"flashfloods" poems
silhouettes running down brick walls like
flashfloods clinging to ***** mascara
where starstruck children run in mud
call me the eve of original sin
for the things I have seen and the places I've been
for ridges of ink etched in landscapes of skin
for heartbeats in hoodies saying lest we forget
in the valley of the shadow of death
they rest with hands crossed over their chests
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
I lost myself when the words poured from the top of her head and swallowed me whole.
Drowning every inch, taking every breath.
The black steel barrel and the glossy white casing in which he placed himself has become a Kodak print in my brain.
How could you?
His body trembles from the volcanoes of emotion erupting inside of him.
How is he supposed to handle this?
Flashfloods overcome the grasslands of his face.
They glisten as they empty themselves.
They gaze to you as a last plea, and you have the nerve to tell me?
Stained and impaled for four years, with the knife you never regretted throwing.
Limping through the future with the wound that can’t quite heal.
The third number in my life, almost lost his.
How could you tell me?
The house is overflowing with hostility and you just keep pouring more in.
In public I ignore the constant internal struggles although there is war inside of me.
The four year long war presses on although my heart begs for its end.
Although I may act as a stone, I am not.
Although I may speak as if I am fine, I am not.
Although I may seem as if I do not remember, I have not forgotten.
Although I may seem like there is no wall, there is.
Although it may seem as if the respect might have been regained, it has not.
The burden you were soon relieved of was felt as soon as you happily passed it on.
Only being received by the 15 year old beingforced to hold the plate.
The 15 year old who you treat as a friend.
The 15 year old who was once your daughter.
The now 19 year old girl who still cannot forget.
How could you?
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
my super power
is getting into my own head
i can bring on the rain
faster than flashfloods
my super power
is disappearing
not invisibility
disappearing
like in bad situations
i close my eyes and f a d e a w a y
my super power
is smiling
because even on the worst days
i can pretend i am okay
my super power
is
-z.z
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
The effects of the recent devastations are still clear , this downward turn of events have left this nation in pieces
Strong winds of thoughts and unsaid words storm the mind and wishful thinking , daydreams have left the minds in need of help
The stocks of hope are low and scarce but broken promises
and unkept words are high
Flashfloods occur more often , waves of unshed tears wash the planes of rosy cheeks
Wreckage of homes due to typhoons brought by you left no home to find refuge , forced to look for a new heart to seek shelter in
And strong winds of memory blow , leaving everything that was in place , everything familiar , off course.
These chain of events have left the heart in a state of calamity , donations of love and comfort of words are appreciated.
This nation has been in a better state , let us wait and hope for better days.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC