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 Jun 2017 Matt
kgl
old art.
 Jun 2017 Matt
kgl
the words used to flow like silk through my fingertips
i used to know exactly how to weave them
make them fall into tapestries, hang them from walls
emblazoned with unadulterated innocence.

it wasn't until you asked to look at my creations
that i realised sunlight could be so damaging
my words felt frivolous under your scathing gaze
and they stuttered, crumbled. my tapestries fell.

now they're dust and i'm on my knees, crawling
grasping fistfuls that seep through my hands
you can't write about something you can't feel
and now i can't feel anything.

this is the last poem i'll write about you.
 Jun 2017 Matt
Mike Virgl
A Dream
 Jun 2017 Matt
Mike Virgl
My hands are shaking
Because I saw you again
Where I should be safe
Well, no more sleep I guess
 Jun 2017 Matt
A Thomas Hawkins
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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 Jun 2017 Matt
D
still there
 Jun 2017 Matt
D
and when it becomes too much
you're there

with your arms stretched wide
ready to embrace my pain
for me

because without you I'd be
crippled in my anxiety
so thank you

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