Submissions by Nevermindthegaps
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2024 1:51pm
23rd Apr 2024 1:51pm
6x7
used to wondered if
you could leash a wolf
then I found the texture of your words
they hit me as a howl to a shrouded moon
a call to black urges that crawl
through the psyche in lycanthropic torment
the crackle of brush through the dark
when we run through the night
the waft of prey as we flee humanity
join the fray of our wilder natures
the scent of you
overpowers reason
I want to pin you to the ground
growl at your throat
until you yield
until you bend and twist
beneath my...
you could leash a wolf
then I found the texture of your words
they hit me as a howl to a shrouded moon
a call to black urges that crawl
through the psyche in lycanthropic torment
the crackle of brush through the dark
when we run through the night
the waft of prey as we flee humanity
join the fray of our wilder natures
the scent of you
overpowers reason
I want to pin you to the ground
growl at your throat
until you yield
until you bend and twist
beneath my...
#ForbiddenLove
#grief
#ignorance #temptation
#ignorance #temptation
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2024 1:49pm
23rd Apr 2024 1:49pm
5x7
I’ve always wanted to be able
to draw
to paint
to render in picture perfect portrait
a moment
so flowers will live forever
or as forever as the blades of the brush strokes cut into the canvass will last
but I remember that I’m careless with
with beauty and my clumsy hands
often cling too tight to make anything
more than a mess of it all
I’d still try
if it meant I could capture
the moment I broke your heart again
because even amidst the ravages of agony
you
you’re still beautiful ...
to draw
to paint
to render in picture perfect portrait
a moment
so flowers will live forever
or as forever as the blades of the brush strokes cut into the canvass will last
but I remember that I’m careless with
with beauty and my clumsy hands
often cling too tight to make anything
more than a mess of it all
I’d still try
if it meant I could capture
the moment I broke your heart again
because even amidst the ravages of agony
you
you’re still beautiful ...
#frustration
#heartbroken
#regret
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2024 10:22pm
22nd Apr 2024 10:22pm
3x7
3x7
it’s 3am again and my eyes are nailed open
by my own insomniac dementia
I mime a cigarette to my lips
old habits still come to the fore
when you’ve lost everything except
except the ability
to awake and drag your carcass
to work
because you made a commitment
you made it and now you have to suffer
for the art
I pretend to remember the time my ancestors
had time to think
to breathe
to do anything more than stare
at blinking cursors and flashing lights
my ADHD loves that light ...
it’s 3am again and my eyes are nailed open
by my own insomniac dementia
I mime a cigarette to my lips
old habits still come to the fore
when you’ve lost everything except
except the ability
to awake and drag your carcass
to work
because you made a commitment
you made it and now you have to suffer
for the art
I pretend to remember the time my ancestors
had time to think
to breathe
to do anything more than stare
at blinking cursors and flashing lights
my ADHD loves that light ...
#bittersweet
#disappointment
#regret
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2024 10:21pm
22nd Apr 2024 10:21pm
4x7
It’s been a while
a long while since I’ve sat and looked
spent the spinning moments of a coin
to snapshot a spark of joy amidst life’s chaos
clouds careen off the cragged peak
hills greened and flush with growth
as rain quenched thirst from dust and
brought life to the hills
sheep graze on the grass
the way I savour my first coffee
Corellas careen and squawk their din
at the flared yellow sun as it drowns in the
ocean
the irony of this is not lost behind the scene of white feathers, ostentatious head...
a long while since I’ve sat and looked
spent the spinning moments of a coin
to snapshot a spark of joy amidst life’s chaos
clouds careen off the cragged peak
hills greened and flush with growth
as rain quenched thirst from dust and
brought life to the hills
sheep graze on the grass
the way I savour my first coffee
Corellas careen and squawk their din
at the flared yellow sun as it drowns in the
ocean
the irony of this is not lost behind the scene of white feathers, ostentatious head...
#regret
#sadness
#TimeHeals
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2024 00:32am
22nd Apr 2024 00:32am
2x7
The entrance to winter has been slow this year
and I don’t know how to think
patterns and behaviours
have a way of repeating
repeating
grey haze of the sky clear evidence
that it’s too dark to see anything clear
all the therapy in the world
and I’m still trying to figure out the Fibonacci sequence of a broken heart duct tape won’t heal
some days I wish I could bury my aches
then sell the ground to be consecrated
by a priest that drinks too much
and doesn’t believe
because it’s all nothing...
and I don’t know how to think
patterns and behaviours
have a way of repeating
repeating
grey haze of the sky clear evidence
that it’s too dark to see anything clear
all the therapy in the world
and I’m still trying to figure out the Fibonacci sequence of a broken heart duct tape won’t heal
some days I wish I could bury my aches
then sell the ground to be consecrated
by a priest that drinks too much
and doesn’t believe
because it’s all nothing...
#admiration
#forgiveness
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2024 00:28am
22nd Apr 2024 00:28am
1x7
It’s always been this way
a doomsday apocalypse at first sight
as if falling head over heels
wasn’t just a cliche but a determined
saturation of life
breathing
eating
sleep
lust
sex
you.
maybe I’m just a stupid fuck who doesn’t understand language
or better yet I do
maybe too well
maybe not well enough
it’s all double think and parables anyway
you run through my thoughts
on any day that ends in y
and I’m too slow to catch up
and I don’t really want to ...
a doomsday apocalypse at first sight
as if falling head over heels
wasn’t just a cliche but a determined
saturation of life
breathing
eating
sleep
lust
sex
you.
maybe I’m just a stupid fuck who doesn’t understand language
or better yet I do
maybe too well
maybe not well enough
it’s all double think and parables anyway
you run through my thoughts
on any day that ends in y
and I’m too slow to catch up
and I don’t really want to ...
#gratitude
#relationships
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2022 12:12pm
18th Jul 2022 12:12pm
I lay here, content
there’s a ginger cat purring on my lap
my daughter snuggles in
paw patrol flashes in the back ground
her hand strokes my face
her head lying gently on my chest
such fragility in the arms of a bear
she smiles
kisses my cheek
her little fingers tear out my heart
rebuild
what was once an empty husk
my daughter snuggles in
paw patrol flashes in the back ground
her hand strokes my face
her head lying gently on my chest
such fragility in the arms of a bear
she smiles
kisses my cheek
her little fingers tear out my heart
rebuild
what was once an empty husk
#daughter
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jul 2022 7:40am
18th Jul 2022 7:40am
Not Intended But Where I Ended
If you had told me twenty years ago
I would be a writer of poetry
I would have glassed you in the face
used the shards to scratch
a stick figure family into the dry wall
explain that
that’s as much art as you’ll get from me
I can’t draw conclusions
can’t fold sentences into
absurdity and
thou art, about to get fucked up
my artistic streak
was in cracking bones
tearing into leather with rapid fire combinations
breaking down sparring partners
being able to hit so hard
I could injure ribs...
I would be a writer of poetry
I would have glassed you in the face
used the shards to scratch
a stick figure family into the dry wall
explain that
that’s as much art as you’ll get from me
I can’t draw conclusions
can’t fold sentences into
absurdity and
thou art, about to get fucked up
my artistic streak
was in cracking bones
tearing into leather with rapid fire combinations
breaking down sparring partners
being able to hit so hard
I could injure ribs...
#WritingPoetry
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2022 5:28am
17th Jul 2022 5:28am
Cold Turkey
I’ve been through withdrawals before
and no matter how many
times
it sucks
you see what you crave in every
speck of dust
every constant whispering moment
the echo of it
repeats
every time you take your mind off a task and sometimes
sometimes it slithers in
and you know the pain of eve
there’s something poetic
about the volcanic heave
and dry need
as it comes screaming from your pores
a demand in unrelenting want
it’s so simple to satiate
just let your body
stop listening to your...
and no matter how many
times
it sucks
you see what you crave in every
speck of dust
every constant whispering moment
the echo of it
repeats
every time you take your mind off a task and sometimes
sometimes it slithers in
and you know the pain of eve
there’s something poetic
about the volcanic heave
and dry need
as it comes screaming from your pores
a demand in unrelenting want
it’s so simple to satiate
just let your body
stop listening to your...
#addiction
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2022 3:56am
14th Jul 2022 3:56am
I should Have Been More
The air is icy
I normally shrug off the cold
in my hot blooded tattooed up
testosterone fuelled body
but I’ve taken damage this year
it’s like all the times I should have died
in the pubs and clubs
the fights and fury
the reckless drug addled youth
have caught up to me all at once
as I move
the
air
burns a little
like every shattered lover
has sent their sadness
through the ether to hover
over me
cry cold tears
on my exposed skin
I want to set fire to the...
I normally shrug off the cold
in my hot blooded tattooed up
testosterone fuelled body
but I’ve taken damage this year
it’s like all the times I should have died
in the pubs and clubs
the fights and fury
the reckless drug addled youth
have caught up to me all at once
as I move
the
air
burns a little
like every shattered lover
has sent their sadness
through the ether to hover
over me
cry cold tears
on my exposed skin
I want to set fire to the...
#regret
#grief
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2022 3:34pm
12th Jul 2022 3:34pm
Patchwork Brain Storming
I’ve drunk the flavour
of my own monsters
felt their piquant burn
deep in my kidneys
where it’s cold fire
and hot piss
I pause
ponder the precarious
thresholds we walk upon
steady foot falls are
the grounding that tether us to
terra-firma
lost track of the time I’ve needed
to buy back the trust I burnt
lies sometimes felt more real than
the door frame I smash my head against
in frustration
words won’t fall from my lips
choking me on delicious insanity
I lip...
of my own monsters
felt their piquant burn
deep in my kidneys
where it’s cold fire
and hot piss
I pause
ponder the precarious
thresholds we walk upon
steady foot falls are
the grounding that tether us to
terra-firma
lost track of the time I’ve needed
to buy back the trust I burnt
lies sometimes felt more real than
the door frame I smash my head against
in frustration
words won’t fall from my lips
choking me on delicious insanity
I lip...
#shame
#despair
#emptiness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2022 6:30am
11th Jul 2022 6:30am
It Appears In The Pattern Of Fibonacci, Isosceles triangles and tangents
when winter comes baring its cold teeth
I seek warmth
the hazy sky reflects grey depths
that sit just behind my eyes
it seems to trigger a migration
I started
with mathematics that has
rational answers
but I think Dostoyevsky said it best
when he said man was not a piano key
I try to find stars behind the clouds
galaxies and imagination
we all have to believe
with faith
because if you can’t believe
how can you realise your dreams
know what’s tangible
I get lost in my...
I seek warmth
the hazy sky reflects grey depths
that sit just behind my eyes
it seems to trigger a migration
I started
with mathematics that has
rational answers
but I think Dostoyevsky said it best
when he said man was not a piano key
I try to find stars behind the clouds
galaxies and imagination
we all have to believe
with faith
because if you can’t believe
how can you realise your dreams
know what’s tangible
I get lost in my...
#regret
#loneliness
#confusion
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