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  Sep 2017 bless
Brent
The nightmare of falling
to an endless void
Risking everything to land on nothing
Reaching out my hand to hold onto darkness
But instead of pulling me out,
It pulls me deeper within
I close my eyes I see pitch black
I open them I see no difference
All that is gone and all that is dark
Nothing comes close to true peace but this
Fear shrouds like a warm blanket thru the cold void
And my body continue to fall
And my spirit ascends to paradise

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take me away
  Sep 2017 bless
Brent
nalaman ko lamang ngayon
na tayo ay di nababagay
sa takbo ng realidad
na ating kinabibilangan

sabi nila
kapag sila'y magkasama
humihinto ang oras
ngunit kapag ika'y kasama
patuloy na umaandar ang mga kamay sa aking relo

bibilangin ang bawat segundong pumapatak
habang dinaramdam ang haplos ng iyong palad sa aking kamay

at sa bawat minutong daraan
ay mamasdan ang iyong mga puwang sa gitna ng iyong mga daliri
at kung bakit tugma lamang kapag pinatong ko ang akin
tila ginawa ang iyong mga daliri upang punan ang mga puwang sa aking sarili

ngayo'y ako'y maglalakad
hawak ang iyong kamay
at mamumuhay sa taliwas na realidad
at ikaw ang aking karamay
I am now finding my words. Thank you.
  Sep 2017 bless
Daniel Zell
I wrote no poems yesterday;
my mind was somewhere else.
It mostly minded you, Ms. Mystic,
and thought of little else.

My pen and paper hesitation
came from your superb self.
Words scratched out -- Nouns and Verbs --
because none of them quite work.

Imagination -- the one true author --
speaks no lies to me.
She describes you in elegant tongues
telling no one what I see.
  Sep 2017 bless
Ink Syndicate Poetry
I don't ask for sympathy.

I won't ask for love.

I'll wait until my judgement day to make peace with God above.

I don't take what isn't mine.

I won't kneel down to pray.

I've worked too hard for too **** long for far too ****** pay.

I don't know where this is going.

But I know, now, how it'll end.

I'll live, I'll work, I'll die and then-

I'll do it all again.
  Sep 2017 bless
Nadja
Raw liver and butter
                           Soft and fragile
Like my heart
I'm sorry for that
  Sep 2017 bless
Sprkinthedrk
i used to be
afraid of death
isn't that funny
because now
i like killing myself
i like the feeling of
being torn apart by
other people's opinions
i beg them to tell the truth
even when i know
it's not what i want to hear
tell me
tell me you liked my hair longer
before i cut it short
tell me
tell me i'm too skinny
that i should put on some weight
tell me
tell me you're shocked
tell me i should know these basic things
i want the truth
not a sugar coating
and i don't exactly want it to hurt
but i'm starting to think
it is better than nothing
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