Britney Lyn Sep 2017

I stare out the window some three stories up off the ground.
I could live up here, never having to worry about the world below.
I can see the tops of the trees and all their branches reaching up.
And so did I.
I was always scared of highest, but I no longer feel that fear.
I only fear that I feel nothing.
Not a thing.
I’m sure if you’d pinch me I’d feel a form of pain but emotionally I’m lost.
As if I no longer have a voice speaking to me, I no longer occupy my own mind.
I’m absent, vacant.
I wish to be like the trees, above my problems, above my worries.
But again maybe I am like the trees.
Always reaching for something I’ll never truly touch or have.

I just want to lay my hand on your chest and feel your heartbeat, if you still have one.
Dr zik Jul 2017

O' my Lord!
You have made me asterisk
Not a blot on the canvas
Canvas; the whole universe
And bestowed upon me title of
"Highest of all creatures"
And now
Your smiling face
Grants me contentment

Dr ZIK's Poetry
Alexis A Sep 2014

I have a friend
One who I'll ask anything
I call her
"The all knowing Tori"
And laugh as it goes to her head
I trust her with my life
And my deepest darkest secrets
She watches me
When I'm at my lowest
And calms me down
When I'm at my highest
I love this girl
As a sister
And I'll never let her go
Even if I have to fight
The voice in my head
Every time I tell her something big

I love you Tori<3
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