Unsaid things

have you ever wandered the dynamics of unsaid things?
the lost words that gather in melancholy parties in the corners of our minds
filling their cups with punch half full of shame and spilling over with fear
until you are so drenched
you feel like you’re drowning in a viscous liquid of regret
those kind of thoughts never go home
and nobody knows that your mind is this awkward disco
when the lights go off
you take your noisy thoughts and unsaid things with you to bed,
where they stay up and give you insomnia and nightmares
in the morning
you can taste their ghostly outlines on the tip of your tongue
and you douse them with coffee and try to forget
those unsaid things

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74 thoughts on “Unsaid things

  1. Okay, so to me, this was like a sketch of feeling, a wobbly shape holding coffee, and everything else as you have described it, pushed against a kitchen counter, everything seems so temporary out the window and you think those unsaid things haven’t left you undone. You’re still here, somehow. So you sigh and finish with “those unsaid things”

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      1. Thank you. And I can honestly say the same about you. Interestingly, I wrote this originally more in the format like falling through time, paragraph form and it was a little more winding. That style was inspired by your writing so, there you go. in a way I liked it better like that..

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    1. “Like coffee, unsaid things can stain the soul like tainted love”. I think one of the things I love the most from posting on WP is when my dear friends write things that extend my poems, that really belong in the poems themselves they fit so well.

      That is beautiful, thank you for giving this poem more life. 💜

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  2. Powerful. Exceptional.
    “drowning in a viscous liquid of regret/you take your noisy thoughts and unsaid things with you to bed/ those unsaid things” You live this description. You feel every word here. So do I. Your words are alive. And those who pour life into words are outstanding writers.
    And my dearest R, you are one of them.

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    1. Dear G, I am so lucky to have your support and kind words. I am feeling particularly humbled. I feel like this comment should be written by me about your poems. I am still reeling from the greatness and feeling in your poem I just read. It’s knocked me over with it’s life. Don’t worry, I know you’d always extend a hand to help me up 😉. Thank you dear friend xoxo

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  3. Horrible hangover…downing the viscosity of regrets of unsaid things tastes bitter in the morning after and has to be gulped down with even more bitter coffee to counter it! Every line moves seamlessly. Beautiful, Rachel. ❤️❤️

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    1. Oh my goodness, you are so right!!! A horrid hangover of regrets – I almost want to do a revised version of this poem including all of the amazing poetics that people have given me in these comments!! Thank you Punam, poetry truly is in your veins!

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      1. You are so good at your craft that your various readers have picked up different strands that resonate with them. Your poem is a fine example of how a good poem speaks to its readers. I just added my wee bit. Rachel, it is always such a pleasure! ❤️❤️🤗

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  4. Amazingly accurate.
    As ponderous as some spoken things can be, things unspoken gone to seed will sprout wicked weeds in the manure-enriched loam of a frustrated mind, choking reason and eventually blocking out the light entirely.

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    1. This, is brilliant: “things unspoken gone to seed will sprout wicked weeds in the manure-enriched loam of a frustrated mind, choking reason and eventually blocking out the light entirely.” These words feel like a gift, thank you!

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      1. Hit send too fast…
        Thank you. Your piece addressed something I’ve been wrestling with, too, and did it so very well.

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  5. your poem is rich with metaphors and love your coined phrases, melancholy parties and doused with coffee, ah misery she sure loves her company! i ruminate over unsaid words and sometimes it does turn into nightmares, yet when i awake i have forgotten the words and only the ache remains. Rachel this is such heartrending poem, it has light moments, you infuse some humour, but the story is so very clear. simply wonderful!

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    1. You read this exactly as I would want it to be read dear friend – some lightness and some ache, yes, most definitely. Unsaid words plague me a lot, but coffee is always my friend. Thank you so much for your lovely words ❤️

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  6. loved how you use the parties, drinks and regrets, very poetic!
    But this makes me wonder about the ones who drink the shame and the fear to deliver the punches. They sleep well only to wake up with the hangover of all the impudent bravado, wishing for the coffee that will not take away the aftertaste, for you swallow your unsaid things but cannot take back the words that you have parted with.

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    1. ESP!!!! I don’t know if it’s the mood I’m in or if there is a thing in this comment thread where people are continuing and extending this poem and giving it more life. Talk about taking a metaphor, extending it, and writing a brilliant addition to my poem in the comments section! This should really be the next stanza in this poem. I feel I need to comment on the brilliance of your comment!
      THANK YOU!

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      1. I love being called brilliant, thanks 😀
        My brilliance tells me that if all the people are continuing and extending, it would either mean that your poetry is so good it incites more, or that your poem feels incomplete and others cannot help try to finish it.

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  7. My favorite lines:

    “you take your noisy thoughts and unsaid things with you to bed,
    where they stay up and give you insomnia and nightmares
    in the morning”

    I know this feeling exactly. I have nightmares that wake me up too early in the morning. 🙂

    This whole poem is brilliantly well expressed. 🙂

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