Euphonic poems

I re-read everything on this blog, and I'm a little embarrassed. I didn't cut deep into my emotions and I ended prematurely. I've been writing a lot since the last time I've gotten on here. Needless to say I think I improved as a writer and I'd like to post a few poems.

Fear
The feeling courses up my back
massaging like a thousand insects
until it rests on my lower neck
Silence
A cold feeling envelopes me
like walking into a building
from an Atlanta's summer day.
It must be a presence, a strong emotion
that never disappeared.
My fear heightens my senses
My blood runs marathons
because I can't understand it.
Why is this presence left behind?
It is a mystery,
and that is what I love about it.
For me this uncomfortable feeling
is worth exploring a new frontier.
Perhaps that is why I point
to the moon and the stars
rather than the heavens.

I got into a fight with a friend recently and when I'm imbalanced I use poetry to make me feel better. Here's a very honest poem:

The pain in my side is not a lie.
I'm not mad just a little hurt.
But even though it seems nice sorry is the last word I want to hear.
Let me feel the pain,
don't pull the punch right when you landed it squarely in my face.
It happened, it's an emotion and it deserves as much time as happiness.
So fa li da li da li da prance around and laugh a lot; because I want my full disdain.
For it comes with the pain.
Sorry is taking that away.
I'm not going to hang out with you the next day.
You think you're cute, you think you're funny;
but in the end you're fake and crabby.
Cold words to hear and I wouldn't want you to change.
For me, love is lost and friendship a game.
Never will my trust fully lie in any person.
So you think you did some damage? Think again.
I hurt more than you can ever imagine.
Think of your sheltered box on the side of the street trying to keep a homeless person's feet warm, wet and shredded with holes: the inside so cold.
Picture the box crushed and made into a thousand tiny folds.
Well I'm that unwrinkled box standing before you.
Sorry isn't the word: you're welcome is more like it.
Thanks for the honesty minus awkward convo.
Screw off for taking my sarcasm too literally and thinking that I'm not good enough to spend as much time as I do with y'all.
I'm not going to get angry over such trivial things
just get a little hurt but at least I know you better now.