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zackvulnerable
zackvulnerable
24/M/New Mexico Welcome. / I'm new to Hello Poetry, / but I have over 200 poems that'll / eventually make its way here. / / Let's connect? / / Thank you for reading!
everything's been so different since the fire we drove those back roads the ones i'd venture alone i forewarned you of oncoming dangers you'd be shown every tree is bare now muck, ash though the grass still grows and only becomes greener the further we go i can no longer sit peacefully near bonfires every flicker, every spark reigniting what set all this apart i no longer play with lighters i feel as though i have more control, sure but i no longer trust these hands with the possibility of losing it all again everything's been so different since the fire everything's just.. decayed everything's just.. gone
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
Recollections Of Combustion
Dad, are you still flooded with pride when you hear or speak my name? there's certain feelings i tend to hide, and i know you feel the same. lying was never in my blood, how'd this hate get in my heart? i came here in search of love, and now i'm not sure where to start. i love you all so greatly, please tell mom i miss her too, but the reason i'm writing lately is that i feel i've failed you. - your pride & joy
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
A Letter To Dad
i always dreamt of clear blue skies evergrowing greens refusing to die awoken fully colorblind wiping eyes a thousand times she spoke of brighter days during countless sleepless nights if i dare ask her to stay perhaps we may see the light
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
Two Bodies & A Cure
dad always defined hard work as fighting through the pain, and never begin to complain, and mom has always sworn on angels, but through the vast amounts of lessons i've been taught, what sticks out most is how we all demand different results within similar situations; we don't all pray, we don't all fight, but at the end of each day, we're all searching for that same glimpse of light.
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
Pursuit
i'm on the front line, but was never prepared, is this real life? i hear the screaming, smoke filling up the air, is this real life? move me up another square for i am merely a pawn, caught up in a game that no man has won. "is this real life?" i begged them for answers, they assured me that my death was the only thing they're after; with just enough courage, i looked back and said, "you may be the king, but everyone else wants you dead!"
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
A Process: A Pattern That My Thoughts Just Can't Fathom
they always tell me life is a roller coaster, but I feel like I was denied tickets at the front gate, and have been forced to enjoy the ride from outside ever since.
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
Roller Coaster