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May 2015 · 630
Troy
Beyond the pillars of my once shining life
Stand the giants who hold it all together
Tears stream down their faces
As they claw at the earth beneath my feet
Holding up whatever it is they think is left to hold

My life, now ruined
Was once looked upon with gloried gazes.
As pure and white as sculptors marble
My life burned with the promise of more
Yet more became less
And less became nothing

Gone are the days when men would marvel at my flowing hair,
My bright brown eyes.
All that's left is dull and dead
Like a fish barely breathing on the hook,
My flesh is torn with ever **** and twitch
And my screams echo
Like crystal chimes in an empty room

I stand alone atop my broken throne
And gaze upon my kingdom.
I watch the giants tears drown the memories I once loved
And I watch the ground beneath their feet crumble and break away
Yet I don't run
I saw this in hindsight, I knew I would break
But I always thought I'd destroy myself on my own terms.
I never thought you'd be the one
To smash my kingdom to tiny bits
But I should have known.
*I should have known.
Christopher Zaghi 2015
Apr 2015 · 914
Don't tell me you're sorry
The hardest part is realising
That I will always love you
And you'll always love someone else

It's the curse I've been burdened with
To watch the ones I fall in love with
Fall in love with other boys
Like a flower that's shriveled and died
I watch you pick a new bouquet
Of pretty faces and enchanting eyes
But just as always
I'm stuck on the floor
Every dried petal trampled to oblivion
I relive it everyday
Like a hex that forces me to die
At the strike of twelve

And when that clock strikes midnight
I'm reborn
I'm cursed
With a reoccurring nightmare
Where my heart is put out on display
For all to poke and pick up
Only to watch them throw it down and Step on it without remorse
And years ago

I used to sit and wonder
Why I'd always been left behind
Alone and naked
Begging for you to pick me up
And hold me like you used to
When we first fell in love

But I came to realise
That I'd ended up alone for a reason
It wasn't love you were seeking
It wasn't love any of you were seeking
It was entertainment
And I was the naive little clown

All of you crushed me
And I stood silent
I couldn't move
How could I have?
Christopher Zaghi 2015
Apr 2015 · 557
silent in a screaming world
Lying in bed is the single loneliest thing
A person can do
You watch the night sky
through your bedroom window
And count each star behind the clouds
You count them, over and over
You lie to yourself
As every cloud passes
You can taste the deceit
Your brain always lies,
You've heard it all before
"You'll meet someone new"
"You'll find the right one"
Your mind plays its tricks
Time and time again
But you no longer listen
Because there's nothing to hear,
Those stars died long ago
And those clouds are barely there
So you shut your eyes
And you forget everything
The lonely bed, the empty room
I'm no longer listening
Christopher Zaghi 2015
Dec 2014 · 705
21
21
I stared at the ceiling
With the blankets expression on my face
I thought of my future
Along with all my past failures
My life seemed to mimic
A locomotive that had lost its breaks
I was moving in a singular direction
With nothing to stop me
I thought of all the people I've hurt
And those I've yet to betray
I peeked at the corners of my room
They grew darker with every blink
They bore a striking similarity to my life
It all seemed to grow dark
From the outer corners in
And I was the middle
I'm always the middle
Christopher Zaghi 2014
Nov 2014 · 1.5k
letter to oneself
You could say
That falling in love
Is an easy thing for me
                                            Heart open
                                            Arms outstretched
                                            Stars in my eyes
My feeble heart
Was built
Around the hope
That one day
I'd find my one true love
And live a fairytale
                                             Sweet and soft

But the plan was drawn
By a darker force
My love never comes
Like an unwatered flower
My heart whithers

                                             It turns to dust
                                             It's swept away

But still I'll lay her
In my bed
Waiting
                                             For a candied letter
                                             A sweet kiss
                                             A gentle touch
                                             *A reason to live
Christopher Zaghi 2014
Oct 2014 · 768
Eulogy
God masterful and silent
Hovers over me
Like bees in the summer

There buzz loud and obscene
I'm reminded of sins
Once long forgotten

I'm reminded of you
And how you managed
To burn every rose petal you saw

Its a wicked game we play
Tooth and tooth
Molars exracted, canines chipped and worn

The viens in my body run like roots
From toe to head
They pulse and wait

They wait for God to answer
They wait for the buzz of the bees
They wait for a reason to bleed

So I step foot on the front doorstep
And scream his name
And that wretched buzz answers back

I've lost this war haven't I?
I've lost you and gained nothing else
But silence

So I'll walk back inside
And l'll lie back in bed
I'll shut my eyes and forget the world

I'll forget the buzz.
And I'll forget
Ever meeting you
Christopher Zaghi 2014
Oct 2014 · 593
Untitled
I sew my wounds shut myself
And every time the neddles passes through
I curse your name
I know I shouldn't blame you
But I haven't the courage to blame myself
And I know it's not your fault
But it's so much easier to say it's yours
So I'll keep on screaming your name
Every time my body hurts
And I'll think of you when
My bones break and my skin bursts open
I'll see you in every shadow
And I'll lace every cigarette
With the image of your face

And I'll keep blaming you
Untill I can finally blame myself
But for now
Here's to you
You've turned my heart cold again
Christopher Zaghi 2014
Oct 2014 · 483
Left Unsaid
As a child I told myself
I'd never hurt again

Be here I am
At 3 am
Stone cold in my bed
Waiting for the sun to rise
Waiting for some hint
That a new day has started
And I'll be reborn again
Until then I have the night with me
It's velvet dark engulfs me in waves of sadness

I don't think I've ever felt this way before
I must have never
Seen someone like you
Because at 3 am
You're all I think about
And it burns me with a bitter rage
A rage that screams "I've lost you"
And the hardest part
Is trying to figure out
If I want you back
Or if I should let you fade away
Christopher Zaghi 2014
Jul 2014 · 505
Wilting
My stem has grown bent and ugly

And my petals have holes

From diseased bugs that have nibbled on my precious silk

My leaves are dry and tinted yellow

And my pollen is putrid and stale


---


I watch the other flowers grow green and tall around me

Their blooms burst and **** the eye with colour

Passersby stand still

Mesmorized by the utter beauty of my poison friends

They pick and pick and pick at them

Their petals full

Their pollen intoxicating every hand that touched them

Yet I stood bent

Still rooted and hoping to be plucked

But they spit on me

And the other flowers laughed

I was useless in their world


---


So I wilted faster and knelt closer to the ground

I slowly fell

Each piece of my body decayed and went back to the ground

And I sprung up weeks later

Among all the perfect blooms


---


I was reborn a ****

Much bigger than the pretties beside me

Yet they still laughed

So I grew

And I ate their sun

And I breathed in all their air

Now they're wilting faster than I ever did

They'll soon be gone

And i'll be the only one left

But I guess it doesn't matter anyway

They still pass by without even a glance

It seems it was all in vain

Because I'm wilting

*again
Christopher Zaghi 2014
Jul 2014 · 290
This Fire Burns Green
It's that burning sensation in my chest
That let's me know
That you were never there
And you never will be
And every spark we made
Would lead to embers
And all those embers
Caused a blaze
We burnt this ******* house down
And every memory went with it
Nothing was left
Absolutely
*Nothing
Christopher Zaghi 2014
Jul 2014 · 315
eternal
we spoke to each other softly
and played with each others hair
while the clouds passed above us and
we dreamt of what it’d be like to run away from our problems
and I turned and looked at you through the tall grass
and watched every blade cast the softest shadow on your face
you stared back
with the most broken of glances
and I knew that the fire we’d started
would soon swallow us whole
yet we still kept fighting
for what we knew we deserved

and now
each day passes
like falling petals from a wilting flower
we pass by each other
like leaves blowing in an ever changing wind
we dance and sway
constantly torn apart by the unknown future
and the feelings bound to our chests by barbed wire
and glue
we’ve poisoned each other in the most beautiful way
with each “I love you” and every “I’d die for you”
we clouded our minds and fed oxygen to the flames
these were our last goodbyes
our final moments
yet we both knew we were meant to be free
to break away form from the rusted cage we’d been put in
and like moths we sprung from our cocoons
and flew towards the light

and now years have passed
I’ve kept you hidden away
I’ve kept photographs of you locked away in gold boxes
and each memory we shared
became it’s glowing moth
flying towards it’s own personal oblivion
making whatever it had known
eternal
Copyright Christopher Zaghi 2014
May 2014 · 264
When I Think Of You...
Sometimes I find myself

          whispering your name into the wind

                    hoping and praying

                              that my thoughts of you carry through

                                        and let you know how much I care

                                                  and how much I actually think of you.

                                                           ­ I guess I think of you a lot.
Christopher Zaghi 2014
May 2014 · 280
untitled
I think I'm falling in love with him
But I can't muster up the courage to tell him
Because love is such a dangerous word
And I can't let stupid words
Push him away.


*He is my flower.
Christopher Zaghi 2014
May 2014 · 5.5k
Peonies
one petal falls from the bright pink peony

the cracks start to show

two petals fall from the bright pink peony

the world starts to slow

four petals fall

then six

ten

our pretty pink peony no longer has petals

there’s nothing at all -

two pink peonies in a vase, one bare, one full.

one peony says goodbye to the other.

The end.
Apparently I wrote this last night, although I don't remember writing it.
There was blood.

C.Z
May 2014 · 455
T
T
The sun that lines your lips,
Made me think of you
Everyday since then.
It's the rush I felt from kissing you,
That keeps me up at night.

Was it the immeasurable light
That radiated from your laugh?
Maybe the way each flower
Bloomed in your direction
Or each star
That looked away in envy?

It all comes back to me,
The feeling of walking on air
And tripping on every step.
The comfort you made me feel
When I was nervous as hell.
They way you put galaxies in my eyes
And made roses bloom
In each lung.
The way the littlest things remind me of you.

Everytime I hear you voice
I feel a rush of releif.
But still I sit and wonder
How someone so beautiful
Someone so extraordinary
Someone who'd put the sunset to shame
And make every orchid sigh,
Could have found something to like
in me


*Floof
C.Z
The moon
Was in your eyes
The entire time.

It hid behind
Two dark pupils
And a gaze
That said
I'm sorry,
For what I'm about to do.
C.Z
May 2014 · 408
untitled for now
It rained tonight.
Did you know that it reminded me of you?
The sound of each drop hitting the pavement.
A simple reminder of the day I first saw your face
And the sweet "hello" I'll always remember.

It rained tonight.
The smell of wet pavement filled my room
And I could almost hear our footsteps in tandem
Walking through the winding city.

It rained tonight.
The concrete must've been cold
Like the pavement we sat on by the lake*
Where we watched the water bob and weave.
Where we smoked our cigarettes and just stared out.


*It rained tonight -
And hope it never stops.
I had to just write down how I felt.
Christopher Zaghi 2014
I find myself*
drifting, day by day
falling in love
with empty souls, one after another.

I stand and stare
I watch them pass me by.
Their ice
just as cold as mine.

I know they see me
they see the pain
they see the emptiness, they know it all too well.
They crave the things they cannot have
they fall in love with the illusion
that two empty beings
can coexist
*and create love.
C.Z
Mar 2014 · 322
Love is?
Love doesn't exist in the way people think it does.
It has nothing to do with ****** fulfillment,
It isn't the spark you feel
When seeing someone you could spend
The rest of your life with,
It isn't a fairytale
Where someone will protect you,
It isn't the emotional fulfillment someone gives you
When they say those three words,
It isn't remotely close to the ******* people say love is.

Love is the most beautiful disaster,
It's that feeling of utter sickness when they're not around, It's not wanting to speak to anyone else,
It's understanding a person as being more than a person, They aren't human anymore,
They're a dream you don't want to walk up from. Regardless if it's a nightmare or not.
Love is the lightning attracted to the tallest tree,
Love destroys you,
Than builds you up again and destroys you once more. Love is the fire that consumes an old photograph.
Love is the hand you keep reaching for that isn't there. Love is everything and nothing at once.
Love will always **** you, there's no ******* doubt it will, It'll drown you in a river, it'll let the blood drain faster
From your wrists,
It'll make the ground hit harder,
But in the end love sets you free,
Love let's you know that you lived for someone so beautiful all the happiness in your life
Had to look away
Out of pure jealousy.

Love is the un-pickable flower.
C.Z
Mar 2014 · 432
life imitates art
You see, sweet child
Life imitates art
Each petal that falls
Sweeps across the field
Like a painter's brush stroke
Each breeze that passes through your golden hair
Is like a singers song
Each drop of rain, a dance

See my sweet child, life imitates art
Through birth and death
A playful touch
Each kind word said
Life always imitates art
Art never imitates life
You see, my dear
*there's no beauty in reality
wrote this in the shower, it's honestly meh.
C.Z
Eyes cold as stone
Tongue whipping cruel words
I walk the earth alone
Afraid to love a single being
Afraid to let a ray of sun caress my face

I walk through the rain
Each drop cascades
Down my face
Like warm black velvet
It treasures me
My lonely existence
My isolation
Each drop calls to me
It reminds me
That my life
Is not as empty as I thought was

But still I stand out in the blackness
Of the storm
Holding my chest
Waiting
*For you
C.Z
Feb 2014 · 304
Thank You
I walked down the street*
And saw a flower
Growing up through the snow.
It shone brighter
Than the gleam of each crystalline flake.
I stared at it,
I stared at you,
It was you wasn't it.
I should have know I'd see you here
Shining brighter than any star.
Your colours burst and scream against
The cold dead white.
I stared at it harder and realized
The snow was I.
I oppressed you
I questioned each motive
Each petal and dance.
It was easy to tell
By each passerby
That mine surrounding you
Was the real problem here.
My cold, my shiver
Biting at your delicate face.
Would I hurt you?
Would you stay?
They'll never know
And neither will I.
But I will stay
I won't leave you
I refuse to hurt you
Because you warm my soul
You melt my ice
You make me feel.
And as I stand there starring
Watching you sway and sing
I see the water run from my base
I see you changing me -

I guess what I'm really trying to say is
*I hope you'll change the season.
C.Z
Feb 2014 · 505
forget me
Being forgotten
Is like dying.
And frankly,
I'm taking
My last
Few
Breaths.
Feb 2014 · 281
thoughts at 6:43 am
I wonder what
It would be like
To see your face
Smile at me like that
Again.
too many thoughts to keep them locked inside my head.
C.Z
Feb 2014 · 498
4am
4am
I lay here restless
My mind carving a path
Through the air in this room.
I think of all the things I've done
And what I've yet to do.
The clock ticks
And the dark corners of the room begin to grow.
Still I lay here
Waiting for a reason to sleep
I lay here waiting for the sun to tell
The story of a new day -
I lay here waiting to feel
Something more than I felt yesterday
C.Z

— The End —