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 Jun 2020 Jena T
Carlo C Gomez
So here I am
out on a raft
just me and my anxieties
trying hard to get
away from a vessel
taking on so much water
I think I see Jack and Rose
swimming towards us
 Jun 2020 Jena T
kiran goswami
And if the best poems are written by squeezing the heart,
And by dipping the pen in the ink of agony,

Maybe, I've not written mine yet.
 Jun 2020 Jena T
JaxSpade
Free Fall
 Jun 2020 Jena T
JaxSpade
Falling off
The edge of the world

Dropping down
To the emptiness
Into the void
Of lost consciousness

Falling

Off the edge of the world
Dropping down
To the emptiness
Into the void
Of lost consciousness

Falling

Off the edge of the world
Dropping down
To the emptiness
Into the void
Of lost consciousness

Falling down
Dropping
Off the edge of the world
Into the empty void
Of consciousness

Lost

Falling off
The worlds edge
Dropping down
To the emptiness

Falling off
The edge of the world

Dropping down
To the emptiness
Into the void
Of lost consciousness

Falling
Off

The edge of the world
I'm falling
Off the edge of the world
Into the empty void of nowhere

I'm a little scared
I don't know where I'm going
Or when I'll get there

Dropping down
Into the dark sullen unknown

To the emptiness
Where the void is endlessly
Long

Consciousness was lost
Where I found it
Off the edge of the world
I've fallen

Into the empty fall
Of consciousness
Lost

Falling off
The worlds edge
Dropping down
Into the emptiness
Of the bottomless

Pit
 Jun 2020 Jena T
Carlo C Gomez
Whether they go gently

or expedite with force

the rhythms of the night

are there to ravish us

in the miserable nature

of indomitable, incessant need

to gratify a neglected

consciousness

fraught with dancing endorphins

that linger about

love's sea

as a salient reciprocal
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