this urge....

this urge....

A Poem by ChemicalMadness

i peeled the bandages
off of 
yesterday
     winced at
     words wasted 
and it stung like
venomous sin
     fresh wounds begging
     irrigation

thoughts squandered
     sentences staggered 
          tenses tripped
passages never freed
to flow
     enumerate
     enunciate
all of it gone
     inspiration flushed     
     and passed
     away

this weeks words wasted
and i’m washed up
like
     rain
droplets wandering
     in diminishing tracks
urging
every pane
     
outside
the words beg
to be let back
in
fingers sliding between
     the cracks
     of my frame
pushing doors
stressing hinges
     scraping the threshold
     
my words want
this page

but i need 
     you 
to run through 
these lines
          pause at my spaces
find yourself 
               in the 
               quiet
of those 
     in-between places

turn the corners
     mark the pages
give me passage
               assuage
these aches

let me know
     these words
     are not just
          awake
not simple somethings
     discarded like
     lies
but taken (true)
     swallowed whole
loose     
          to travel like
          wonder
                    through your
                    veins
                    irrigating 
yesterday’s wounds
again

© 2014 ChemicalMadness


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This is very beautiful! I wish I had written it. There's so much feeling behind it. Thanks for writing this!

Posted 6 Years Ago


outside
the words beg
to be let back
in
fingers sliding between
the cracks
of my frame
pushing doors
stressing hinges
scraping the threshold

OH GOOD LORD this is poetry. not a word wasted - every single one felt and absorbed in this piece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Love this....

let me know
these words
are not just
awake
not simple somethings
discarded like
lies
but taken (true)
swallowed whole
loose

This is a really great piece !!

Posted 9 Years Ago


let me know
these words
are not just
awake
not simple somethings
discarded like
lies
but taken (true)
swallowed whole

This poem, is like rain-- the painful sort-- falling across the page-- suffocating-- it is hard enough to breathe, much less to speak, when the words you say are not taken for thier true meaning. What is the purpose of expression, if the listener is not listening... what is truth, if it has already been preconceived... Communication is all we have-- we use every form of it, and every form, must be listened to, to understand...

CM, this poem is incredible... I could pick out so so many, favorite passages...

my words want
this page

but i need
you
to run through
these lines
pause at my spaces
find yourself
in the
quiet

Posted 9 Years Ago


I like how you put the poetic voice as a blank piece of paper wanting to be known and renewed...excellent cocktail of thoughts/literary tools here...

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is the second time today that I've hit this paradox. How anyone can write such stupendous poetry about not being able to write.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ugh, rip my heart out. It's ok. I have another one.
Like your "style". Good writing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

9 Years Ago

thank you!
CM.
A bloody watering hole this is, beautiful, although the images are a wee bit raw, not sure anyone else could have taken such a gaping wound and make it sound so romantically essential to living with the pain.
great stuff, as always CM :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

9 Years Ago

I'm glad you enjoyed....this one was about many things for me...so I'm glad you found something ther.. read more
i really like your use of alliteration in this...

and i love the idea of words begging to get let in...more want to come, but the speaker wants the other to absorb the words already written...irrigate the wounds again...which i take to mean...start the healing process...i also really like the idea of having the other person find his or herself in the spaces...between the words, in what is not said, but implied.
i really like this piece. nicely done.

jacob

Posted 9 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

9 Years Ago

Appreciate the feedback, Jacob. I was worried this was a touch too long....but there wasn't anythin.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

longer than your usual...but it all works and there are no unnecessary parts...

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