Bad Poetry Weekend #8: Don’t Talk With Your Mouth Full

sound of heartbreak

I did not really intend to post anything today, but at the last moment, inspiration came to produce more bad poetry so please bear with me my good people. I have to ask you though, if you do write poetry, how much of it is cerebral and how much of it is emotional?

In school, I learned that an experience doesn’t have to be the author’s own reflected in the poetry, like it’s just being channeled or something. Gee, I should’ve paid more attention in class… Anyway, how does it work for you in terms of inspiration, in terms of excavating that well of words?

This one for today’s Bad Poetry Weekend is a simple fascination of mine, on how people can easily say serious stuff and not mean them. I don’t understand it a lot. Can some people just be really assholes?๐Ÿ˜† It’s incredible how we relate to others really. The balance between selfish and selfless is always… unbalanced.

Shut Up

I don’t want to hear it, don’t say it.
These three words are thrown too easy, to me
They’ve lost meaning.
Yours is a different voice, different tone
But all the same… just words.
First time is a song, next mere lies poisoning
My poor, damaged chest.
From your lips they can come a thousand times
But always empty, always short, because you cannot
Live these words, you cannot
Because you’re too selfish, too cruel
Not only to me… but also to you.
Don’t open your mouth, don’t speak to me.
Forget the words – I don’t need them.
Silence… I long for your silence
That is my freedom.

Photo taken from here.

20 thoughts on “Bad Poetry Weekend #8: Don’t Talk With Your Mouth Full

  1. parang ang napaka-inam at kapana-panabik na tula ay ang pagsasama ng ika mo nga ay โ€œcerebralโ€ at โ€œemotionalโ€. ang pagtatagpo ng dalawa ay maghahatid ng isang napakagandang tula.

    Happy Labor Day.

  2. “The balance between selfish and selfless is alwaysโ€ฆ unbalanced.”

    Your poem and your thoughts made me cry right now. It hits home, hard. I wrote a poem too today, but this… has more sense. Made me think.

    Good morning.

      • Don’t worry, I feel better now. I guess I found myself relating too much to your poem. But I kinda needed it too. Reality check wise. But you did inspire me (again!) to write (in a unconventional time/moment). Thank you๐Ÿ™‚

        • that’s lovely to hear. all the shit we have will disappear one day soon. we just have to be patient. i’m happy you’re writing again. i’m happy you’re visiting me from time to time. i’m just glad to have known someone beautiful like you, lady.๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Whoa! Ms. PM, this is something else! Really great post ma’am! Many great ideas being channeled here.
    I agree that those who write poetry can be inspired by real life occurrences, people, et al, but can additionally create fictional pieces. I mean, if people can write creative fiction the likes of prose and novels that has no ties to reality, then the same can certainly be said for poets. However, I have found through studying poetry at school and university that many known poets when they write poems, especially romanticised ones, that almost always were they based on a living, breathing individual that fascinated them so. I believe that if you write an incredibly passionate poem, often that passion has to come from somewhere, because emotion like that cannot simply be generated fictitiously.

    • always a pleasure hearing from you regarding these things. what does this is something else refer to, mr. childs? have i reached a new level of bad poetry, you mean? shall we call it worse now?๐Ÿ˜† ah, emotions. how good are you at faking emotions? and may i ask who is your favorite poet?

      • I didn’t mean your poetry was bad Ma’am, unless in your world bad means good, in which case then your poem was terrible! ๐Ÿ˜€ As for emotions, are you any good at faking ’em? I suck. I rarely ever fall in love, but when I do, like a landslide I devour everything and everyone knows exactly how I feel. I am honest about my feelings to the point that people genuinely find me annoying – or mean – or out of control. As for my favorite poet – besides you, right? ( ๐Ÿ˜€ ) I have always very much enjoyed Shakespeare’s sonnets. I found the emotional depth he displayed in these pieces to be alarmingly affectionate and honest, and to this day the words and meanings are just as unbelievably strong. Keats I do suppose was alright, but at times I found him to be long winded and many of his comparative ideologies left me confused. John Donne on the other hand could at times be entertaining, if not sometimes a little sexually revealing. I don’t mean that as a bad thing, not at all, but bearing in mind at the time of him writing such pieces people didn’t openly talk about rolling around in the hay like they so openly do today (that rhymes, how sickening!). Additionally, I always did like the poem ‘If’ by Rudyard Kipling; a father’s notes to a son, which I found to be a very inspirational and uplifting piece on life and the benefits to living it to its full. May I kindly ask who your favorite poem is Ms. PM? Have a good weekend ma’am. Oh, and try to write some more of that horrible poetry next week!!!!!!!

        • my friend told me my heart is in my sleeve. since then i worried about my heart. i might drop it unnoticed!๐Ÿ˜† i think it’s cool to just be real, that’s easier. i like charles bukowski. i haven’t read much of his work but the few i’ve seen are nice. i also like the poem if you come softly by audre lourde and that one by warshan shire that elaine posted. my fancy for poems didn’t develop until late, possibly only when i’ve had enough sense to relate them, i can’t be sure. i’ll check out these people you mentioned. your favorite besides me? oh that’s a good one, mr. childs.๐Ÿ˜†

          • I’m sorry ma’am, forgive me for asking, but have you not heard of John Donne or John Keats or William Shakespeare or Rudyard Kipling? If not I do suppose that doesn’t really matter; they only wrote some of the most romantic (in some cases soporifically), passionate and on occasion sexualised poetry that has ever been conceived. I have sometimes wondered, how can a person truly talk about romantic connotations if they do not know how to superbly woo the person they are infatuated with by using truthfully passionate and unflinchingly loving words? Poetry can be about many things, but in a number of cases, it is all about seduction. These authors have frequently (some more than others) shown these traits in their work and ought to be admired and studied for years; decades; centuries to come. Words are powerful, I am certain everyone knows this and the evocative use of romanticised words is just as potent. If we lose the ability to convey our feelings literally, not only will we be illiterate, but we will also no doubt lose the strength to convey these words verbally too. If love dies, well, what’s the point of living to see tomorrow? Why bother waking in the morning if there is no hope of seeing a beautiful young woman (or in your case ma’am, man) who will steal your breath away? Why bother going out of the house if not in the hope of one day hearing a person tell you how much they love and cherish your existence and how they crave your kiss as much as they crave your attention? Not knowing about those who successfully crafted romantic words is an ignorance that ought not to be forgiven. I do not mean to offend Ms. PM; all I am saying, is that it is the duty of teachers and other educators to teach children and adolescents the nature of passionately powerful literature so they too can write it to those they love one day. If you do not know of the poets I mentioned, I am in no way shocked at you ma’am; I am shocked at those who should have introduced you to such literary artists who created masterpieces worthy of reading again and again.
            I have not read poems by Charles Bukowski, but I have read a couple of his prose pieces in the past, although I believe they deserve a far greater audience than I could ever be. Additionally, Lourde’s poetry was always very spirited.
            In conclusion, I apologise if I have ranted. I do that sometimes, no, scratch that, I do that almost all the time. Should really put a stop to that me thinks. Sorry ma’am! Have a great week! May it be free from any more Australians ranting your eyes out!
            If it means anything after all the words I have writ above, I do like the fact that you have come to appreciate poetry Ms. PM and I wish your enjoyment of the subject matter all the best. Also, I’m glad you liked my comment ‘favorite poet besides you ma’am’; I think that was my intellectually witty line of the week; I attempt to have at least one every so often. Damn glad it came to me at the right moment. ๐Ÿ˜€

            • beautiful rant, mr. childs. i didn’t say i’ve not heard of them. i said i’ll check their works out. maybe i should’ve added thoroughly there. i love hearing you talk about these things, such intensity!๐Ÿ™‚ you’re quite the romantic too, how interesting for someone who claim to rarely fall in love? the expression alarmingly affectionate you used in the previous comment is fantastic btw. i must admit i haven’t come across many souls like you and i’m glad to have these conversations. i suddenly miss being in school and listening to my favorite lit teacher. oh don’t worry, i find i’m quite happy to listen to rants of australians๐Ÿ˜† yes, i’m very glad to have fallen in love with poetry in the end. it’s beautiful. it brought more color to my world.

              • Thank you Ms. PM, you are too kind! Yes, I said I rarely fall in love, but I didn’t say that I did not believe in such emotional feelings and I will fight tooth and nail to ensure their preservation. Again, I am glad that your world is more colourful due to the power of poetry! Take care!

                • that’s a pretty positive thing to say, mr. childs, beautiful. i hope you find what you’re looking for. this is actually something i’m trying to sort through myself. i thought i had it but i didn’t and now it’s going crazy.๐Ÿ˜† yes, poetry helps me a lot and i’m glad you’re the unwilling reader of my crap. thank you.

                  • You hope I find what I am looking for? Awwww! You are the sweetest thing ever! I hope you sort through all of it yourself ma’am! I myself don’t know what I’m looking for, so if you know what you are after, I wish you the best of luck in your exploits Ms. PM! If you happen to read the latest poem of mine you’ll realise I have delusions of grandeur so you just know I am never going to find what I seek. Sometimes it’s fun being single; sometimes it’s not. But in the end we all find what we are looking for; or we die trying.
                    Also I’m glad to be glad to read your, ‘crap’ did you say? I would use a different word…

                    • i find that you’ll know what you’re looking for when you see it. it sounds weird but it’s true, quite interesting. you have to follow through though or you miss it. relationships are all tricky but my belief is love simplifies them. sometimes it’s all a matter of opening your eyes. oh you don’t like me using crap? i thought that’s better than using shit.๐Ÿ˜†

                    • i’m not sure what funny means here but it’s cool. i think i’m alright sometimes. i do go crazy but i hit some stuff right occasionally.๐Ÿ™‚

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