#101
one hundred and one
why do people vote on politicians
who won’t get **** done?
one hundred and one
I can see clouds, but can’t see sun
why don’t they just vote STAN?
one hundred
ninety eight
it’s getting late
ninety six
ninety five
why am I still here, still alive?
one hundred and eight
why can’t they think straight?
why is it too late?
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC
The art of connection is not by chance.
More of investment and less of dance.
Follow this guide, to a T, to have a chance.
For connection or romance.
Step 1
Two people meet who identify potential.
Potential advertisements successful.
Interest of purchase, the game is on.
Time for negotiation.
“This is what I want, and this I see in you
we could be magnificent, do you see it too”?
Step 2
The two parties state their terms.
What I want, need, now you, take turns.
This is what would make it happen for me,
what I would need for ease and harmony.
Lists categorised by priority.
Lists of what would hurt as **** if you agree?
Step 3
Comparison of wins and gains and risks and pains
in our now well documented passions.
Stated clearly in the contract, attachments,
terms and conditions.
Does the potential magic outweigh the discomfort?
Knowing all, would you be a suitable consort?
Not free of flaws, just flaws matching mine.
The positives showing potential, long term growth,
and something less tangible. A sign?
Step 4
Consideration of the terms for the exchange.
Feel free to bring in outside counsel,
all normal, nothing strange.
*** I think they like me”?
“Do you think he even cares”?
“I don't know if she is ready”.
Doubts like this no longer stand a chance.
Step 5
Place fourth what you'd be willing to invest, on the table.
Be careful not to place more than you are actually able.
Step 6
Potential trial runs, if stated clearly in the terms.
Experience the chemicals of connection
and see if trust can be earned.
Did reality meet expectations?
Where there all the right sensations in our relations?
Giving passion a chance in this well structured test.
With everything now on the table,
are the parties ready to potentially invest?
Any last warnings to heed?
Excellent, I believe we are ready to proceed.
The parties gather for progression
as it is time for
Step 7
An agreement is reached at last.
Taking into account all that has passed.
The details have been discussed.
“Yes, Christmas with my family is a must”.
Will they walk their separate ways,
or will the fires of romance be set ablaze?
The beginning of a great love story,
with nothing lost and potential true connection won.
If you just follow the steps in investment 101.
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC
I'm under house arrest
For having a mental breakdown
And not letting my mother read a poem
End me
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
Our minds are a prison but the difference between yours and mine is I built my bars. Others built yours.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
My apprehension follows me wherever I go
And points out all of the possibilities of everything
To a point
Where it hurts.
As much as I entertain the fact that these possibilities are mutable,
But then apprehension whispers in my ear
sneering and squeaking like nails against a chalkboard
"How about a 10:1"
That provoking sentence elicits a tsunami of voices
Well-what-ifs and I-know-buts mostly.
The possibilities seem to grow larger and larger as more evidence is provided that in the next moment of my existence any of these thousands of things can happen! Or better yet, they all happen at once!
The power outages from this flood leave me in a panic
I start to stagger my breathing and sometimes forget to breathe at all.
The rain pours down around my eyes and the thunder rolls around my mouth.
I no longer have control over this storm that's heading south.
And then the storm cools off,
breathing naturally comes again
And I calm down from an attack of rain
And voices in my head.
Apprehension needs a break, but they never gets disheartened
So they tag along on my back and grasps tightly onto my chest and lungs
It's going to be a long walk if I carry this thing around.
Again my apprehension is near,
But this time it's words
"10:1"
"There are 10 chances it could go to Hell, and one chance it won't so make your choice."
Those screeching words
Have made me deaf,
I can no longer hear,
The world around me.
Just that screeching voice
10:1
10:1
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
This one is for my followers.
Each one of you have hit that "follow button"
you read my poetry.
I have read yours,
each and every one of you,
I have read your poems.
Believe me, or not.
But I have.
Each and every one of you
are beautiful
You read my words,
you come into my world,
and for that
I thank you
You are reviving me.
Saving me.
Keeping me alive.
101 followers.
I feel so grateful
for you all.
Don't ever say
"No one cares about me"
I do
I care,
and I see your emotions
through your poetry
Thank you for reading
Bleeding Diamonds poetry
But that is just a username
this is from the boy behind the words.
This is Zach
thanking you
thank you
my 101 followers
=)
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
I'm a realist.
He's a dreamer.
He wants to run away.
I'd say okay.
I'd have to earn first.
He will be okay.
I'm an abuser.
He's a lover.
He wants to make love.
I'd say alright.
But first, I'd chide him.
He will be alright.
I'm a recluse.
He's a free spirit.
He's everything I am not.
I am everything he's not.
<He doesn't look a thing like Jesus..." Music plays in the background>
That's all.
I just love him.
- Doey
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
You've tried a hundred times, I know,
But don't give up what you've begun;
It may be that what you seek will succeed
In try number a hundred and one.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC