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Insecurity Blanket

I need a fix; euphoric mix
To chase away my thoughts
I fear my Heart is made of Bricks
While my Mind just sits and rots
Have my fits and slit my wrists-
Beat myself with fearsome fists!
Tip the scales, the balance shifts,
Then I wonder, "Does Love exist?"

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Karen Anglesey Date: 8/24/2013 9:00:00 PM You are a poetic genius. The subjects are dark but you make it look possible to deal with. And acknowledge it so openly...amazing talent Login to Reply Just That Archaic Poet Date: 8/25/2013 9:31:00 AM I told another poet I liken writing poetry to baseball (and I know it's quite a trite metaphor), but with some poems, I write a dud and strike out. Sometimes I make it to first, second or third base. At times I hit a home-run and on the rare occasion, a grand-slam. Your comments always make my day and warm my heart :) Just That Archaic Poet Date: 8/25/2013 9:28:00 AM Karen, you make me blush each time I read a comment of yours. I think I'm not that different than the rest of us: I hope some of what I write is genius (I'd be lying if I claimed otherwise), but I know a lot of my pieces are just mediocre at best. Most of what I have been posting was written long ago, and when I broke them out and dusted them off, most needed to be re-edited.