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Zachary Apr 2015
The Tall One, they taunt me
They leave me to die
Forced from my shelter
To rot here outside

Food? Less than scarce
Water can't be found
Can't even search
Hard grey dirt covers ground

The Tall One has left
Fear I won't see them again
My anguish is deep
I howl in pain

But what's this I see
Through strange clear wall?
Tall One with food and water
Coming down hall!

I never been so scared!
Hurray! I am saved!
Don't leave me again Tall One
Or I'll wind up in grave
Apr 2015 · 3.1k
Spice
Zachary Apr 2015
Shutter shutter
Shaking hands
Static storm strikes
The world disbands

Claustrophobic
Engulfed in black
Must push forward
Cannot look back

The world is gone
Memories too
Can't understand
Is this world true

But there is help
They protect me
We fight for a goal
I cannot see

Does time stand still
Or move too fast
Too long the struggle
Not all friends last

Into the light
Beckoning hue
Sudden breathe
The world in view

Focus ahead
Devour the air
Back in this world
Thousand mile stare

Thankful but sick
Pleading to stay
When will it stop
Will I be okay

Finally home
Exhausted fried
If this battle was lost
I could have died
This poem is based off my first and last experience with Spice.
Apr 2015 · 417
Reason Why
Zachary Apr 2015
With restless angst I poke and pry
Your brothers blind stand idly by
Veiled hate? Bad place? No reason why
Felt no surprise when you said die

Head in hands don't even cry
From the room you quickly fly
Red hands; caught; my own blood dye
And still I form an alibi

You suffered then, well so did I
You suffered more I won't deny
No one knows while I live the lie
Why you felt you must say die

Displeasing scar to shameful eye
Down I fall from horse on high
Plans ruined; dreams break; I'm the reason why
You felt the need to say die.
Apr 2015 · 558
Summer Glass
Zachary Apr 2015
In intense heat
I beat retreat
Into the shade inside my mind

Who put us there
Under that blare
And left cool drinks behind

A little ice
Would be nice
To cool the body hot

I cannot think
With no heat sink
So therefore I am not

The sun beats on
I will it gone
But spitefully it lingers

So dry inside
While moisture applied
Heavily from toes to fingers

Dripping sweat
I regret
Calling these people friend

If you "hold me dear"
Why bring me here
To my hot and bitter end

With vision hazy
And body lazy
I see a glass of water ahead

Cool water drips
Down glass sides slips
I think I must be dead

I think therefore I am again
As water poor through every vein
Summer tokin' can be a blast
But forget your water, it could be your last
Apr 2015 · 351
Evil That I Know
Zachary Apr 2015
I try to push you from my mind
Sweet seductress keeps me blind
Whispered truth veiled in lie
Crave more of that sweet supply

Screams for help echo in my head
Grasp for words that must be said
This masquerade to hide from all
Acting big while feeling so small

And for release where do I go
Back to her the evil that I know
Her embrace once heavenly
Now leaves me numb and empty
This originally had a fourth stanza, but I thought it sounded out of place when this is really read as a poem and not the song I intended it.  That stanza, for the sake of completeness, is:

We are all born mad and some remain so
Some drive themselves back with the evil they know
Blinded wisdom from day stumbles in our night
But why trust the fool who can't keep upright
Apr 2015 · 332
Claws and Teeth
Zachary Apr 2015
I sink into your sweet embrace
Deceptively you call
With soft cotton hands you hold me back
From everything at all

Poison dripping in my mind
Paranoia on the rise
Clamoring to leaden feet
Blind to your disguise

Hours pass, days, weeks, then years
Together we silently wait
For me to finally say farewell
To the reason for this hate

Venom dripping in my brain
Anxiety quietly humming
Struggling with this ball and chain
While the humming turns to drumming

Silently you stalk your prey
But I now feel you there
You've done enough, I'll make you leave
This to you I swear

Acid boiling in my skull
Anger burning red
With claws and teeth you latch on tight
Won't stop until I'm dead
Apr 2015 · 782
I Was Happy Here
Zachary Apr 2015
I sit and I look upon my shelves
Every item a reflection of myself
The silver memories pulled from my mind
Collect dust where they sat when I left them behind

I walk among them, now strangers to me
Wondering if in one of these wisps I was happy
Its been so long since I felt it's grace
I might feel it again if I could only find the place

The memories flow through me like sand through a sieve
But some things are missing from these scenes I relive
I cannot remember when I stopped climbing trees
Or when I began to fear scrapped elbows and knees

When the love of the journey was replaced by destination
Forcing countless adventurers into reluctant resignation
Or when the floor finally turned back into stone
And Teddy stopped talking, leaving me all alone

I remember yards, so many, and playgrounds and parks
Adventures with friends until just before dark
While in these thoughts I linger, something becomes clear
Though I may not be now, I was happy here
This poem was based off a picture a friend of mine sent me.  Neither of us took the picture, we both just appreciate it.  The picture can be seen here: http://i.imgur.com/JooR4RN.jpg

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