieve here,
bite your god damn tongue
wait for him to lay in and lash on
because he wants to inhale the terror,
I'm sure it makes him feel a man
just like his...
with the razor-stepped stagger of an animal
un-caged
echoes of harsh breathing
hack my lungs
the exquisite taste of fear's salted sweat
runs down onto my lip
his belt dangles from the raw shake
of his clenched fist
dragging, it hisses, buckle clinking
a rattle snakes tail
full of drunken venom
tears buy no reprieve here,
bite your god damn tongue
wait for him to lay in and lash on
because he wants to inhale the terror,
I'm sure it makes him feel a man
just like his...
#sadness
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
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Ghosts of Passed Moments, Interlaced With Now
I'm bleeding nightmares
from my right eye
as I stare at the state life has brought
to once powerful fingers
few men in my life have scared me,
fewer still have I respected,
respected in an earnest attempt to emulate what I believe
masculinity should be
even though I knew you were broken
there was strength in insanity
because you strode like a giant
bellowed war chants at 4am
slamming shelves through screaming blades
throwing boards around most normal men struggled to lift
threw them as if they were...
from my right eye
as I stare at the state life has brought
to once powerful fingers
few men in my life have scared me,
fewer still have I respected,
respected in an earnest attempt to emulate what I believe
masculinity should be
even though I knew you were broken
there was strength in insanity
because you strode like a giant
bellowed war chants at 4am
slamming shelves through screaming blades
throwing boards around most normal men struggled to lift
threw them as if they were...
#anger
#grief
#admiration
210 reads
4 Comments
Desire For The Right Recipe
scent of bread
drifts lazily
lined loaves sit cooling on the counter
I reach out
take one
rich crust cracks beneath my searching fingers
a light steam rises as the next batch
are slid into the oven
you tutt at my indiscretion
shaking your head with a knowing smirk
there's flour in your hair
a wisp of white
a small bead of sweat trickles down you brow
you absently wipe it away with the back of your hand
and I realise what its like
to break like bread
rise with steam and...
drifts lazily
lined loaves sit cooling on the counter
I reach out
take one
rich crust cracks beneath my searching fingers
a light steam rises as the next batch
are slid into the oven
you tutt at my indiscretion
shaking your head with a knowing smirk
there's flour in your hair
a wisp of white
a small bead of sweat trickles down you brow
you absently wipe it away with the back of your hand
and I realise what its like
to break like bread
rise with steam and...
#sensual
#temptation
#passion
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A Silent Prayer To A God Who Politely Excused himself From The Room
I lost the will to travel the world,
collecting scraps of lost wisdom from ramshackle ruins because I got a cheap run at the blackjack table.
Leaving the slides I’d have shown
as ghosts,
things in the past
where hindsight is 20/20
because the gamblers run is short lived...
you know what I mean though
investing in mythical thinking like goldman and sachs on a blue chip prospect
what if I was a fire that never went out, never budged an inch,
a hiss from the crack in the sunburnt sidewalk
mid summer, where every street corner is...
collecting scraps of lost wisdom from ramshackle ruins because I got a cheap run at the blackjack table.
Leaving the slides I’d have shown
as ghosts,
things in the past
where hindsight is 20/20
because the gamblers run is short lived...
you know what I mean though
investing in mythical thinking like goldman and sachs on a blue chip prospect
what if I was a fire that never went out, never budged an inch,
a hiss from the crack in the sunburnt sidewalk
mid summer, where every street corner is...
#shadows
#confusion
#tragedy
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Imbibing The Medicated State Of Mind
Should I believe in the morality of grey areas and nuanced reasons, or should I
tear it down in a fire of my own
cognitive dissonance?
let thoughts fight to the death on a
chess board that doesn't think
in black and white squares.
I ask alcohol what she thinks...
sit
Find revelry in
swilling problems around
manmade ice while
pouring my life into millimetres of glass.
the buzz in my brain speaks loud and incessant
“checkmate mother fucker,”
then, “look up,“
I stare at the ceiling
wonder if God knows I’m...
tear it down in a fire of my own
cognitive dissonance?
let thoughts fight to the death on a
chess board that doesn't think
in black and white squares.
I ask alcohol what she thinks...
sit
Find revelry in
swilling problems around
manmade ice while
pouring my life into millimetres of glass.
the buzz in my brain speaks loud and incessant
“checkmate mother fucker,”
then, “look up,“
I stare at the ceiling
wonder if God knows I’m...
#anger
#alcohol
#emptiness
210 reads
6 Comments
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