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 Aug 2016 D J Syngai
Ito
Companion
 Aug 2016 D J Syngai
Ito
My only companion all of these years,
even after all the beers,
through all of the fears,
unheard by any ears...
Has always been music.

Emotions cannot be seen as well as they are felt,
not even with acting can they be given nor dealt,
only you feel what runs through your mind...
after all the pain settles you're left blind.
Love, Hate & Fear are as essential as the breath you take.

And then there are those who cannot love,
not even if it's kind of.
Those who love to hate,
think they're great,
**The cycle repeats until you're back listening to music again.
 Jul 2016 D J Syngai
Stephan
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I collected my fears in a jar,
set them on the window sill and
watched as the sun melted them
into a mass of gelatinous doubt

Then spread them on my toast
and consumed them -  
before they consumed me
 Jul 2016 D J Syngai
J
Half Love
 Jul 2016 D J Syngai
J
Falling in half love
With everyone I meet,
Scared to go in past my feet.
Afraid to open up
Hesitate to divulge the feelings
That hang as painful cliches
But hurt just the same
as if they were open wounds
I still wonder what healing is like for you.

Or if you even had to.
 Jul 2016 D J Syngai
B Irwin
I am trying to be a poet
but I felt like your poem.
Am I an artist or
am I the remnants of your paint
splattered on my favorite jeans?
Or the beautiful words you gave me
including "I'm sorry"?
I am trying to be a poet
but the words get spit back in the bottle
and stick with strangers who I have told too much to.
Am I a writer
Or am I just gagging on the words you threw at me
when you smashed the plates
and slammed the door?
I am trying to be a poet.
But I am tired.
Isn't
That
Poetry?
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