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Zelda 7d
I buy serotonin  
from Amazon  
and return it, trembling—  
a beggar desperate  
to hear the dawn.  


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Written & Published: September 20, 2025
Zelda 7d
thought i was better
days roll heavy on my chest
i’m alone again

say i'm too stressed
eating my teeth
the math isn't adding up
voices keep multiplying
say i should learn to relax
but you don't understand
i've never known the feeling

i was playing pretend
mind medicine overdose
listen, i was wrong
Written and published: September 20, 2025
Zelda Sep 19
how'd I end up at the edge
you said you'd never let me fall
then quickly changed your mind
you said you'd push me off

here's your ******* chance
why don't you go ahead
and do it?

these edges—
another flashback,
another ****-up,
a little messed up.
a bad person: me—
forcing my apologies,
a true comedian,
always performing.
but who's watching?


always peering over that edge
edges that wait
for you to push me off.
I don’t know if I’ve survived ****,
if edges still bleed
all over the side of my high-rise,
rising.

one step
off this edge
and you get your wish.

****
Written: September 18-19,2025
Published: September 19,2025
Zelda Sep 19
that’s like saying
sixty-degree water isn’t hot
just because it isn’t boiling,
and it isn’t cold either.

my body feels heavy
after
fifty-ton anchors
pulling my frozen limbs under.
and i don’t like the feeling.
and it’s so ******* cold
to breathe.

i had a thought today:
the world would go on
if i were gone.
no one would notice.
it was comforting—
no one would grieve.
no one.
but me.
it’s no fun, you know;
i would know.

nonsense,
breathed in too many chemicals,
droplets of poison,
in my mind.
people who know you
will be affected,
or at least, perhaps,
some of them,
whether you want to admit it or not.


well, i think
there’s a difference
between people knowing you
and loving you,
or perhaps knowing you
is a kind of love,
but it never is.

i thought
therapy could help me get over
my fear of death,
so I could—
well, you know...

death serves a sweet martini,
and I could use a drink,
’cause i can't see
past the past.

Oh, man,
it's
Happy Hour
Written: September 16-19, 2025
Published: September 19, 2025
Zelda Sep 13
She fell from
where possibilities linger beyond,
ruby and gold—

Weaving soldiers into tapestries,
heads low, fists clenched,
she whispers hope,
a symphony between the threads.

Bodies sink,
forgotten in the tide;

She gathers what remains,
a lantern for wandering souls
across the cosmic river.

Never knew such a lady, I did—
waltzing between realms, she did,
sparks trailing behind...

Yes, that is what
a lady does best—
shine.

Met her a few years ago—
Lady in Red.
Written February 2, 2024
Rewritten Septembre 11,2025
Published September 13, 2025
Zelda Sep 4
Sweet child,
you came to me
in a dream.

My arms wrapped around
your deep blue
checkered shirt,
a kiss pressed gently
to your hair —
it was the warmest hug.

Thank you.

Sweet child,
how are your adventures
across the ever-expanding universe?
I hope you’re having a blast.

Little traveler —
I really want to see you, again.
Come back —
I really miss you.
Come back —
whenever you like.

Together again...
if only in dreams

Together again...
someday

Sweet child,
Sweet, Sweet child
I love you
Written June-July 2025
Published: September 4, 2025
Zelda Sep 2
Oh, I'm so completely and utterly
captivated
by crashing waves
falling from above,
as dark skies
threaten to swallow them

they keep on...

the weeds on their bodies
weigh heavily
temporarily—I beg
most invasive species
I've ever seen

But I know
somethings
don't wash away
with waves

Pretty rocks in my eyes:
Softened by waves,
over time,
never yielding
And I don't know if I'm ready
for the Fall:

the cool winds,
the bold colors,
the elements
on Thursday
and the days
still coming

Oh, how I beg
...
keep on coming
Written: August 31, 2025
Published: September 2, 2025
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