I am...
A writer.
A corporate slave.

I sell my ink to afford my next page.

There is a fire where my heart should be...
As far as I can see I feel you breathing next to me

But this is no grave,
Its simply a tomb

Where from the ground
You'll return to the womb

Nine Months & A Day
Til I throw your memory away

Crush those cries beneath my feet
Ignore the pleas
For sweet release

It is your pain I will defeat
Beneath the Earth, your fate will wait

Nine Months to the Date

So here I hang from lofty branches
Tying rope
Whilst you wait for your answers

Nine Days and a Month

Til I throw you away
Where every cigarette will say

"Nine Months &A; Day
Til I take you away"

Failure comes in a lot of forms
One is the look of your lovers face when you realize
He is no longer yours.

There is a point where you come to hate the
Heavy knowledge that it is not he
But you who is unfit
To satisfy what you have come to know they need.

I know that our love must go.

Another alleyway leads you to their future,
When you see the next woman
Standing in line.
But this one, isn't wasting her time.

It is amazingly beautiful and altogether resembles
A perfect image of torture.

an object at rest
tends to be the same speed
and the same direction
lacking connection

to petty holidays
where ya act like you'll change your ways
you won't

throw on that record,
grab those sticks
it is time to hit some ****

Let me crave it,
Let me tame it.
Let me sit and think about it,
so that I may feel what I have not had the pleasure of feeling before.

Im one of those ridiculous people,
I'll justify myself. I do not need your help.
I never have.

I am the girl you love to hate,
The one you think may be doing something,
But whom occupies doing what you couldn't
Simply… being.

I am the dream of the other woman, wrapped in value,
Crowned in moral.
I will break what you couldn't find in,
I will write it out.

FIVE LINES.
A STAFF.
I WILL NOT GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED!!
I will show you what you need.

Please, find me between the lines
and the apple tree, which
I find to be all that makes up… me.

Tell me that loneliness is more than I could grasp,
A sudden task,
That I couldn't spread between my fingers,

HA! I have found purpose.

Alexander
Crooked and darkened by the plague of modern intelligence, Alexander wanders down the familiar streets of their town with a compelling yet distant look nested upon his brow.  Disillusionment had radicalized him long ago and reduced most of his friends to acquaintances, and family to strangers.  Little did he realize that he had annexed himself from happiness when he spent every moment thinking of love and success.  So much so, that he had created standard by which these experiences could be logically sound, stable, and reliable.  If any of the key factors were missing, he dismissed his emotions as if they were late to class and continued about the mania of loneliness.




@A.Zahorcak2014

DESTITUTION-hypocritical, reflective, directionless, black roads, space, loneliness, realization----> reality, inability, lacking, murderous, prison, convicted, conviction, need to-do, railroad.

ACTION- process, comprehension, journey, end-point, earned, gained, knowledge, hope