We All Have Something We Can’t Get Out  

Hello,

This poem caught my attention right away, I like the strong forwardness. The way you were able to converse with the lines about some essential matters that any person has encountered. Poetry can indeed be that (safe) space!
I enjoyed the read,
Rianne

Thanks Ri, I appreciate the stop by and message glad you enjoyed

Regards Gaps

I have a dead letter box.

Poems going nowhere go there.

I don't throw them away. I save them for the word combinations. The poem might not work, but these 2 words do.

Eventually,  ultimately,  the ideas come out. I may have written 100's of attempts.

That sounds about right for most writers, things just don’t sit well or feel like they’re working walk away and come back to them with fresh eyes and a little more time things come to us that either make it work or we cannibalise for the next write,

Or it just stays a thought that could have been

Oh… fuck… YES!

This line is fucking life:
“use the skull cap as an ink-well    
your life blood as ink”

That image is so stark and beautiful, ugh! I love it!!


But your let-loose, shoot the fuckers in the face, the antipathy and simmer in here is (chef’s kiss). The disdain for the groupies, the phonies, and the self, especially the self,  for force-fucking words, and calling it lovemaking….  just… yes!

This glurt of text is the shit:  

“just double entendres filled with classical lies    
that taste like bullshit you’d spoon feed    
to ass-kissers and cynics  
sprinkled with cliches  
that fall from your mind as easy    
as “sun dappled dew drops”  
to clunk lifeless and forlorn    
on A4  
reeking of posterity and lingering tobacco    
smoke on yellow stained fingers”

But wait! There’s more!

This: the sneer in this is precious
“just double entendres filled with classical lies    
that taste like bullshit you’d spoon feed    
to ass-kissers and cynics  
sprinkled with cliches”

Jesus this is a dick kick to the sycophants who air kiss an applaud a lack of originality. YES!  

“that fall from your mind as easy    
as “sun dappled dew drops”  “


This phrase may have never existed in the world. And fuck. It belongs here.

“reeking of posterity and lingering tobacco    
smoke on yellow stained fingers”


Kickass shit.

Ok, first up how do you respond to a comment full of praise and love of your writing when it’s one of your favourite people doing the praising?

And yeah some pieces we probably shouldn’t write until we’re past a certain point and we can depict it sans the cliche.

I want to connect with a write when I read it, I want to feel it take over my mind space and exhale at the end because I was holding my breath.

Make me feel it please.

We don’t always get it right as writers but I think that’s what we should aim for.

I can't get anything out these day's, so I say nothing or just tweak what I said years ago.

Absolutely agree with you. Shout it from the roof tops 👌
Thank you for putting this out there Mr gaps.

It’s a pity you can’t get anything out, I enjoy your older writes that you edit and or just post. Still poetry can be fickle and sometimes it’s about what needs to be said more than what we want to say.

I’ll use prompts to push a piece or create one from scratch but for the most part the best things I’ve said came from a place of needing to say it.

Thanks for stopping by Mag’s

What I really love about this one is how it begins exactly as it ends and can be read backwards. There's a symbolic form there that is very much in line with the theme. You can read this from the bottom line to the top and it still makes sense. Seriously, try it, poems don't always do that!