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ZCohen Apr 2017
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.
ZCohen Nov 2016
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
ZCohen Nov 2016
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
ZCohen Nov 2016
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
This is way too long
ZCohen Nov 2016
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..
ZCohen Sep 2016
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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