Gun To The Head

Heggo! -hugs-

Ok, so you already know I read this. Last year! O.O How strange. (giggles) anyways. I thought I would be nice and give you a review. Plus, I think this is honestly one of the best of your works to date.

'Useless devices
Crumpled advices' This suggests that the protag here is beyond helping themselves. Nothing is working anymore; and this immediately starts to invoke sympathy from me.

'Back to the drawing board
Back to square one
Back to the template
Back where we have to respawn' The number of different ways you have thought of saying starting again is really creative and the repetition makes your point clear.

'Slipped up more than once
Fucked up through this month' - There's something quietly aggressive about the second part of this, which I love, because I can feel the violence oozing from the words.

'Gun to the head
Gun to the head' Personally and creatively this is relatable. (maybe this is worrying?) XD But sometimes when things go wrong I think people do think like this, maybe just in gest. Maybe it's just me? Moving on. But I love the brutality of it.

'Tripping over hard
Lack of all regard' - All about failure and not caring. Touche. Because once you reach the point of no return things really start to slide and then...

'Gun to the head
Gun to the head' - We're back to the gun again, so the structure makes perfect sense.

'Caveman progression
Brutish procession' - The rhyming really helps with these sets of lines. There's something in the way you refer to historical stereotypes if you like, to emphasise how badly their progress is going. If you can call it progress at all?! XD

'Only so many times
I can write and describe
Agony in such detail
That I lose the entire vibe' - Which is obviously why this writer has currently crashed and is plummeting to the depths of the creative black hole where ideas go to die that you are describing so well here.

'Off with my mind
Straight jacket
Sectioned to somewhere
Far far away
Now I'm standing in the hall
Noticing that chairs are missing' - The first two lines of this section are kind of a paradox, implying the mind is in the controlling the straight jacket. Being sectioned to somewhere is so vigorously vague that it hints at both disdain and mockery. Excellent.
And the ending kinds of pales into random significance, as the protag's mind floats off, presumably further back into his/her own head.

You've nailed something here, a kind of commentary on the mind of the creative and how difficult it can be. Personal experience or imagination maybe? Either way = brilliant.
I love this work.

I agree with the first part of Ravenboy's review: 'Frankly, I'm completely intimidated as much as awed by the style...' It's difficult to comment on a work that not only do you wish you had written yourself, but that you just can't fault.

Suggestions for improvement?
I guess you could try using punctuation in your work one of these days???? Just a thought.
Actually...Nah. Just write more works of this pristine quality.

Frankly, I'm completely intimidated as much as awed by the style of this poem, I'm actually too scared to even find fault with this because really, there isn't any. But I find this poem so intriguing I just had to review on it and at the same time, ask you some questions.

Useless devices

Crumpled advices

-Amazing use of rhyme and also, a great introduction. Completely reeled me in.

'Back to the drawing board
Back to square one
Back to the template
Back where we have to respawn '

-This is possibly the most creative way I've read of someone taking about going back to the beginning. It has a very nice flow and I love how you choose the words. 'template' 'square one'

'Lonely baskets
Contaminated caskets'
-And my confusion starts to sink in...what exactly do you mean by this?

I will fast forward the second last and last stanzas.

'Slipped up more than once
Fucked up through this month
Gun to the head
Gun to the head
Tripping over hard
Lack of all regard
Gun to the head
Gun to the head

Off with my mind
Straight jacket
Sectioned to somewhere
Far far away
Now I'm standing in the hall
Noticing that chairs are missing '

I've noticed your repetition of gun to the head, and I still couldn't quite figure out what you mean. Are we talking about dead lines? Are we talking about inner dilemma?

Then the last stanza has me completely wondering, I was definitely not expecting it.

'Now I'm standing in the hall
Noticing that chairs are missing ' '

-The chairs are missing...I wonder why?

This is such an intriguing and amazing poem, is just w-o-w.

-Rx