Spill It

Spill it all out
Where is the light to guide these words?
Everything feels gone 
Empty again 
So spilling it out is impossible?
Yet words still flow through it all
Thoughts still run rampant
Broken pipework spraying all over the place
Rust collecting on the spurting silver
Losing very inch of pride
Unable to control these lines
Pinch it all out
Squeeze it like the last bits of toothpaste in a tube
Roll it up and twist the remains
Pressure is building
Tension is steadily, stiffly waiting
To be released
Let it all go!
There is no point anymore
Stop building on disaster!
Let the words flow
Spill the damn mess out
And don't clean up
Let me pick up the pieces
Hand me the mop
Because when it is finally all out
The emptiness will leave 
You'll know exactly what to express
It will all be clear


4-20-13
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Kilmer Avatar
August 2, 2013 at 5:46 PM
Let it go sister. No sense in holding back. Most people spend their lives in cages they built never knowing how to escape. Open the bottle of life and drink from it. And for God's sake don't be afraid to let it spill over the side. Get some on other people. LIve, love, learn, and spew! Kilmer
Hicks Avatar
April 20, 2013 at 5:23 AM
WOW... one of your best so far Laura. I am most impressed with the spontaneity of this. It's how writing should be... on the spot and free-flowing (with no censorship). There were very memorable metaphors in this... like the leaky pipes and toothpaste oozing out. Going to my faves!
Kearley Avatar
April 17, 2013 at 8:24 PM
Will it be???? :o?
Beaufort Avatar
April 17, 2013 at 8:09 PM
I am imagining this mess inside a brain and the chaos it causes. Been there. You could be a great therapist! I have written nothing knew recently, but am here for the fun.
Fraser Avatar
April 17, 2013 at 6:52 PM
Ive had these same emotions, Laura and you captured them wonderfully, when i know im ready to blow i reach for my pen, blessings Carl
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