T.O.Y.Z - Hello Poetry

Aug 2013

Zac C

A Paradox

The smartest people
in life
are those who live
ignorant
to intelligence

6/25/13

Aug 2013

Zac C

A Few Inches From the Ground

The beautiful thing
about love
is that it gives you an excuse
to pick your eyes up
from the ground
and look up,
because you're not afraid to trip
on the cracks in the ground.

Because tripping is
just another way
to fall with you

6/16/13

Just a thought

May 2013

Zac C

Optimistic

I consider it
rather optimistic
to view myself
as a small spec
in this large swimming pool
of a universe
because
it only encourages me
to be
*bigger

5/8/13

May 2013

Zac C

Waking Up with a Day's Worth of Regret, and a Bullet Between the Eyes

With time staring me in the face
I scan my surroundings for
a brief and subtle moment,
making it a point
not to let my presence be known
but I notice I am too late,
as you gaze at me
from across this fluttered room.
You ask me,
"would you like a drink?"
to which I provide no answer.
I sit up as if this action were my last,
drinking the fresh air
like a depressed drunk
with the same motive of escaping my situation.
I need to think
think man, think
Silence is painted across the room,
then slashed away.
"You know why you're here,
right?"
You glared at me,
red beams shooting from your eyes
and connecting with me.
I began to pace around my head
gathering any and all words that
didn't involve pleading for mercy and I said
"Yes."

"Then you know why I am doing this."

I stared down the barrel of this loaded gun,
and sent an open invitation to Time
like a lonely grandmother
clinging on to the comfort of
a family gathering,
but, like the lonely grandmother,
I am left alone.
I can feel his fingers tremble
on the trigger
as if begging me to give him a reason
to push it down.

I thought of my wife.
I thought of my wife alone,
being accompanied only by Time
trying to comfort her by
holding her hand,
while she cries
wishing she had more
to spend with me,
and I shed a tear.
Think man, think

"I'm sorry I have to do this,"
you said,
the gun lightly kissing my forehead.
I could feel the animosity of the moment
and I could hear it screaming in my face
MOVE
MOVE YOU IDIOT
MOVE

"I'm sorry."

MOVE YOU IDIOT
MOVE

**. . .

4/23/13

It's been a while, huh?

May 2013

Zac C

She Said

She said to me
yesterday
that the whole world
was sitting in the palm
of my hand.

I told her
the Earth
was far too heavy
for me to hold;
that I would drop
the world
to the floor
if it sat in my palm.

And she said nothing,
pressing her fingers on mine,
and curling them
around the globe.

"Maybe this world
holds more than
you know"

4/9/13

May 2013

Zac C

A Taste

As you tempt me,
hanging barely from the tip of a branch,
barely inches from the tip of my fingers,
I hesitate, just for a brief,
but emotional moment;
time slowed around me
waiting at the edge of it's seat
for my decision
to explore the darkest depths
of the forbidden world of
forbidden fruits.

My hand moves closer
by the second,
Fear begging for mercy,
a plead I ignore
as my fingers caress you,
scanning your shape,
squeezing, and feeling your juice
slide down my fingers
and down my wrist.
Your scent calls me in
with promises of wealth & love;
an offer my instinct screams for me
to ignore.

Tell my instinct I'm sorry.

4/4/13

Because you are my forbidden fruit

May 2013

Zac C

Limerick

Two poets who couldn't agree
Decided that they'd make three.
They went downtown
Clowned around
But awoke just to flee.

2/7/13

Goofy :o)

May 2013

Zac C

Thoughts

You may bark louder than I roar.
But barking is for dogs,
and roaring is for lions.

Undated

May 2013

Zac C

"Excuse me, sir..."

DO NOT

call me "sir"
because I will not call you that.
I will not dignify you
with a title you do not deserve.
And I will not accept
glorification that I
did not earn.
I am no sir,
I am no child,
I am no gentleman,
I am no Heathen,
*I am me

4/4/13

May 2013

Zac C

The Devil's Shadow

The devil's shadow
follows me,
reaching across the road.
It follows me,
hovering over my head
watching my legs stretch
faster with every stride.
He follows me,
hearing my breathe
increasing as I leave
my calmed state
in a flustered worry,
at the embrace of death.

I see the devil
in the mirror
and in my reflection.
I feel it slide through
my veins, and out
the pours of my skin.
I feel him in in every
empty portion of my being,
every lost thought,
every lack of life,
telling me to
embrace death
as if it were my last friend.
and, for all I know,
The devil is my only friend,
and in death,
I embrace.

3/28/12

oldie

May 2013

Zac C

Morning Wars

The water is racing towards the drain
like a horse chasing the path to victory
as the foam is getting shoved off my face.

The razor, a warrior, sets up his shield
as he prepares for war, a begins to yield.

The cities on my face stay at ease
Why the calmness in fear's place?
It must be satisfying, knowing you'll be replaced.

So the blade kissed the side of my head
ruins and rubble, ever so smooth.
As if Caesar returned to avenge himself
from a dastardly betrayal, many hairs remain
for I am feeling generous, as I stroke my mane.

4/3/13

Goofy :o)

May 2013

Zac C

A Short Tale of Ice

You are like ice,
the ice I hold in my hand.
I try to give you warmth,
the warmth you desire
just to make you happy.
And yet, you melt
and I am left with
an empty hand,
an empty heart.
You are gone.

Then your return
with your friend salt
expecting my warmth.
You tell me to squeeze
Squeeze my warmth
into you, regardless of my pain.
You beg and plead
wondering where my love is.
It's gone.

3/15/12

My favorite

May 2013

Zac C

Sweat Race

I'm sorry for the sweat
that drips down my neck,
past the hairs of my chest,
races across my abdomens
like it's running from the
Native Americans with
arrows and bows in hand,
following the hair trail
to my skin cave,
down the passage way
speeding to the tip
to drop to my toes
then roll on the floor
to melt in the dirt.

3/8/12

Haha, skin cave