ZCohen - Hello Poetry

I stand I had earlier bought tickets for the front row I watch as all the flashbacks dance before my eyes While all I can do is stand and be one with the audience Clap my hands to all the times I let you drench my structure in gasoline and drop the match to all the times I let the World mock me as it sat high on its throne I forgive You I have forgiven you a long time ago Heaven knows I don't forgive myself.

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Apr 19, 2017

Apr 19, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC

ZCohen

Closure

I stand I had earlier bought tickets for the front row I watch as all the flashbacks dance before my eyes While all I can do is stand and be one with the audience Clap my hands to all the times I let you drench my structure in gasoline and drop the match to all the times I let the World mock me as it sat high on its throne I forgive You I have forgiven you a long time ago Heaven knows I don't forgive myself.

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Give me a world where the question lies - What is the tide overcoming me when there is no trace of water around; in other words, What is love? What is the tamed fire dancing around a setting sun; in other words, What is art? Shades of grey; in other words, What is color? What is the immense shattering in the deafening silence; in other words, What is heartbreak? What is chaos What is reason What is war How do you even spell emotion Exemption from all of this is what I need But we'd feel a profound absence wouldn't we? Perhaps because we were made for this As humans we were designed for it But please tell me why we were not made strong enough to survive it -I'm not strong enough

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Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC

ZCohen

Untitled

Give me a world where the question lies - What is the tide overcoming me when there is no trace of water around; in other words, What is love? What is the tamed fire dancing around a setting sun; in other words, What is art? Shades of grey; in other words, What is color? What is the immense shattering in the deafening silence; in other words, What is heartbreak? What is chaos What is reason What is war How do you even spell emotion Exemption from all of this is what I need But we'd feel a profound absence wouldn't we? Perhaps because we were made for this As humans we were designed for it But please tell me why we were not made strong enough to survive it -I'm not strong enough

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I won't tell you the color of your eyes What I will tell you is that they deny the laws of physics by not reflecting, but merely absorbing the sun's rays Don't compliment my smile Tell me of how it makes you a better Man I won't lie to you and tell you that it is gravity keeping me in place You are what holds my pieces together Don't tell me I am art For that is merely visual Tell me I make you feel You and I were made for far better things

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Nov 22, 2016

Nov 22, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC

ZCohen

Depth

I won't tell you the color of your eyes What I will tell you is that they deny the laws of physics by not reflecting, but merely absorbing the sun's rays Don't compliment my smile Tell me of how it makes you a better Man I won't lie to you and tell you that it is gravity keeping me in place You are what holds my pieces together Don't tell me I am art For that is merely visual Tell me I make you feel You and I were made for far better things

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My parts are dismantled They lay scattered Occupying the corners in this empty house So sometimes it's not that lonely My lungs are deflated I think a kid came around wanting to play and kicked it way too hard Nobody knows this But everytime I move or breathe My nerves scream or hold their breath Because about two nights ago I layed parallel to the white dotted line on the street I meant to get up but I thought that if I tried hard enough, I could communicate telepathically with the stars and then maybe get closer to heaven The wheels of a truck made me one with the earth for about 6 seconds And because my anatomy is empty and numb The fingers of my ribs caved in Like the roof of a house built around a broken family I got popcorn for a horror movie marathon I couldn't sleep for weeks thereafter because sometimes even if I shut my eyes so tight I exposed every wrinkle Or blocked my ears so much that I caused an imbalance in the pressure I could still see and hear the images and the voices Present day: It's raining outside And I don't know if it's because Of the insync instrumentals of the raindrops hitting the floor at different frequencies, almost like a lullaby Just like the time when it was just you and I When all we had planned to do was sweet nothings And sometimes, if I was lucky I'd hear you sing too But it's days like these when your absence makes my house tremble and sometimes even shatters a window But then the grey skies slowly break And it is as if a servant had opened up the palace doors to make way for the King The Sun tears the mirage And tells me That it wasn't the kid You took all the air along with you when you left It wasn't a truck When your foot kissed the hard ground just outside the door, it heard the deafening cracks form their way across my structure I am empty because I gave you glasses half full It was not a horror movie It was images of you being too far gone And your voice Like a broken record saying Love isn't always enough

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Nov 14, 2016

Nov 14, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC

ZCohen

3:17 am

My parts are dismantled They lay scattered Occupying the corners in this empty house So sometimes it's not that lonely My lungs are deflated I think a kid came around wanting to play and kicked it way too hard Nobody knows this But everytime I move or breathe My nerves scream or hold their breath Because about two nights ago I layed parallel to the white dotted line on the street I meant to get up but I thought that if I tried hard enough, I could communicate telepathically with the stars and then maybe get closer to heaven The wheels of a truck made me one with the earth for about 6 seconds And because my anatomy is empty and numb The fingers of my ribs caved in Like the roof of a house built around a broken family I got popcorn for a horror movie marathon I couldn't sleep for weeks thereafter because sometimes even if I shut my eyes so tight I exposed every wrinkle Or blocked my ears so much that I caused an imbalance in the pressure I could still see and hear the images and the voices Present day: It's raining outside And I don't know if it's because Of the insync instrumentals of the raindrops hitting the floor at different frequencies, almost like a lullaby Just like the time when it was just you and I When all we had planned to do was sweet nothings And sometimes, if I was lucky I'd hear you sing too But it's days like these when your absence makes my house tremble and sometimes even shatters a window But then the grey skies slowly break And it is as if a servant had opened up the palace doors to make way for the King The Sun tears the mirage And tells me That it wasn't the kid You took all the air along with you when you left It wasn't a truck When your foot kissed the hard ground just outside the door, it heard the deafening cracks form their way across my structure I am empty because I gave you glasses half full It was not a horror movie It was images of you being too far gone And your voice Like a broken record saying Love isn't always enough

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The sky's lights have been switched off But the stars flicker with bloodshot eyes trying to stay awake i need them to witness this I stand helpless Like a lamb that had just been born Falling to the ground after attempting to put one foot in front of the other Sometimes I whisper Other times I scream Both times I plead through the vastness That if someone could be so kind as to scoop up a heap of liquid cement And fill up this bottomless hole in my gut And maybe while these vicious winds dry it up *I'll learn how to be whole again..*

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Nov 13, 2016

Nov 13, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC

ZCohen

Whole

The sky's lights have been switched off But the stars flicker with bloodshot eyes trying to stay awake i need them to witness this I stand helpless Like a lamb that had just been born Falling to the ground after attempting to put one foot in front of the other Sometimes I whisper Other times I scream Both times I plead through the vastness That if someone could be so kind as to scoop up a heap of liquid cement And fill up this bottomless hole in my gut And maybe while these vicious winds dry it up *I'll learn how to be whole again..*

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Go ahead, saunter up and down the aisles Run your finger down the shelves where I carefully placed all the fears I hold But nowhere will you find that I fear walking this world in solitude For I am a King inside the mansion of all my 206 bones I am a shelter for myself I seek only myself I harbor love so passionate for myself, that I may burst like the death of a Star I sometimes gift wrap the World and place it on a silver platter, just for me But sometimes, when the Universe trembles and the angels cry I put my hands over my ears because the quiet gets a little too loud And when I sit on my throne and glance over my shoulder Your absence, I feel it a little too much

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Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC

ZCohen

Fortress of solitude

Go ahead, saunter up and down the aisles Run your finger down the shelves where I carefully placed all the fears I hold But nowhere will you find that I fear walking this world in solitude For I am a King inside the mansion of all my 206 bones I am a shelter for myself I seek only myself I harbor love so passionate for myself, that I may burst like the death of a Star I sometimes gift wrap the World and place it on a silver platter, just for me But sometimes, when the Universe trembles and the angels cry I put my hands over my ears because the quiet gets a little too loud And when I sit on my throne and glance over my shoulder Your absence, I feel it a little too much

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