In the Meantime

I've picked the scabs until they bleed, And then wonder why they never heal Is it just a compulsive need For pain to be what I mostly feel? A Masochist- Antagonist! Perfect Punch-drunk Pragmatist! The Hypnotist who slits his wrists- And I shall suffer in the midst The Agony cuts one half of me (I'll bear the brunt of all of this...)

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Joseph Matose

Date: 10/16/2013 8:12:00 AM

Great write Archaic. Just wonder where you get all that kind of inspiration... Keep up the rhyme, silent musician!! JM

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 10/16/2013 8:22:00 AM

Sometimes I wonder myself, Joseph. For 7 years I was completely uninspired until my nearly fatal overdose back in July. Ever since then, I got my mojo back lol

Jake Ponce

Date: 10/15/2013 10:18:00 AM

Pain has got to be the best fodder for one's creative fire. It oftentimes renders its users impervious to it, leading to an insatiable longing for deep and searing pain. I'll then endlessly question myself why. I hope you're well.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 10/16/2013 7:53:00 AM

I am well, Jake; thanks for asking. And I agree with you: from pain comes great artistry, I think :)

Robin Davis

Date: 10/15/2013 8:48:00 AM

My friend This is a deep and dark poem. Full of pain and sorrow. You make the readers heart hurt from the intensity and depth of these words. Don't give up and heal soon.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 10/16/2013 7:52:00 AM

Thanks, Robin. It's another one of my "gloom and doom" pieces lol. Thanks for the review :)

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 10/15/2013 7:14:00 AM

Nice attitude not to loose patient, A.P

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 10/15/2013 7:21:00 AM

Thanks for the review, Doc :)