Zeal
Where things started out. Talks they were small ones. Names and such.

Zest
Laughs are only here when you are near and smiles are aftertaste from the sip of your jokes.

Zodiac
We both don't believe in either horoscope or astrology but I asked what's your sign and I didn't tell you mine. Your curiosity drove you to ask me mine.

Zany
We put up the ugliest part of us on display and tell that we are okay with each other making acquintance with it. In the same time, making ourselves at home. Nothing to hide.

Zone
Oops, didn't we saw the warning signs?

Zoo
All the adventures I tried to drag you in but you refused.

Zigzag
We took the wrong road. I saw trees like ghosts. I hear sounds and it's getting steeper. We ran with pitch black vision out of all these.

Zip code
I wanted to say sorry and I'm not good at talks so I wrote for you and put it into an envelope. There were never stamps.

Zoom
The feelings. It went away like wind I felt when your car zoomed past me on that Friday night.

Zap
And I'm out of this game.

Zero


Z**
Our tale is the length of the Z's in the dictionary. An allegory.

I hide my dreams in the space between
the cover of a book and the spine of it

I pace underneath beds with a pulse
and I can tell you, my blanket is
clean of dust from the bookshelf

I lie back to try change the anchor
of two on the edges of my lips
into balloons that float

I am not really good at promises:
as I hold up the roofs for you
as I said I would
Earth shifted and I let it fall
and for me to get a grip just so
I won't fall

I slip in between gates of your houses
Seated between beds and bathroom
Spinning around on the couch in front of TVs

To the writer that I read out of pity

I have your name etched in my browser bookmark
In my head still there's pieces of I Couldn't Help It
how I don't quite get it on the first glance from the windows of a ******'s life
now, in hindsight, still
my favourite of all
I creep almost constantly on your writings
clinging to the lights you reflected onto my life.
You were my very first visit to this site
You are the path of how I'm here.

I thank you
I thank you, Santa Moon Humor Leah Rost.

I make a point of wearing silver instead of gold when I can
Because gold is first place
Everyone wants to be golden
So many poets agree sunset and dawn
Are the most beautiful times of day
Both of which are golden
But I disagree
Nighttime has its own peculiar but enchanting charm
With its crowning jewel, the silver moon.
To me, it is agony like no other that surpasses not placing at all
To be placed second
To have come so close
Yet fall just one place short
And watch as the Golden one
Outshines you, the Silver.
As a tribute to the unspoken grievers
The Silvers with their quiet beauty like the darkness
Just before dawn, yet unloved for they fell short
I wear silver.
For the Silver Seconds.

Please repost if you are a Silver too
Comment please! I love to read interpretations of my work.

We sat in front of that computer screen
arguing whether we should type in Comic Sans or Times New Roman,
ended up in laughs
ended up decoding Webdings cussing
I typed in for you and vice versa

While we walk under sheets of rain
No words hanging between us
Do not think this is serene
Every drip hit and crack detritus

While we walk under shades of hemlocks
Capsized in escaping rays
Never step on droughts
They don't belong in the phrase

While we say this gonna last
But do not even try
Never let tears fall onto grass
You know why we don't take up fights

While we're stuck in blank
I promised you won't slip
And I went down in a bang
Just before a deer could leap