cutting loose

Thursday 19th November 2015 7:32 pm (first posted Saturday 15th August 2015 10:40 pm)

white noise

and static fuzz

fill the void

where voices

haunt the

dark matter

exclaiming marks

lie undetected

a kuiper belt

of crowded words

beyond our reach

under sky scraping

capital letters

scars upon stars

running deeper

with volume up

lights full beam

searing hot

the crash and burn

of every dream

of every spaced out

junkie waking

to yet another

cold sweat day

and cutting loose

inside the space

the umbilical

life support

oxygen cord

last resort

and floating free

into the quiet abyss

of equilibrium

words and pictures ©Colsibabes 2015

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<Deleted User> (13762)

Wed 19th Aug 2015 19:37

thanks for your thoughts RM, especially regards my writing style. Advice on writing often says 'read as much as possible' but instinct shouts 'don't read anything else as it will influence your writing style'. When I was younger this was very much the case, anything I read I un/consciously copied (with a few exceptions). It doesn't seem to be too much of a problem nowadays.

I use a notebook for the occasional writing down of thoughts, words, lines etc - it will be forgotten otherwise - but 99% of my work is straight onto the laptop - meaning I don't get to doodle and scribble like I used to - which is a shame - although once my son heads off to university in September I'm hoping to regain some space for drawing and illustration.

thanks again for reading and re-reading my work, I will likewise with yours continue - your comments / rambles are always appreciated.

<Deleted User> (13947)

Wed 19th Aug 2015 17:32

I will absolutely check those out. And thanks for the compliment on the title. It's how I feel when my mind gets like that. I can't tell if it is good or bad when I "crumble" like that. I wonder sometimes if the pieces that seem to be flaking and falling off are the good or the bad? If they are "crumbling" off of me, do I really need them anyway? For a long time I just thought since they were a part of me I should hold on to them with tightly closed fists...now I am not so sure. And I am rambling...which I tend to do a lot of. You mentioned that when you went in search of the other mentioned poem you found that it was just pages and pages of doodles and garbled thoughts and I can totally get that. I tend to ramble on in writing and in speaking. Mostly is just makes sense to me. Some times it doesn't even make sense to me. Maybe only the paper it is written on gets it. With your writing style I always feel like I am missing some thing..some inside knowledge that if I just read it enough I'll get it. I like that. Even this above poem has brought me back a few times for a re-read. I like the feeling from this one of just letting it all go. "Cutting loose" and just floating out into the nothing...into the everything. (and now I promise to stop rambling....)

<Deleted User> (13762)

Wed 19th Aug 2015 07:34

glad you found it RM. I looked for the poem I mentioned in my comment to The Crumbling but it was not one but many, mostly doodles with garbled thoughts between. Your reply about sounds and voices in our heads on any normal basic day got me thinking.

btw, yours is a great title - 'crumbling' sets in motion so many images of slow deterioration whether geological, mental or pastry. Check out Pink Floyd's beautiful 'Crumbling Land' song on YouTube and if you get chance the film 'Zabriskie Point' in which it was featured - dreamlike, lyrical, colourful - how I enjoy and try to write although I suspect not very fashionable.

<Deleted User> (13947)

Tue 18th Aug 2015 23:01

Colin, thank you so much for sharing. A few lines stuck out to me and I am evious and wish they were mine. 'scars upon stars'. I really enjoyed all of the celestial mentions. I have always felt a connection to stars, planets, the giant wide open everything that is out there that hasn't been discovered yet. I read and re-read this to take all the little bits in piece by piece.

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