Letter Letting

By Queazenart

The letters on this screen,
Plastered like pieces of a mural,
Take too much time and space
In order to describe absolutely nothing.
They come rolling out in waves
Before splashing in flashes
Onto my tired, anxious face.

It's a cycle.
This game I play with myself-
Waiting and wanting-
Until it cuts swathes right out of me.
It's an exhausting process.
This search for the right moment
That never seems to come
And an augury that's not becoming any clearer.

The ink is lain onto this page
Like blood spilled from my punctured veins.
It's useless, really,
Since I know you're never going to see them.
I can still dream, though.
In my dreams you understand
And that's all it takes to make me feel better.

I'm spitting lettersĀ 
Through the tiny gaps in my teeth
And seeing if they stick together
To form the words I want them to.
If they don't- Fine.
I have a million sentences I'm trying to fulfil.
If they do- Finally!
I can at last mark something off this endless checklist.

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Copyright 2016 Queazenart
Published on Saturday, April 16, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: Really like this poem a lot. i can't really pinpoint what exactly it is about this poem i appreciate, but there were a couple lines that stuck out to me like, "I'm spitting letters/Through the tiny gaps in my teeth." Great poem!

  • Anna McCarra On Wednesday, January 11, 2017, Anna McCarra (411)By person wrote:

    There's so much personality in this poem, and your voice really comes through. The way you wrote it certainly invites a certain cadence when it's read. It's a mini poetic monologue, really. Scholar

  • 10 Forty Three On Wednesday, October 5, 2016, 10 Forty Three (752)By person wrote:

    I really liked the wordplay in this one . Great poem. - 10:43

  • dwells On Sunday, April 17, 2016, dwells (5694)By person wrote:

    We write because... Personally I think it might be a subconscious appeal to a collective consciousness (now I sound like I'm from California). OR, maybe a small attempt at a modest immortality. Nevertheless, enjoyed sharing your thoughts, even if were not on the same wavelength Queaz. Cheers! - Dan

  • Queazenart On Sunday, April 17, 2016, Queazenart (235)By person wrote:

    Well, thanks for the interesting insight, dwells. Personally, I write to make sense of the madness going on in my life and my head... So, yeah, a little different XD.

  • tmanzano On Saturday, April 16, 2016, tmanzano (226)By person wrote:

    I cannot describe how intensely I read this. It is remarkable, the feelings I share with this piece. The muse I chase to chase down never settles in time to capture the line, sentence, word, thought, fear, dream, anger.... so much so I may die one day from it. Wonderfully written. It be my poets lament. 10

  • tmanzano On Saturday, April 16, 2016, tmanzano (226)By person wrote:

    Book marked...

  • CoffeeBreak On Saturday, April 16, 2016, CoffeeBreak (26)By person wrote:

    This was great. Reminded me of all the times i would write "to" someone, even put so much time into, though my eyes were the only that saw it. Manic feeling, well done.

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