Submissions by Nevermindthegaps
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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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Behind The Words Upon The Screen
The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.
I watch as she writes words
that slice deeper
than razors I used to slide
upon my flesh
opened up a litany of screams from onlookers
as if to bleed your soul onto canvass
is to be feared
it’s just hurt and once it leaves
all that’s left is a hole
where the pain was
sometimes you cut so deep
to reveal the masterpiece
and thick mosaic of scars ...
I watch as she writes words
that slice deeper
than razors I used to slide
upon my flesh
opened up a litany of screams from onlookers
as if to bleed your soul onto canvass
is to be feared
it’s just hurt and once it leaves
all that’s left is a hole
where the pain was
sometimes you cut so deep
to reveal the masterpiece
and thick mosaic of scars ...
#shadows
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Anchors, Shipwrecks And Islands
I’ve always been a vortex
of pain and suffering
a flirtatious wood-chipper
a pyromaniac
an island that looks like salvation
but the shores are too shallow
despite the bounty appearing to be
within your grasp
the wreckages off my coast….
the body count is high
poetically
literally
I keep inviting them in
set up a light house
set up a homestead
with plastic smiling people
All i am is a lonely desert
there’s no water
no...
of pain and suffering
a flirtatious wood-chipper
a pyromaniac
an island that looks like salvation
but the shores are too shallow
despite the bounty appearing to be
within your grasp
the wreckages off my coast….
the body count is high
poetically
literally
I keep inviting them in
set up a light house
set up a homestead
with plastic smiling people
All i am is a lonely desert
there’s no water
no...
#shame
#disappointment
#emptiness
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Did Three Quotes (long as hell)

#anger
#dark
#shame #emptiness
#shame #emptiness
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Take Me
it’s not often I feel this
vulnerable
where I feel naked
when clothed
where your gaze is too much and I
feel small
you laugh
take my exposure and wrap it around your little finger
straddle my lap
press your forehead to mine
smile and tell me
to lay back and let you
let you take care of me
I sigh
because I’m always on top
always in control
and some days
it’s too much
I think you can smell the struggle on me
you slide my jeans down
slide me in you
hot wet...
vulnerable
where I feel naked
when clothed
where your gaze is too much and I
feel small
you laugh
take my exposure and wrap it around your little finger
straddle my lap
press your forehead to mine
smile and tell me
to lay back and let you
let you take care of me
I sigh
because I’m always on top
always in control
and some days
it’s too much
I think you can smell the struggle on me
you slide my jeans down
slide me in you
hot wet...
#lust
#erotic
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I Broke The Truth, Because It’s Hotter That Way Sometimes
Lines of light are cut
with horizontal black
from the Roman blinds
the tousle of your hair
a cascade of lies spoken at dinner
that we weren’t fucking tonight
your reminder that I’m a liar
white dress crumpled to the floor
traces of your delicate flesh
on my fingers as they slip
deftly into hollow caverns
your sigh in my ear a truth
that ignites a body that was desperate
to tell you
that we’re not going there tonight
I go down like the setting sun
a slow crash into the cry of...
with horizontal black
from the Roman blinds
the tousle of your hair
a cascade of lies spoken at dinner
that we weren’t fucking tonight
your reminder that I’m a liar
white dress crumpled to the floor
traces of your delicate flesh
on my fingers as they slip
deftly into hollow caverns
your sigh in my ear a truth
that ignites a body that was desperate
to tell you
that we’re not going there tonight
I go down like the setting sun
a slow crash into the cry of...
#lust
#hypocrisy
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Some Days You Don’t Get What You Deserve
you are dark
sleazy music
that makes the hips grind
the type of music
that resounds in your chest
like a second heartbeat
and slinks its way
down
sultry seduction
you seem to be a sapiophile
however intelligence only goes so far
when we get to being more naked than skin
it would appear you want
a beast that shreds clothes
owns your body
someone you can crawl to
that understands the need to clamp down
with teeth in the hiss and moans of release
this moment adrenal fuelled ...
sleazy music
that makes the hips grind
the type of music
that resounds in your chest
like a second heartbeat
and slinks its way
down
sultry seduction
you seem to be a sapiophile
however intelligence only goes so far
when we get to being more naked than skin
it would appear you want
a beast that shreds clothes
owns your body
someone you can crawl to
that understands the need to clamp down
with teeth in the hiss and moans of release
this moment adrenal fuelled ...
#lust
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She Saved Me
adrenaline dumps
past time of the primitive
where the lizard brain drains thought
shapes reason with two options
fight or flee
me
I always chose to fight
revelled in the might
fists on flesh
a surge that makes the
brain purge itself
drunks
punks
skaters
I didn't care
I wasn't scared
I would fight anyone
a mad pitbull fully trained
giving no fucks
fought a giant
6ft 11
420 pounds
still remember the sound
of his head hitting asphalt
and...
past time of the primitive
where the lizard brain drains thought
shapes reason with two options
fight or flee
me
I always chose to fight
revelled in the might
fists on flesh
a surge that makes the
brain purge itself
drunks
punks
skaters
I didn't care
I wasn't scared
I would fight anyone
a mad pitbull fully trained
giving no fucks
fought a giant
6ft 11
420 pounds
still remember the sound
of his head hitting asphalt
and...
#daughter
#fatherhood
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Pub 1 excerpts from a bouncers life
In the midst of Slums-Ville
glasses are plastic after 8
too many people going home
with extra holes in their face
this was not the place
for some metrosexual
with an outback beer fetish
this was for the lowly wage earners
who earned respect with their fists
their feet
the women drank blood laced vodka
duct tape held the front window together
Al Sat in the corner
shoulders bulging some boulderous mass
nicknamed ashtray for smashing them
on his own head when he was pissed
a place for...
glasses are plastic after 8
too many people going home
with extra holes in their face
this was not the place
for some metrosexual
with an outback beer fetish
this was for the lowly wage earners
who earned respect with their fists
their feet
the women drank blood laced vodka
duct tape held the front window together
Al Sat in the corner
shoulders bulging some boulderous mass
nicknamed ashtray for smashing them
on his own head when he was pissed
a place for...
#alcohol
#addiction
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Dark Memories and Demons
asphalt melts
black puddles of shimmering haze
the gaze of two teens rest on
a lonely child as he pedals
clacks of pegged jokers
clatter
on the spokes of the rear tyre
their approach is a hollering rush
of violence
they beat his face with fists and feet
he trudges home head down
shuffle steps
bruises blossoming
gutter stains burnt in with the heat
tears drown out his sight
where’s your bike boy
the gravel crunch speaks in...
black puddles of shimmering haze
the gaze of two teens rest on
a lonely child as he pedals
clacks of pegged jokers
clatter
on the spokes of the rear tyre
their approach is a hollering rush
of violence
they beat his face with fists and feet
he trudges home head down
shuffle steps
bruises blossoming
gutter stains burnt in with the heat
tears drown out his sight
where’s your bike boy
the gravel crunch speaks in...
#anger
#disappointment
#fear
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And So

#dirty
#orgasm
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Things I’ve Injured This Year
punched my signature
into 6mm plate-steel
broke my right hand in three places
shattered the knuckle
needs surgery
told to have 6 weeks off
walked back into work
6 hours later
swelling won’t go down
my pain doesn’t matter
never has
tore the facia in my left heel
partially off the bone ...
into 6mm plate-steel
broke my right hand in three places
shattered the knuckle
needs surgery
told to have 6 weeks off
walked back into work
6 hours later
swelling won’t go down
my pain doesn’t matter
never has
tore the facia in my left heel
partially off the bone ...
#hurt
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