I am not for him
For he has her
And I am not for you
For you have her.

I am for loneliness
For she has me,
For I have her
And we have each other.


F.Z.**N

If I had been born without a heart
I would have still fallen in love with you.


F.Z.**N

As they wash away
The blood from the streets
Of good.
Words,
Make me remember,
The days of a long lost summer
I am trying to forget

Now it is winter
And I don't hear
'Cause I don't speak.
It's cold
Yet, my blood is boiling

Natural disasters
An imbecile mind
With hands too clean
I shave
My breath
Away from dawn

Too ******* wasted
Too ******* not
Just too ******* ******
In a too ****** world

I laugh
I'm hilarious
Ha
Ha
Ha
What
I have no idea
What I have become

im not real,
neither are you
just keep pushing
try to get through
the pain feels real
thoughts seeping through
time is non existent....
when I'm writing to you

Maybe begging you to stay was the reason

it was 5:30 a.m. and you told me I wasn't the one

and all of these poems are ******* and have nothing to do with anything that is going on in my head

but three months ago I tried to **** myself and you wouldn't answer your phone.

when you saw me the next night you told me everyone has bad days.

With beer in hand and stagger to your walk I believed you

Cause you were right,

everyone has bad days, I would never deny anyone of that

even my bad days are better than others

I have never had my stomach pumped,

I have never drank till I have passed out

I have never been in a car accident

but I have tasted the cold bitter remnants of what love was supposed to be after swallowing one too many pills

I have opened my skin in the attempt rid my blood of you

I have stained sheet after sheet with what I thought beautiful was,

still all I can hear is you preaching that it's just another bad day

Cheers to silence
When she calls
And you leave.
Cheers to how fast
She makes
Your heart beat.
Cheers to your new love.
Cheers to what I don't have
Any more...


F.Z.**N

It's okay
I have the moon's company;
The only one
Who can understand me.


F.Z.**N

Do plants have souls
whom feel and know?

Is not their appetite for existence
evident in the ways they grow?

Do they dream with warm
remembrance in this slushy snow?

Or have I let my metaphors become
some form of reality show?

Whatever went before                                                                                                 Is to be called our past                                                                                                  Simply because that's it ...                                                                                            Our loved ones passed away                                                                                       And all our good and bad recollections                                                                        Happened in that past ...                                                                                             If you don't have a pretty past,then                                                                             Wait until you make a new past                                                                                   With your present and your future ....