I sit here pretending to be creative,
but end up playing the same broken record
time after time
annoying myself with the 'verbal non-fluency' of a notion
when I all I really want to do
is bore holes in my head with the stylus
and whitewash the trite ambiguity
in dark grey pencil smudges
my brain just doesn’t hold up
under all the filth that's
caked in nooks and crannies like mildew inside
a poorly-lighted crawlspace,
causing me to count the elapsed moments
between one calculated breath to the next
-waiting alone in the wisdom of emptiness
Author notes
Ga te Ga te, Pa ra Ga te,
Pa ra sam Ga te,
Bodhi Swaha.
prompt:
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” ...
SYLVIA PLATH
A contest entry
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1400 points, ended December 1, 2008, 9 entries
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At first, the inability to say what needs to be said comes to mind, but as the poem progresses and it's more than just that, but about the fears within that need to be written, but can't be. If you boring into your cranium helps, let me know, I need that little trick done on me too. Nicely written.
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So far I haven't found a guaranteed method to accurately extract the emotions that leave me perhaps a lil more than apprehensive in revealing. For me it is also the aftermath of writing about such that has me concerned. Sometimes I find myself reliving unpleasant events or dredging up emotions that I rather not dwell on. When I write about such things I become emotionally exhausted. Sometimes I wonder if writing about turmoil etc is more harmful than good since I end up dwelling on the negative aspects of my life. Perhaps the past is best left in the past?
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my brain just doesn’t hold up
under all the filth that's
caked in nooks and crannies like mildew inside
a poorly-lighted crawlspace,
causing me to count the elapsed moments
between one calculated breath to the next
-waiting alone in the wisdom of emptiness. ...
that takes the quote, for me personally , to a whole other level of understanding ... thank you so much for your time and talent in this contest ...
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thank you for your kind words. This was how I personally related to the quote.
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Ok... You have the quote at the bottom... So! Kick your enemy in the crotch! Self-doubt, BEGONE! We all feel like this from time to time, it's just a matter of letting the doubts win. You just can't. Good write on the oftentimes difficult world of writing. I understand the emotions here entirely.
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thank you for your violence advocating words
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