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Aria of Midnight Sep 2015
Most of my creativity emerges
from crestfallen summer nights,
where I tear the seams of the scars

that have reopened
after a thoughtless word
after a tasteless comment
after an inconsiderate finger,

jabbing into the insecurities
I imagined myself to bury,
but in reality,
I have not.

Humid,
crestfallen summer nights
encapsulate me,
until the pain numbs
me.
S R Mats Mar 2015
Are words harmless?  Can they ever be benign?
Between you and I?-

And, how many times has the Soul mated and re-mated?
Tearing, scarring, and numbing the connection.

Is that how and why, we keep this distance?
Or, Love, is it fear of perfection?
Joshua Poetry Feb 2015
Sometimes the temptation to succumb to you is far too strong for me to bare.

I long to feel some sense of numbing and I know that caving into you will accomplish just that.

Then I face the harsh reality that at some point I will have to suffer.

Rather it now or later, I will have to open myself to that hurt and heal.
Renji Jun 2014
You told me you love me,
You told me you care,
You told me you trust me and I may be the one,
I know you meant  every word you said...

But I'm SORRY I broke that love
I'm SORRY I puzzled your care,
I'm SORRY I mislaid that trust, as it's nowhere to be found.
My every SORRY is bathed in pain...

Once a friend, Once I was
A friend to you as with no one else
Once an angel, Once you were,
An angel to me as with no one else.

Now a stranger who betrayed your trust,
Just an echo in the past.
Once an angel, as you still are,
An angel to me as with no one else.

I'll say it again and ignore the pain,
I'm SORRY...
I'm not one who has any experience in writing poems...
Circumstances brought me to them.

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