officialkzhang - Hello Poetry

I always knew it she never told me up front or maybe she did or maybe she pulled a trick and snuck it in very sneakily my heart collapses when I think of it why she has to be that way the wrong way, I just know it I always knew it she sees in black and white I see blind she thinks of herself, of me Of what she knows, of what she thinks Of what she’s always thought But it’s wrong, I just know it We are not so different yet so much the same what about the hair, what about the eyes what about the people, how they live how they eat, how they feel because We need to feel alike and not so unlike As to not like from feeling unlike is to sour the bitter dough it’s how they grew up it’s how they lived it’s what they ever knew But it’s wrong, I just know it she worries and she’s frightened that I’ll be wrong in her eyes but I simply see blind I can’t erase their childhood or what they learned and discovered but I can keep mine and learn and discover that the world is too big for tiny circles and squares, sorting colors and hairs, planting statues and stairs that lead nowhere but back there wrong way, I tell you I just know it I have to just know it

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Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC

officialkzhang

Dreaming in Color

I always knew it she never told me up front or maybe she did or maybe she pulled a trick and snuck it in very sneakily my heart collapses when I think of it why she has to be that way the wrong way, I just know it I always knew it she sees in black and white I see blind she thinks of herself, of me Of what she knows, of what she thinks Of what she’s always thought But it’s wrong, I just know it We are not so different yet so much the same what about the hair, what about the eyes what about the people, how they live how they eat, how they feel because We need to feel alike and not so unlike As to not like from feeling unlike is to sour the bitter dough it’s how they grew up it’s how they lived it’s what they ever knew But it’s wrong, I just know it she worries and she’s frightened that I’ll be wrong in her eyes but I simply see blind I can’t erase their childhood or what they learned and discovered but I can keep mine and learn and discover that the world is too big for tiny circles and squares, sorting colors and hairs, planting statues and stairs that lead nowhere but back there wrong way, I tell you I just know it I have to just know it

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there was one on the porch one toppled barrel with no tough edges flaunted flawless marks lid still dancing, alive and well put to bed and out it flowed the darkest matter, that denied all light and screeched for shine which crawled over the boards, didn’t look back sunk into the crevasses, fell for no crack dripped onto the grass, and left no stains

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Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC

officialkzhang

To Contain and Forget

there was one on the porch one toppled barrel with no tough edges flaunted flawless marks lid still dancing, alive and well put to bed and out it flowed the darkest matter, that denied all light and screeched for shine which crawled over the boards, didn’t look back sunk into the crevasses, fell for no crack dripped onto the grass, and left no stains

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for seventeen hours or one thousand and twenty minutes i counted i made sure the bottommost right one flickered unsatisfied with death fighting with air stuck in time the fireman’s lock aptly named oh how it teased a wonder release the brilliant doors that showed me myself yet showed no way till i ceased to see for i fail to remember which I selected where I wished to be as i’m frozen in my puddle and the glaze grows upon my legs until i fall to the ceiling and count no more

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Feb 6, 2019

Feb 6, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC

officialkzhang

17:00

for seventeen hours or one thousand and twenty minutes i counted i made sure the bottommost right one flickered unsatisfied with death fighting with air stuck in time the fireman’s lock aptly named oh how it teased a wonder release the brilliant doors that showed me myself yet showed no way till i ceased to see for i fail to remember which I selected where I wished to be as i’m frozen in my puddle and the glaze grows upon my legs until i fall to the ceiling and count no more

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toxic green coating cloudy haze for eyes rotting flesh peeling death in disguise stinging putrid scent fins floating faintly waiting to ferment water so lonely wade in circles long wait left, need no hook, just needs rest

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Jan 4, 2019

Jan 4, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC

officialkzhang

Bitter Water

toxic green coating cloudy haze for eyes rotting flesh peeling death in disguise stinging putrid scent fins floating faintly waiting to ferment water so lonely wade in circles long wait left, need no hook, just needs rest

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the dolorous pleas echo through her ears, like wisps floating down a canal the piercing screeches beset her sanity, like hounds chewing through oak doors their abject tears drip, whimper, frozen in the air, scrambling in descent many turn their heads, slice their ears off, let the blood saturate, and mute it away others bind the sight, the sound, the life, remove it, dispatch it, for good but she, she knows and bottles it all up to show to the world

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Dec 4, 2018

Dec 4, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC

officialkzhang

To Know Power

the dolorous pleas echo through her ears, like wisps floating down a canal the piercing screeches beset her sanity, like hounds chewing through oak doors their abject tears drip, whimper, frozen in the air, scrambling in descent many turn their heads, slice their ears off, let the blood saturate, and mute it away others bind the sight, the sound, the life, remove it, dispatch it, for good but she, she knows and bottles it all up to show to the world

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Slither slither, sly star Power power, shy tsar The Moon dances But all stand still Stare as it revolts Against one bitter night The milky film collapses The brazen lust erupts Night is overtaken The Time is up Slither slither, sly star Power power, shy tsar The Earth rumbles Mighty but unfree Poke a needle through Wince at no regard Let the juices run Deep into our veins Captured fine essence The Moon is slain

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC

officialkzhang

The Slight Sky

Slither slither, sly star Power power, shy tsar The Moon dances But all stand still Stare as it revolts Against one bitter night The milky film collapses The brazen lust erupts Night is overtaken The Time is up Slither slither, sly star Power power, shy tsar The Earth rumbles Mighty but unfree Poke a needle through Wince at no regard Let the juices run Deep into our veins Captured fine essence The Moon is slain

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we know of not empty of meaning knowledge pursued no more believing on graves once more winner too far late or it’s untrue fiddle fame with fate Names scraped well off Open for disgust, shun To spot what’s not or to spot what’s there

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC

officialkzhang

We Know of Not

we know of not empty of meaning knowledge pursued no more believing on graves once more winner too far late or it’s untrue fiddle fame with fate Names scraped well off Open for disgust, shun To spot what’s not or to spot what’s there

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One silky spring day in my bare memories presents few fine crows perched on light picket posts. Gilded yet dark, the birds spoke in shrills. Had I looked away, my mind be pure filth. An orchestra, all for me. The hills swayed, much with the trees. But time's no fool, the sky grew death. A jolt of light, a new scene set. How quick it turned, the blue gone too soon. But on they went, with transient tunes. Yet, after not too long, The bluster chewed land. I woke from my glance. The troupe had no disband. I feared them with no chance. Then, A pale strike it was, all I can remember. It slammed its poor body, so tough, so impishly, how rough, how inimically. Its feathers flew, desperate to escape frightful peace. Its beak dove down, an Olympic performance to cease. And so, it flew right deep into tender ground. And what's left of bitter sound, is all to be ever seen, yet never found.

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Sep 17, 2018

Sep 17, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC

officialkzhang

To Order From Nonsense

One silky spring day in my bare memories presents few fine crows perched on light picket posts. Gilded yet dark, the birds spoke in shrills. Had I looked away, my mind be pure filth. An orchestra, all for me. The hills swayed, much with the trees. But time's no fool, the sky grew death. A jolt of light, a new scene set. How quick it turned, the blue gone too soon. But on they went, with transient tunes. Yet, after not too long, The bluster chewed land. I woke from my glance. The troupe had no disband. I feared them with no chance. Then, A pale strike it was, all I can remember. It slammed its poor body, so tough, so impishly, how rough, how inimically. Its feathers flew, desperate to escape frightful peace. Its beak dove down, an Olympic performance to cease. And so, it flew right deep into tender ground. And what's left of bitter sound, is all to be ever seen, yet never found.

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the peace is erupted, as my fellow oak friend, swings to welcome many. burden of warmth and joy, all over my self, and face. particularly my face, a down face— a falling down face— a dead face— a far too dead face still meets those fine rays. yet no makeover, left in one fine daze, rife with all new face: a faced far worse face— a face none more face— a wished no war face— a closed the door face. all to erase, what face. so, bring back the peace: NO delays. so, put me to peace: NO more face.

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC

officialkzhang

Face No More

the peace is erupted, as my fellow oak friend, swings to welcome many. burden of warmth and joy, all over my self, and face. particularly my face, a down face— a falling down face— a dead face— a far too dead face still meets those fine rays. yet no makeover, left in one fine daze, rife with all new face: a faced far worse face— a face none more face— a wished no war face— a closed the door face. all to erase, what face. so, bring back the peace: NO delays. so, put me to peace: NO more face.

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Treat me with your best, best i've never once had. Say it to their rest, I am no longer sad. still they lack me not, not as if i was there. enough they really thought, i am no longer here. So I look on more, more love my rude goodbyes, the pain, so much sore. I am well stuck so high. I finally sit, Sit on my beaten stool. Maybe they can fit. I am well with such cruel. I breathe once again, Again I take my life back. make no mistake, there is but no win. I am well with all, still none, a hanging track.

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Aug 31, 2018

Aug 31, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC

officialkzhang

Know That Up i Go

Treat me with your best, best i've never once had. Say it to their rest, I am no longer sad. still they lack me not, not as if i was there. enough they really thought, i am no longer here. So I look on more, more love my rude goodbyes, the pain, so much sore. I am well stuck so high. I finally sit, Sit on my beaten stool. Maybe they can fit. I am well with such cruel. I breathe once again, Again I take my life back. make no mistake, there is but no win. I am well with all, still none, a hanging track.

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