poem

[Immortal]

12.16.02
1:30am
i'm always thinking
and this voice inside me won't stop
i'm always drinking
colas and iced teas, kettle to pot
and now i'm stuck dreaming
of a life so brand new
because i've been cheating
on myself and you,
and in six months i'm drowning
in a pool that i've paved
of concrete and ashes
desserts made of graves
and so what? i'm healing
my lungs filled with soot
dramaticized feelings
and trees without roots.
i'm awake and lying,
instead of in bed with you
and every breath tingles
like smells in my shoe
i'm tired of dreaming,
so tired of pain
tired of caring
tired again
and so what? i'm empty
dying inside
merely wanting the chance
for you to rely
on me but i'm failing,
i'm drowning again
in this life, i'm vacant
light the sign up, my friend.
1:34am
zds

[prism]

WOW....I love this. the last line totally stuns me.


p.s. keep this

[reallygroovN]

yep, i like this, too.

[Highway23]

such a great poem Zach, please keep this on here


thanks for sharing :)

[csmooth24]

you are great! i like it... :)

[Immortal]

"forward motion"
3:38am
i scrambled forward motion
not what i should be hoping
i'm finding out what's near
is not what i'm supposed to be
i'm falling forward, not so
close to hope and now i'm
suddenly at war within
and without of you.
and so, in time i'm
counting steps and artifacts
misplaced notes and timings
all lead back to you.
reading stories about heroin
and how it wracks your bones
knowing nothing of the naked man who
turned into mr. jones.
so we stumble forward motion
got lucky some days, we've
found another hole to dig us deeper
in our relative ways
lost steps and vacant traces
it's worth reporting once
but no hope and junkie habits
it's just a sucker punch.
reading stories about heroin
and how it wracks your bones
knowing nothing of the naked man who
turned into mr. jones.
3:42am
zds

[Highway23]

hell yeah man

[Immortal]

"junkie girlfriend"
12.18.02
2:26am
i'm not who you expected
i'm more of the yawning type
not the picture in your dreams
not much for flying kites
i'm not much for warfare
just a tempest inside
you could have been everything
but you're too stuck with pride
and now i'm not sorry
for the harsh words i've said
if it were my choice, it's buried
all your thoughts would be dead.
i'm not on a high list
of gentlemen you adore
and so what if i'm not A-list
to some fucking junkie whore
and if i'm not expecting
anything more from you
it's wrong to intercept things
and say shit that's untrue
but now i'm not sorry
for the harsh words i've said
if it were my choice, you'd be buried
in the cold ground, not yet dead.
2:31am
zds