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Poems - Scar Tissue

Scar Tissue

by cactusdapoet

Scar Tissue

She asked to read my poetry,
because she said that she wanted
to get to know the real me, and thought
that maybe the best way was to read
what I have written.

So I handed her my chap book
complete with it's Basquiat style
art work photo shopped
on the cover, and printed at kinko's

Full of the pieces that I considered
to be my greatest hits, poetry about
fucking fat chicks, Shreveport, Las Vegas,
fictious junky girl friends, and bars.

I was ready to answer the same question that
I always get from every one who
reads my work, "why is it so sad?"

She never asked me that.

Instead she just set the book down
and said "This is not what I want,
Peel back your scar tissue and let
me read the poems that are written
under your skin, let me read the poetry
that you lack the guts to write"

The poetry of scars.

Sonnetts written under the skin,
my life's prose that has cut deep
enough to leave scar tissue in it's wake.
From bloody knuckles earned under those
dammed neon lights, to the leather hide
a man gets from being to damm lonely to long,
to the sweet wounds that still bleed with wet ink
upon my heart that wait for thier haiku stitches.

She asked me to peel back my scar tissue,
to let her see my true poetry.

I know what has been written there,
Do I let this woman get that close
to see me with out my skin?

To see the flaws in the writing style of my life
the jagged scars of lessons learned.,
The mistakes I have made, prose
carved in the flesh of a man who's truely
ashamed to write them on the page,
where anyone can read them.

The poetry of my life that I don't
know how to transfer to the page
because the truth be known I'm
just not that good of a writer.

and yet I found myself stripping down
peeling back a scar and removing my skin
so that she can read it.

She ran her fingers over the scars
streched and pulled my lose skin
looking for the one-liners...

and she read my poetry.

when she finished she handed me back my skin
which I climbed back into.

Then she said these words that cut like a dagger
creating another dammed scar

"Why is everything you write so sad?"

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Re: Scar Tissue (Score: 1 )
by Jayelle on Thursday, February 04, 2010 (07:44:34)

Well done~~didn't expect that last line~~you created the impact you intended by repeating her original comment. J.

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