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The Road
A looseleaf of loose ends, tethering poems
A few reasons you left together alone
And whether I've grown depends on the evidence shown
Or the reverence of better friends who'd set it in stone..
Old flames and venomous thoughts
Cold veins and treacherous loss
Envious of the emptiness, growth-pained reckoner scoffs..
No shame, no blame, so strange the texture is off..
I don't feel the same anymore..
Claim denial, threatening violence
Hollow and vile, heckling tyrant
Feign a smile for deafening silence
Followed for miles by beckoning sirens
And I don't think it's an ambulance..
Meander through the noise in my head
These answers, few, and choices have fled..
Powerless and out of control
Countless, insurmountable souls
Cowered to a mountain of tolls
And gave up on the voices ahead...
Even though it's taken it's toll, keep focused, stay on the road
Keep going, stay in control, try to keep from swerving out of it
The noises in my head are getting louder, turn it down a bit..
Screw it, turn the music up; medicate and loosen up
Meditate and use it, plus, in truth, I love the sound of it..
Veins full of venom, my injustice grew from the paper
Once what was destructive, now productive use of my anger..
Trust was corrupted, and such is proof of the danger
Once love is a substance, what comforts you is a razor..
Cut back on the poisons that keep threatening your sanity
Run ragged by choices in this menacing calamity..
Brace for the reckoning, every second is damaging
Embrace all that's vacant, that's all you take from it, vanity
Some hollow existence.. Follow the resistance
And break the chains you wallow in to swallow up the distance
Evolution of a coup.. Groups that grew apart
Proof is a best-kept illusion, revolution's in the art
And that's not a revolution, it's true.. But it's a start..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Published 5th Jan 2013
| Edited 10th Feb 2013
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5th Jan 2013 8:52pm
6th Jan 2013 9:31pm
I n t e n s e !...to say the least, but such an out-pouring of honest feelings from your very soul to your heart, to your thoughts, and then to pen, and finally to paper.
I have re-read your poem soo many times, and with each, and every reading, I seem to discover that it is filled with multiple, layered meanings--all adding special quality to this truly remarkable piece.
I sense that perhaps this writing deals with a personal loss--of love(or a loved-one)--and how deeply, emotionally speaking, that loss affected the poet(you, maybe?). But, more importantly, it expresses how the author learned to cope with how all those extreme emotions made him feel...not wanting to accept the loss--anger directed towards the other individual, may be,("claim denial,threatening violence"),the emptiness,the loss of self-control,the helplessness, and even the false sense of nonchalance("feign a smile for deafening silence")...and then beginning to move on with life in the second stanza.
What really is so outstanding about this particular poem, are the analogies that you constructed between the out-of-controll, disconnected emotions of the writer,and the loose-leaf notebook pages, and the healing process as a challenging journey down a road that requires focus and determination to follow its course.
The line, "once love is a substance, what comforts you is a razor..." is just soo absolutely true, to be sure--the "addiction" overwhelmingly complete, the withdrawl symptoms at its loss so unbearable that wanting release--even through self-injury--is all that is desired. This single line, alone, is the one that will always remain in mind.
Thank you for sharing this poem, and your creative gift, with us! You are an amazing "artist" with words!
Sioncha'in leat,
Enchantress
I have re-read your poem soo many times, and with each, and every reading, I seem to discover that it is filled with multiple, layered meanings--all adding special quality to this truly remarkable piece.
I sense that perhaps this writing deals with a personal loss--of love(or a loved-one)--and how deeply, emotionally speaking, that loss affected the poet(you, maybe?). But, more importantly, it expresses how the author learned to cope with how all those extreme emotions made him feel...not wanting to accept the loss--anger directed towards the other individual, may be,("claim denial,threatening violence"),the emptiness,the loss of self-control,the helplessness, and even the false sense of nonchalance("feign a smile for deafening silence")...and then beginning to move on with life in the second stanza.
What really is so outstanding about this particular poem, are the analogies that you constructed between the out-of-controll, disconnected emotions of the writer,and the loose-leaf notebook pages, and the healing process as a challenging journey down a road that requires focus and determination to follow its course.
The line, "once love is a substance, what comforts you is a razor..." is just soo absolutely true, to be sure--the "addiction" overwhelmingly complete, the withdrawl symptoms at its loss so unbearable that wanting release--even through self-injury--is all that is desired. This single line, alone, is the one that will always remain in mind.
Thank you for sharing this poem, and your creative gift, with us! You are an amazing "artist" with words!
Sioncha'in leat,
Enchantress
7th Jan 2013 3:30am
Wow.. I have never been given such thoughtful feedback! Thanks for reading it, and seeing it for what it is. I've been doing my best to work through some very challenging life experiences. Art is my biggest coping mechanism, so I really appreciate it when someone takes the time out of their own lives to sit through a moment of mine.
7th Jan 2013 11:09pm
You are more than welcome! It was a pleasure to read, and comment on this poem! This piece speaks to deep, intense emotions that I have experienced myself, and "sharing",vicariously, similar emotions--so honestly expressed--brings comfort and hope, to be certain, not only to me but to all readers who may be facing difficulties in their own lives.
Please continue to write,and share, your special creative gift, for there will always be those readers--somewhere--whose lives will be positively impacted by your written words.
Enchantress
Please continue to write,and share, your special creative gift, for there will always be those readers--somewhere--whose lives will be positively impacted by your written words.
Enchantress
21st Jan 2013 11:08pm
Yes, it has an impact. I often forget my pain from past trials. My thoughts and emotions and how I learned to cope. I have never lost anyone physically, but emotionally, yes.
"Once what was destructive, now productive use of my anger../Trust was corrupted, and such is proof of the danger" really hit me. I have felt that anger. It's scary. Maybe I'll write about it, though it's probably better to forget. To let go. Would anyone benefit from hearing it? I don't think it's healthy to dwell on past anger that has already been dispelled.
"Once what was destructive, now productive use of my anger../Trust was corrupted, and such is proof of the danger" really hit me. I have felt that anger. It's scary. Maybe I'll write about it, though it's probably better to forget. To let go. Would anyone benefit from hearing it? I don't think it's healthy to dwell on past anger that has already been dispelled.
30th Jan 2013 2:59am
I hear you.. I'm still working on purging my poisons. Thank you for reading!
31st Jan 2014 5:16am
21st Apr 2014 1:31am
I love the way you go really fast, then slow down or stop to emphasize certain points or words. This is amazing.
21st Apr 2014 1:21pm
