I am human. I think too hard too often. I judge others.
I am judged.
I need as much help as I want to give.
I am self conscience about confidence.
I feel like I am no different.
I fear I am different.
I am love sick. I question my worth.
Wonder if I have what someone doesn't.
I play humble as much as I like to hear praise.
I falsely praise.
I see beauty in people they can not see in themselves.
I falsely praise.
I am loyal and devious.
I am worn down by lack of results.
I don't know what I like to do.
I lack a teacher. I require guidance.
I will help what I love, nothing else.
I want one girls forgiveness.
I want her to know I hurt for her.
I need a partner.
I desperately want to give and take.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
From 102
from 6am
I hear those little steps.
Innocent
constant reminders
that no one picks you up.
Even if they hear you cry.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Simple words wrapped around stagnant constitutions
written for half *** revolution.
There will be no more Zach and Sineigh.
No more Signature graveyards.
No more Percocet 30.
A real lose, lose.
Shame in what I miss most.
Square one.
Basic education
on top
middle class foundation.
Teased by a girl
eating off China.
Rules enforced
by the best case scenario.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Survival
Strung out and pressed
Horse **** force fed
Crowds putting jockeys
on pedestals
Slit wrist attention
for the edible icon
No better view
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
As the spirit wanes
the form appears.
Well bukowski said it, i never met him.
So i wont capitalize his name.
I romanticized his stories when i was young.
Whatever young means.
Whatever romance means.
I am not writing a poem
I was taught not to use
I or We or You
In a poem.
This is Zach, this is unbiased
10/10 bass line.
This is you clicking back
because you didnt know Hank either
or you didnt believe me.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
Some things words will not say
unusual is the subtle
speechless man
Uncomfortable
is the sound of life
Not unfortunate.
Who says
bleak moons turning sons to sun
all before 0600
is a good thing.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
Go ahead take a good look.
Go on breathe it in.
I have a gap in my two front teeth.
Still get the occasional acne
And male pattern baldness
Well I need that like a real dad.
Really I don't.
Look at my finger nails.
I barely have them.
It's called stress, maybe anxiety.
We put labels on juice.
Why not emotion?
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
It's five in the morning.
Dogs are kicking there legs.
Your friends are sleeping
Or trying to.
Youth stale as drinks
left over night
and wasted.
A lot like your friends
Except no one cares as much.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
Education sat beaten
Between smoke banana walls
in the southwest corner
Of a building bubbling nonsense
I sat proud and tense
Eager
Clutching at some no name chance
To lurk and let down
I gained your attention and lost purpose
managing to tiptoe
Into sincerity
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
Any feeling that I have
comes from my throat
but it's brewed in my heart
and buried in my soul.
A bitter ale
beyond red tail
and Mendocino swells.
The grapes in all
the wrath of fall
and stories that we tell.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC