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397 · Oct 2016
My Heart
Zelda Oct 2016
My heart has been following me around;
Chain smoking, carrying this rusty old saxophone
Never plays it though. I don't think it knows how.
But, it always performs for me. Singing silly love song.

Tonight, the city lights didn’t overshadow the night sky
And I thought about who I’d want to journey back home with (too)
If I was trapped in space 200000 miles from home
If I was trapped in a failing ship, running out of oxygen
I’d want to be trapped with you because I know we’d get out of it alive.  

My heart has been following me around;
I locked it out, promising it I was blind
But it’s chained to my chest
I locked it out, promising it I’m deaf
But I know the signs. I’m attached.

I’m avoiding the sympathetic overtures
Because I’ve been through all of this before
But I’m not sure if I’m afraid
Because every moment unfolding gives me a feeling I never imagined

And I’ve spent the bus rides thinking I’d want to journey back home with you (too you)
If I was trapped on a boat, lost at sea
If I was trapped in an odyssey, and pirates invade
I’d want to be trapped with you because I know we’d get out of it alive

My heart has been following me around;
And I’ll never let it back in.
But I’ll cover it with a blanket when it falls asleep on the couch
Because it deserves someone who’ll keep it warm
And I’ll never let it back in
But I’ll fill its world with joy
Because I want to make it happy, I want to hear it laugh.
And I’ll never let it back in
But I’ll write it a love song and sing it with my chalkboard voice
Because if it wasn’t chained to my chest, if I wasn’t keeping me alive
I’d give it away to someone who knows how to treat it like it deserves
Better than I ever could
394 · Sep 2024
September
Zelda Sep 2024
Part 1
______

September is not kind
Barging in  
Brash and bold
RED, RED, RED  

Leaves  
Falling fires
Taking everything
Unapologetically

Ashes
Shattered souls
dark, dark, dark  

That which is truly lost
Can never be found
Again

September is never kind


Part 2
______

September on my mind,
Colors tangled in my hair.
Should’ve made it through,
But time moves on
Without you.

And it'll never be quite right—

September love,
Delicate, fleeting, pure,
Colors rushing through our veins.
A gentle reminder of passing time—
Devastation

And nothing will ever be the same.

September fading,
Resilience endures—
The beauty of your memory
As colors fade in the fall.

September exists—
Without you.

September always ends the same-

Leaving us
Devastated.


Part 3
______

Promise
You won't leave
When
September
Comes
Knocking

Promise
And I'll do the same


Part 4
______

I don’t need to know the language
Or the intricate details
To know the pain—
It's passed down
Through the bone

When life serves burned bread;
Savor the flavors of Turkish Delight

Like sitting with a couple of good friends
A cup of coffee
A bit of chocolate
A few tears
And a lot of laughs

In September
When life serves burned bread;
Savor the flavors of Turkish Delight
In honor of loved ones we lost in September
391 · Jul 2016
A little, but a lot.
Zelda Jul 2016
I am the friend they will never know.
They are the love I’m weaning off
They were too scared to breathe
the sweet fragrance of lightening.
Now left behind in memories,

Another moment turned to ash
As rain kept pouring, slurred between the beds were lies coming into view
I know the truth.
The schemes to catch butterflies
The sport to **** mythical creatures
Always running
Gotta keep running
Far far away

No more secret letters passed around the classroom
About to enter the virtual world
Full of electric sheep
I’ll fall asleep covered in wires
And wake up with black ice in my veins
388 · Jan 2018
Untitled
Zelda Jan 2018
I watched crimson dance on top of sapphires
Surrounded by moths
I begged forgiveness within their bars
Sent out a prayer for a savior
In return I received a mocking smile
As they took you away from me
In your death I was birthed
I bargained the flames of the raven
To burn the moths
I watched sapphires dance on top of crimson

I’m not who I claim to be
Few can see the chains I drag about
Still, they follow my lead
I’m wired into a new era of empowerment
Where I play the queen accordingly
Taking back control of the world
Reaching for what I want
That which rightfully belongs to me

I don’t know how to fix the mess they made
I can’t reset the past
I can only move forward along a twisted path
Abandoning all the answers
To watch them choke on the feathers they wanted desperately
One day you will understand
And maybe you will accept my apology
But I won’t rest till I get back what they took
I’m searching for that which rightfully belongs to me
386 · Mar 2018
A Broken World
Zelda Mar 2018
As people we live in a broken world
There is no denying that
And we're looking for something
We're empty and we try to fill ourselves with money and cars and *** and happiness...
If someone is hungry enough they'll try to eat their own shoes
If someone is hungry enough they'll eat their own heart
We’re empty and we try to fill ourselves by giving gifts and cards...
For those who have been forgotten and underappreciated
We’re empty and we try to fill ourselves by drawing silly faces on post-it notes and giving away our hearts...
Waiting on a thank you
A smile
Waiting to be held
To feel like someone cared
But we refuse to accept a touch of love
Would it even satisfy the hunger?
It's not what we need
Maybe we don't even know what we need
Maybe all we need is a friend to sit with us in silence
As it tries to split us in two
Because we know we need something
It’s why we eat our shoes
Even though they are worn and scuffed and covered in muck
We eat our shoes
Anything that will give us a temporary relief
The sensation of chewing
Swallowing
But it's killing us
And we think we're solving the problem but it just makes it worse
Because the silence splits us in two
Drags us further away from the warmth we desire
We try to feel loved
We try to feel important
But people are temporary
They leave, we leave, they leave, we leave
But if we remember one thing about each other
Let it be the day we were born into this broken world
And not the day we leave forevermore
Abandoned in the church
Because we can't find what we are searching for in others
Or their products
What am I hungry for?
Love
Belonging
People can't offer that
They let you down
Even the best people die
And in the end everyone will let you down
Every single time
Because they steal and lie and cheat and whisper things to sculpt our opinions of each other
And Jesus I stopped calling out your name a long time ago
I have to accept you’re gone
And my heart shattered into a million pieces a long time ago
But if they remember one thing about me
Let it be the day I was born into a broken world
And not the day I leave them forevermore
Abandoned in the church
Let them remember the simple days
When I made them laugh
When being my friend was the best choice they ever made
When choosing to keep me was the best choice they ever made
When loving me was the best choice they ever made
In this broken world
Was being my friend the best choice you ever made?
Was choosing to keep me the best choice you ever made?
Was loving me the best choice you ever made?
In this broken world
385 · Dec 2018
Line
Zelda Dec 2018
There is a black line between the page and the words.
When the line smudges
I get anxious
'Cause it makes the page ugly,
Feels out of control
And I'm wondering do I rip out the page
Or continue the line
What would you do?
384 · Jun 2018
Office Job
Zelda Jun 2018
Dreary office job
Rain knocking on the window
Bland client phone calls
384 · Sep 2019
Steps to a relationship
Zelda Sep 2019
Step 1: Find yourself a target for your affection
Step 2: Casually go up to them and start a conversation
Step 3: Offer them food and drink
Step 4: You are now in a relationship
Is this how you do it?
380 · Aug 2015
Frozen
Zelda Aug 2015
I am the white gothic style driving up the walls like the black widow
Producing the silk threads and weaving a tapestry
Binding strange shadows together to get a bite of that electric heart

Embedded within my eyes, are the emeralds the pirates seek
They travel the seven seas, lost in a frozen fever
Knowing their quest will end when they drink the green poison

We call home, when our worlds collide
As the comets crash into frozen lakes
On a December night we are paranoid by the edge that listens to our fears
This poem seems incomplete to me. I'm not sure. The ending doesn't seem right to me.
367 · Nov 2017
Sleep
Zelda Nov 2017
I think about falling
Asleep
Beside you
But you don’t know me
And I don’t know you
So I guess I’ll fall
Asleep
Alone
366 · Oct 2016
Hurt
Zelda Oct 2016
It hurts to know that he is used to being alone.
It hurts to know that he regrets never telling him he loved him
It hurts to know that he never told him loved him, but if he was someone else you know he’d hug them & tell them he missed them & he loved them
It hurts to know he chose someone else over him, and that someone chose someone else over him.
It hurts to know he loves him; the man as cold as the arctic.
What’s the rush? What’s the rush? What’s the rush?
Could you stay a little longer? Could you stay one more day? Another night? Why do you have to go?
When he went under why did he have to take his heart with him?
And if he went under would he be able to come back to find that he has stayed?
It hurts to know that he would save them.
That he would lie down on the wire and get cut and be close to death and still put their needs above his own because he can’t lose them again
Because he probably keeps thinking, “not this time, this time I can save them” but all he does is mess up.
But he keeps getting up and trying to make it right, which is more than anyone else does.
At least he tries.
He could lie, lie to him and he can lie to them and he can lie to the world, but he can’t lie to the truth.
He can’t lose them
He has to fight for them. He has to protect him.
He’ll bleed until there is no more blood
He’ll breathe until there is no more air
He’ll fight the lions, tigers, and bears threatening their world.
He has to because he can’t lose her
He doesn’t want to hurt anymore
359 · Aug 2018
Footsteps
Zelda Aug 2018
All I heard were footsteps
Moving further away
Fading into silence
354 · Feb 2019
missing
Zelda Feb 2019
A part of me is missing
And I don't know how to get it back

I don't understand why I'm so broken

A part of me is missing
And I don't know how to get it back
351 · Dec 2016
Austin
Zelda Dec 2016
Sometimes, I day dream about him, the boy with eyes like mine and ***** blond hair, and the different moments I wish we could experience. One of these moments begins with waves crashing against large rocks, the sun is high, it’s hot and birds are flying above us. We’re under a big yellow umbrella, on towels placed parallel to each other.  He lies on his back with his eyes closed, his left arm covering his face, while his right grasps my own. I’m seated with my knees pulled close to my chest switching between watching the ocean kiss the shore, playing with the sand and admiring the smile playing on his lips. It’s a sweet day.
Not really a poem, but a wish
350 · Dec 2019
embrasse moi
Zelda Dec 2019
tu as une seconde?
je voudrais vous parler au sujet de
un cœur féroce vaincu
345 · Nov 2024
Sandstorm
Zelda Nov 2024
I miss you is a pointless exercise
a murmur in the Sahara,
swallowed by endless sands

I can't carve myself into something you'd miss.

I love you is a sandstorm—
turbulent, scorching,
a fury that never seems to settle

I have no idea how to be something you'd love.

And I don't think I want to try
anymore.

I don't want to bend and break
under the weight of
your
sandstorm
Originally June 2022
339 · Apr 2020
state of mind
Zelda Apr 2020
if freedom is a
state of mind
then I am a prisoner
trying to find peace
by avoiding life;
pretending
the things I can't have
aren't worth having,
but I want
You
331 · Oct 2016
One Day
Zelda Oct 2016
I’ll give you one day
It doesn’t have to be today
And it doesn’t have to be tomorrow
It can be all the days gone by
As we keep getting older
Getting closer to new adventures
Sharing small moments
As beautiful as cherry blossoms
Like now, as you turn 19
And I can’t make the promise;
To always be around
But I’ll give you one day in three hundred and sixty five
Where we won’t have the day flash by
Where we’ll forget our responsibilities
19 or 90
We can live the day until the sun goes down
Until one day ends
For a friend's birthday
326 · Jan 2019
Grey Wall
Zelda Jan 2019
I am a grey wall
stained and full of cracks
but you've hung a frame
with a memory of us
over each crack
and you've spilled words of love
over each stain
322 · Aug 2015
Home
Zelda Aug 2015
I am often seduced by ideals out of reach
Which have caused a manifestation of bloodstained fog
Transmissions to penetrate my white imagination
Tearing down the picture frames and destroying the films of my past.
I vaguely recognize the harsh taste of lies escape my mouth
Shaving the white of my teeth;
It tastes like swallowing a mouthful of infected Whisky
It burns my insides as if I were being repeatedly punched in the ribs
During such an awful moment, I shouldn't feel dreadful apathy of my crimes
Instead, I smell the sweet sugars of the Chocolate Factory
Which was once radiant with a glow unlike any other, but those days are gone.
As I lie here alone on the pavement howling at the moon
I hear the tune of waterfalls hitting the pavement approaching
Though the evening is quite dry
A gust of wind blows harsh against the cars and every so often they yelp
Only when I open my eyes do I comprehend the situation
The waterfalls belong to the person above me
I gaze into their colorful eyes then cling to their outstretched hand
They take me home where I no longer feel the pain
I feel like I'm constantly fighting myself. It's a poem inspired by a dream I had, but also how I have changed over the years.
316 · Feb 21
Twice a Day
Zelda Feb 21
He wears a broken watch,
Frozen hands, a falling arrow
Invisible letters, clear as change—

She loves him

Twice a day,
His broken watch tells this truth:
Love is frozen.
No need to wonder,
No need to question.

Very extraordinarily eternally

And time—
Twinkling,
Twirling,
Turning,
Ticking
February 20, 2025
305 · Nov 2017
Colors
Zelda Nov 2017
I seldom wear dark colors
I like pastels
But all the colors faded
I searched for possible ways
To brighten faded colors
But I did it wrong
I suppose the colors look unique mixed together
But I feel faded
I think I’ll wear dark colors
Until I figure out how to wear unique colors
304 · Dec 2024
Breathing
Zelda Dec 2024
Broken bones,  
The holes in my shoes.  
Broken arrows,  
The holes in my soles.  

But still,  
I keep writing the code—  
Not very well,  
But still I  
Keep  
Breathing.  

Oh, oh, oh,  
I keep  
Breathing.  

How?  
I don't know.  
But—  
Oh—  
I keep  
Breathing.  
(Breathing)  

Broken bones hurt.  
Broken arrows can't protect nothing.
But I swallow,  
And I keep writing the ****** code.  

Oh,  
I keep breathing.
Breathing.
This ain't ****. Just a lot of emotions. Dec 13, 2024
303 · Oct 2020
the truth
Zelda Oct 2020
the truth
It's simple, It's sweet

no one can handle you
expect you

you're transformed by these words
these thoughts
these emotions
you're shackles

you write the story

and I, What I want

the truth
It's simple, it's sweet

for us, you and I, to meet
somewhere
by chance
one day

when time collides

in a corner cafe
maybe at the bus stop

I read the story

I'm transformed by these words
these  thoughts
these  emotions
my shackles

and you, What you want

It's simple, It's sweet
the truth
299 · Jun 2020
Unnamed Haiku
Zelda Jun 2020
Why does it seem like
people go from "Lost in life"
to "Too late to start"
290 · Nov 2017
Am I gone?
Zelda Nov 2017
It snowed last night
I’m tired
I’d like to close my eyes for a while
Will you drive?
I don’t want to sleep anymore
I want to work
But I don’t know why I can’t
Am I lying to myself?
Am I motivated?
Why don’t I want to do this?
What happened?
Darling, have I lost the passion?
It’s a snowy day
Darling, have I lost the love?
It’s a slow day
Darling,
It must be me

I did the laundry last night
Took me twice as long as it usually does
My room is a mess
My hair is wet
But I don’t want to tend to it
Let it knot
I don’t know why I can’t
What’s stopping me from functioning?
My routine is so messed up
I’ve been sleeping till 2 in the afternoon
When I usually wake up at 7am
It’s a snow day
Darling, I have no purpose
It’s a slow day
Darling, I have no interest
Darling,
It must be me

This poem is hard to write
I want to stop right here
But I’m gonna finish it
Because I have to do something
I can’t lose myself like this
I don’t care if it ain’t good enough
**** THIS!

I like to write down little notes
Keep them in my back pocket
I’m all alone at the front
The bell rings
But no one comes in
It’s a snowy day
It’s a slow day
It must be me
Why is this me?

The newspaper has been torn
And written on
In blue pen
But the crossword is incomplete
And I don’t know how to solve it
But the crossword is incomplete
And I’d like to feel tears
But they won’t come
How did I get here?
I’d like to cry
I’d like for someone to scream inside my head
I’d like to get back
But it’s quiet
They must’ve given up

Something is wrong
Am I gone?
Zelda May 2
standing somewhere stunning,
but instead of awe or excitement  
that deep, hollow loneliness festers.

couples pose under the Sistine Chapel —  
bet they're hoping for happily ever after.  
I'm wondering who'll cheat first.

and maybe, yeah, deep down  
I wish I was part of the —

Carnival —
rollercoasters screaming,  
cotton candy sharing,  
walking past the merry-go-round.  
I'm the wheel going-round-and-round.  
There's only one way off, another round.

oh yeah, deep, deep down  
I wish I was part of the —

Chaos
a small, stubborn spark inside  
reaches —  
and it stings. it stings so bad.

What's the point?
I can feel it standing on my chest
What’s the point of somewhere stunning?
If you're standing all alone

oh, if you're looking for me,  
I'm crying in the church  
on some random Wednesday  
bending God's deaf ears.

I've never been very good  
at convincing people  
I matter,  
that a connection with me  
is worth their time.

oh, I'm a stranger standing somewhere stunning.  
oh, I'm a stranger.  
oh, I'm a stranger standing somewhere stunning.  
oh, I'm a stranger —

standing somewhere stunning,
May 2, 2025
281 · Nov 2024
Dandelions (The Wind Rises)
Zelda Nov 2024
You know
I’m still afraid of crowded places—  
My steps,  
Echoes,  
On the staircase,  
Past all those faces,  
But I couldn’t find yours.  

Bunny rabbits,  
I name after you,  
Visit in the summer.  

I should've found you,  

I dreamt of you again,
Sitting by the window,  
Reading newspapers, drinking coffee.  
My red dress, my broken heart,  
The end of a moment—  
Sunny skies, as bright as your eyes.  
I miss your laughter on the phone.  

You know,
I’m still scared of needles,  
But I loved your tattoos and piercings—  

It's a heavy heart,  
Hard to carry,  
Hard to bear these days.  

You baked bread inside of war,  
And somehow, it always tasted like home.  

Your drawings, my office—
Sunflowers and sunshine,  
As if secrets were shared with honeybees,  
Revealing:
How to grow in the dark,  
How to find better days.  

The card you made,  
Ripped to pieces, taped back together—  
All that’s left are shades of gray.  

When the wind rises,  
Do dandelions carry the soul?  

In February—  
When I sit and whisper affections  
To graves,  
I watch them grow.  

Someday,  
When the wind rises,  
Will dandelions carry my soul to you?
Dedicated to lost loved ones
265 · May 2018
hard to love
Zelda May 2018
I’m hard to love
He couldn’t love me
It’s okay
I can’t love myself either
How could anyone?
245 · Oct 2016
October
Zelda Oct 2016
I know a girl whom October loves
She is the colors it breathes;

She is
A golden river of champagne
Steadily moving upwards
Reaching for galaxies

She is
The comfort it needs to calm its trembling leaves
Because everything’s falling
Coming down like spring showers
Everything’s changing, screaming Red
And so is she
So is she

She is
A minor miracle
To those who know her  
If only you knew her
If you knew her you’d know
She is screaming Red

Full of determination
Working against gravity
Striving with a passion
Day by day

She is
The trees
Dripping maple syrup
Drawing a line
An amber line
On the horizon

Waking up a
A bouquet of flavors
That should always be experienced
Never described

For there aren’t enough days
To describe the girl
Constantly changing
Like the leaves that fall
Day by day

And when the trees are bare
Once all the leaves have gone
And when cold days invade
Once there is nothing left

You will find her
Radiant as the fall
Golden as the streams
Screaming Red
Drawing an amber line
Day by Day

She is
The Colors October breathes.
For a friend's birthday
243 · Jul 2017
Screams
Zelda Jul 2017
I could hide within my own screams
because you can't hear them
and you can't see them
or maybe you just like ignoring them
Zelda Mar 2
He's getting high again —
Negotiations with death, again
Says it quiets the suicidal thoughts

Survival needs no explanation —


Not to me
Not
To
Me


I'm ******* in my own...






Negotiations
March 2, 2025

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️
213 · May 2017
Blank Canvas
Zelda May 2017
Empty liquor bottles
Landscape dipped in gray paint
Humanity, I own you
205 · Feb 2020
always
Zelda Feb 2020
This is just a reminder
To tell you
That I
will
always love you

This is just to let you know
That I
will
always care

When you walk away
From all this
Sadness

When you walk away
From all this
Madness

When you walk away
From all this
Anger and Guilt and Pain

I will still be here

Does anything ever stay the same?
Only that everything changes

Don’t it always seem to go
That nothing stays the same

This is just a reminder
To tell you
That I
will
always love you
as we change

This is just to let you know
That I
will
always care
as we grow

Through all the
sadness
Through all the
madness
Through all the
anger and guilt and pain

I will Always be here
172 · Mar 2020
die lonely
Zelda Mar 2020
People don't die alone
They only die lonely
169 · Apr 14
rootless
Zelda Apr 14
This life was a mistake
A choice I wasn't given
A story I didn't write

Prune the branches
The wounds weep
Sap like sorrow—
Grief without end

Sever the root
To bring relief
But the story withers—
And still, the ache remains

I'm at a crossroads
All I write is wrongs

  A rootless thing,
  Still reaching—
  I never asked for this

I am afraid of death’s kindness,
But life is no friend of mine
April 14, 2025
169 · Jun 18
Dolma in Greece
Zelda Jun 18
I told him
I’d like to die in Italy—  
A last meal rich with sauce and starch,
Wine, sweet and sharp
And a sunset setting over the vineyard

He asked,
“What about dolma in Greece?”

“With you?”
“With me.”

"I could eat—"

Wearing my blue dress—
the one that shows too much skin—
it’s a myth:
Artemis and Endymion,
sleeping sea, silent shore—
never touching, always returning,
sharing dolma in Greece.

He wonders
if we’d get along
in person,
in conversation,
sharing dolma in Greece.

Not that it matters.
But we’d be fine—
friends
sharing dolma in Greece.

The sun never has to set,
dancing, laughing, sharing
Dolma in Greece—
May 10, 2025
0 · Jun 19
Maria
Zelda Jun 19
Maria
tells me
to come to Madrid

Sit in the pews
de la Real de la Almudena
with shadows
and ghosts

Maria,
lighting candles—
Extinguished souls:
done begging,
just burning through the skin.
Aching
in the bone.

Maria,
Santa Maria—
can’t save
you
or me
or us

I'm just trying my best
To hold it together...
But—

Maria—
persecute the saints,
    I'll be in the Moulin Rouge—
free the sinners

Maria
tells me
to come to Madrid

Santa Maria—

Maria...
June 7, 2025
Zelda 6d
Silence-spilled rooms,
and red high-high-heeled shoes
Shadows blooming in forgotten perfumes.
Curtains drifting like whispered thoughts,
she lies on a bed
watching morning break her—
dreams...
and unwelcome guests in her head...

Oh, darling—
there's no time for excuses,
flashbacks.
Something special in a hush.
There's no reason to ask for anything more...
Between Breathes.

Plastic tips tap-tap harsh on icy floors,
empty kitchen,
undone button-up shirt.
Her skin is exposed to the poetry.
The Art must suffer.
Be careful
not to let it leave a mark.

watch every fall from grace—
and she meets herself.

She is the moment just before,
a soft repose,
a breath withheld,
a breath set free.

She is
Between Breathes—
and she meets herself.

Oh darling—
there's no time...
Between Breathes—
and she meets herself.

Gasp.
July 1 2015

— The End —