I am human. I think too hard too often. I judge others.
I am judged.
I need as much help as I want to give.
I am self conscience about confidence.
I feel like I am no different.
I fear I am different.
I am love sick. I question my worth.
Wonder if I have what someone doesn't.
I play humble as much as I like to hear praise.
I falsely praise.
I see beauty in people they can not see in themselves.
I falsely praise.
I am loyal and devious.
I am worn down by lack of results.
I don't know what I like to do.
I lack a teacher. I require guidance.
I will help what I love, nothing else.
I want one girls forgiveness.
I want her to know I hurt for her.
I need a partner.
I desperately want to give and take.

From 102
from 6am
I hear those little steps.
Innocent
constant reminders
that no one picks you up.
Even if they hear you cry.

Simple words wrapped around stagnant constitutions
written for half *** revolution.
There will be no more Zach and Sineigh.
No more Signature graveyards.
No more Percocet 30.
A real lose, lose.
Shame in what I miss most.

Square one.
Basic education
on top
middle class foundation.
Teased by a girl
eating off China.
Rules enforced
by the best case scenario.

Survival
Strung out and pressed
Horse **** force fed
Crowds putting jockeys
on pedestals
Slit wrist attention
for the edible icon
No better view

As the spirit wanes
the form appears.
Well bukowski said it, i never met him.
So i wont capitalize his name.
I romanticized his stories when i was young.
Whatever young means.
Whatever romance means.
I am not writing a poem
I was taught not to use
I or We or You
In a poem.
This is Zach, this is unbiased
10/10 bass line.
This is you clicking back
because you didnt know Hank either
or you didnt believe me.

Some things words will not say
unusual is the subtle
speechless man
Uncomfortable
is the sound of life
Not unfortunate.
Who says
bleak moons turning sons to sun
all before 0600
is a good thing.

Go ahead take a good look.
Go on breathe it in.
I have a gap in my two front teeth.
Still get the occasional acne
And male pattern baldness
Well I need that like a real dad.
Really I don't.
Look at my finger nails.
I barely have them.
It's called stress, maybe anxiety.
We put labels on juice.
Why not emotion?