"zac" poems
i just want to know
has my life been worth the fight.
i have died a thousand times,
just wondering.
am i really cut out to be something?
am i going to make a change?
nope, probably not.
i don't matter to people.
one day i'll be gone and dalton and morgan and meagan and stefanie and zac will all forget about me.
the only reason they talk to me is because i let it slip that i was feeling particularly suicidal that day.
the stories didn't help, i don't care about how you got kicked out of school for a month for showing up trashed.
it's not the same as what i go through. i appreciate the effort but please stop.
one day i'll be gone, and dalton and morgan and meagan and stefanie and zac, will forget about me.
oh how i hate fourth block math.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
This Ain't a ******* Country Song
You know I love my Rock and Roll
I wouldn't write a Country Song
'Cause that's not how I roll
This song it ain't bout country things
Like pickup trucks and cars
You'll never find me writing
About getting drunk in bars
There's no mention here of Taylor Swift
or The Charlie Daniels Band
I wouldn't write of how the banks
are taking our farmland
This Ain't a ******* Country Song
You know I love my Rock and Roll
I wouldn't write a Country Song
'Cause that's not how I roll
I don't know **** 'bout Redneck stuff
like hunting dogs and guns
I wouldn't write of Daisy Dukes
showing off some hot babes buns
I won't write 'bout the Opry
I don't know all that stuff
Of Minnie Pearl and Grandpa Jones
And Mr. Roy Acuff
This Ain't a ******* Country Song
You know I love my Rock and Roll
I wouldn't write a Country Song
'Cause that's not how I roll
There's nothing here 'bout Bourbon
or of Racing through the fields
I don't know much about farming
or crop futures or of yields
I listen to The Rolling Stones
Trace Adkins I don't like
Lady A can go away
Kid Rock can ride his bike
You won't hear much about Zac Browns Band
or of food thats Chicken Fried
I might go to a hoedown
If I'd just up and died
My music, it fulfills me
It makes me who I am
But I'll stay away from country
songs, Cause I don't give a ****
No Oak Ridge Boys or Hee Haw Here
Hank Williams I won't buy
I'll never buy a Dixie Beer
It's a drink I'll never try
I won't sing about Kentucky
or of a Texas Yellow Rose
you know this aint no country song
Good god I hope it shows
There's no mohter, dogs or applie pie
no fishin' in the dark
No Everything is Beautiful
No songs by Terry Clark
I'm really open minded
My friends they are the same
We won't buy country music
To us it's just so lame
This Ain't a ******* Country Song
You know I love my Rock and Roll
I wouldn't write a Country Song
'Cause that's not how I roll
I won't mention stuff you'll find
in songs by Nashville bands
There's nothing here about
watching football in the stands
I'll never write a country song
Cause country just ain't fun
Oh crap I just read this thing
And I think I just wrote one
This Ain't a ******* Country Song
You know I love my Rock and Roll
I wouldn't write a Country Song
'Cause that's not how I roll
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 10:33 AM UTC
JEFF the Brotherhood, Metric, and Phantogram
FIDLAR, The Broken Social Scene, The Zac Brown Band
King Khan and the Barbeque Show,
Matt and Kim, Vampire Weekend, Creedence Clearwater Revival.
Jimi Hendrix, The Flaming Lips, Artic Monkeys
Florence + the Machine
Death Cab for Cutie, Bon Iver, Band of Horses, Parlovr
Kings of Leon, The Strokes, Yellow Ostrich, Cage the Elephant
*** Pistols, The Ramones, Red Hot Chili Peppers,
Bob Dylan
Young the Giant, The ** Ugly Casanova,
Modest Mouse, The Doors
Coldplay, the Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones
Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Smashing Pumpkins
Titus Andronicus, Bob Marley
Queens of the Stone Age, Mana, The White Stripes:
all gnarly
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
Once more
I am floored
by indulgence
a greed
a lust
a need
complete me to bleed
in my left nostril.
Last night, I fell from the sky.
Saw why I existed
and misted the glass
with my bind, i am bound
I found M D A in my D N A
A ray of
Ad dic tion—
con flic tion, res tric tion, cru ci fi xion
He was more than just a friend
Ended in me coming back
attack of parachutes.
no—not an american raid
blade cut the lines
weighed out the fines
swallowing paper and singing the signs.
He saw though the redbull,
the xanax, the pro zac,
the this- that
your mix- match emotions
that k i l l e d like a rat-trap.
And for what?
Artificial love.
A c r a c k
in my parachute attack: I deny.
Last night, I f e l l from the sky.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 10:05 PM UTC
Side Effects Include Hallucinations,
in the way your words make me believe
that we will get that apartment on the 22nd floor with the designer kitchen and the giant windows and two dogs sleeping at the foot of the bed
when we're All-Grown-Up
but i try to hold your hand and it isn't always there
sometimes i reach and all that squeezes through my fingers is a wisp of green dark smoke
and you are suddenly 500 miles away
Nausea, Sickness, Vomiting, and Pain,
like when i wake up with tears already carving scars into my face
and the walk to the front door seems like the farthest walk i've ever taken
and invisible shackles as ancient as the roots growing underneath my head bind me to my nest
(kind of like when you tie me up)
the thorns crawl up the rusty metal and twist into my stomach
wrap themselves around my molten core
spreading shoots through bursting veins
knees buckle, hit the bathroom floor
And May Include Death
you are the perfect drug
an addictive pro-zac that makes me convulse from withdrawals
if i ever dare to skip a day
i have to have more
an self-refilling pill box and all it costs is every last inch of my heart and soul and energy
that's all you ask
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
ii.
I have heard Sia's voice
First was on Titanium's music video
Which I clicked out of bore
Second was-- There was no second time
(Maybe there will be)
I cannot remember how Sia sings
All I want is to hear
Holly covering songs
(Somehow Holly reminds me of Zac)
Holly's voice is not the kind of sound
You would fall for in a second
It is true love you will feel --
How John said it is just perfect;
Like falling asleep
Slowly, slowly, then all at once
(I don't know how many times
This has been mentioned on hellopoetry)
I didn't really read romance
But M said (not to me),
If you want to write romance,
Write it like John did TFIOS
(Not that I want to write romance
Or write anything worth reading)
And this would appear as boring
And random, but no:
I remember, M said that
Usually the sentence that begins with
'Honestly'
Doesn't really contain that much honesty
So
Honestly,
Those above (and below) aren't really the things
I wanted to talk about
(It's confusing, if you think about it more)
I don't know anymore
How many times this Sia's Chandelier
(Holly's cover, of course)
Has been repeated
(Over and over again)
I remember, my favorite before this was
Marina and the Diamonds' Teen Idle
I remember Holly cut some part of the lyrics
It reminded me of Zac
Or was it Gwen?
I really like mixing up things-
Really
I like being here
The locked door of the bathroom
Makes me feel safe
And the toilet seat
Has known me
Better than myself
It is like a mother, or an other self
Who just accepts me for who I am
It knows the most of me
How I move, cry, and smile and laugh
How I sing, how I scream
Even how I grow, how I fall and die
How I tried to ********** and gave it up
How I became me, how I am me
And not only hows but also the tiring whys
It knows
It accepts
But I will leave
Soon
And this bed and this messy room
And the hidings and the accidental leakings
And the family's warmth and their love
I will leave
Soon
Sorry not sorry
That I am happy
To leave
Soon
iii.
There is no place to hide
So **** false identity
I will soon be forgotten
So **** shame, **** filter
They say people are people
Because of their secrets
Because they are mysteries --
It's my wish to be nothing
I want to let go
I want to let go
It's hard to be a human
I am too complex to be none
I once thought
I wanted to be an amoeba
And I think I still want it
It is a lot better than to have these organs
Especially this brain
I don't like this brain
It manipulates me
It controls me
It thinks for me and without it I am stupid
When would I be free?
I want the freedom to think
Brain, don't control me
Let go of me
Let go of me
All I want is honesty
I want truth
Live in truth, breathe in truth
Know only how to
Say only the truth
**** fears
I am afraid
To be nothing
To tell anything
To know anything
When I made this account
I forgot to rehumanize
People other than me
(Not that I did rehumanize myself)
I didn't expect you all
To be so human
**** fears
I am afraid
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
I met you around the time Zac and I were to be engaged.
It was an arranged marriage,
But he promised me a lifetime of happiness.
They told me some loving would benefit my health.
That he could make me smile again.
So I stuck with him.
Every night.
You and I would meet behind his back.
He wasn't the only one who made me happy.
There was something about you
That made me forget about him.
Almost as if
I didn't need him anymore.
But they said I was commited to this relationship.
They told me Zac would work his magic 3-4 weeks after our first date.
And he did.
I smiled.
I forgot.
I relaxed.
I let go.
It was nice to be happy again.
Everyone around me saw it.
But then it was time to take it up a notch.
I was told to love him in the mornings and evenings,
Twice a day.
Then three times.
Then four.
Until I forgot what it was like to be single.
They didn't know I snuck out to be with you.
Eventually I was a whole new person.
I didn't worry about matched socks.
I didn't cry over spilled secrets.
I didn't retreat when the going got tough.
I learned to laugh at myself
Listen to myself
Love myself
Be myself.
The quiet world of whites and greys began to
EXPLODE
Into fireworks of vibrant colours.
I picked flowers!
I made music!
I flew kites!
The old me
Faded
From memory.
I was happy.
I am happy.
They said my life would never be the same.
That Zac had seeped into my brain
And taught me to see the beauty in life.
To find the rainbows in the rain.
They congratulated us on our marriage.
The couple of the century.
But, you see, I met you around the time Zac and I were to be engaged.
Maybe it was a coincidence.
Maybe it was the timing.
Maybe it was fate.
But I had broken up with Zac a month after he proposed.
I never met him twice a day.
Or three times.
Or four.
All this time
He wasn't the one
Who had taught me
To be happy.
- p. winter
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
Friendship.
Something that should be valued highly.
Jessica.
Sometimes we take our oldest and closest friends for granted.
Sydney.
We forget just how much we love them.
Rachel.
When we meet new friends,
Holly.
We become scared.
Sierrah.
We...
Dylan.
I...
Kaitlin.
Do ridiculous things to impress them.
Emily.
Sometimes, my mind just slips away.
Hannah.
Why can't I always be my true self?
Hollie.
I suppose that's a hard thing to do...
Brooke.
I'm very fortunate for you.
Beth Ann.
I drag on you at times.
Megan.
But my life would be so different without you...
Olivia.
I don't know how,
Molly.
But it would be.
Tiana.
Thank you.
Abbey.
You keep me in line.
Kateri.
My life is like a puzzle.
Madeline.
(Well, I think ALL of our lives are like puzzles.)
Taylor.
I have many pieces and sections to me.
Shaely.
When one piece is lost,
Sam.
Then the puzzle is not finished.
Drew.
You actually do complete me.
Zac.
This poem is long.
Kevin.
But bear with me, please.
Will.
I can't come up with the perfect words to describe our relationship.
Liz.
This poem may seem redundant,
Suzy.
And that's because it is.
Brittany.
I am a lost person in the wild.
Sister.
And you, my friends,
Mom.
Are the trees,
Dad.
The wind,
Grandma Bruns.
The grass,
Grandma Johnston.
And the things that guide me along the shattered glass road.
Grandpa Bruns.
The things that keep me safe.
Grandpa Johnston.
For that I must thank you.
Friends.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
objectification goes two ways
some men daydream about Kim Kardashian’s ***
some women gawk at pictures of Zac Efron’s abs
we all argue with one another
and complain about double standards
while continually perpetuating them
true equality will only come
when we see more than our bodies
when we look past physical appearances
and understand
we are more than our shells
that at the core
we are all humans
with goals
dreams
hopes
fears
and anxieties
once we learn to look into each other’s souls
we will all truly be more than
objects
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 12:54 AM UTC
You see as a boy, I never grew tall
Got teased by the locals, the names they would call
Tired of this cruelty, I pursued this one dream
To become important and held in esteem
So I became a tax-collector, so impressed with my pay
To afford all the happiness to last night and day.
To be brutally honest, my judgment was wrong
No friends came to greet me, no one sang me a song
In darkness I lay weary, just gazing the sky
And wondered if ever my tears would run dry
Then I heard about Jesus, who'd walk through our roads
And do great wonders, to unburden our loads.
So in a fit of excitement, I pushed through the crowd
And climbed up a tree, as my height was not loud
He looked up and He summoned for me to come down
As He wanted to pass me that beautiful Crown
I wept as He told me He loved me within
New life has embraced me, set free from my sin.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Zace crooned something
about rocking her gypsy soul,
back in the days of old.
I get it man.
I get it you rocking crooner,
I feel as free
as I'll ever be.
And I feel that way,
everytime
I rock her soul.
She's that hot.
Thanks Zac.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Don’t leave me, to think. You know
I’ll throw my life away, maybe
just mentally, never fully physically.
Because I hate it,the solitude of my
mind, the constant torture of the
veins of my brain, the straining my
heart endures. But even though I
hate this way, the way my brain
controls my emotions, I like the way
it spawns new life. I like the
way it makes me feel. I like
the way it makes me fade.
It soothes my brain, this loathing
I posses. It makes me feel alive.
And all though I hide from that
feeling, it brews inside, shadowed
by the circumference of my world,
my chamber of thoughts, My
Kingdom, which, by all means, is my life.
I love you, as much as I love me,
which, despite legend, isn't a lot.
But at least now you know what
my brain is like. So don’t
question my sanity. I’m normal.
Don’t question my sanity. I’m normal.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
The little things really are lifes greatest gift.
Nothing feels better then basking in the sun,
country music blaring and the smell of frying bacon
being carried by the wind.
Having people that mean the most around
magnifies the feel good ambiance.
I tip my head back and I am lost in a sea of no cares,
suddenly out here nothing matters.
I have found my reality get away and it is wonderful,
a version of Tiffany's that would make Holly jealous.
My shoulders only feel the weight of the sun,
and the only want I have is to put Zac Brown band on the radio.
Out here in the middle of July school seems so far away,
going to work doesn't make me anxious
and I obey only my rules.
The loneliness my love life feels even seems to disappear,
a problem I can’t seem to shake from my mind.
But right now the only burden I have is
the flies that seem to enjoy my bare legs.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
First time i had a real dream in a while....and i die...
I'm genuinely happy for the first time in years and someone kills me on sight as if i were a threat against their society...
I'm just finally at the peak of my livelihood...and some one shoots me down cold blood...
I guess this teaches you not to get too comfortable...
I was fine...i felt amazing...the cuts i once had as open wounds on my heart nearly closed until that moment...that i died..
The bullet ever so closely grazed my soul and gave a laugh...as my conscious mind drifted off..
The 5 seconds left of brain activity i had...flashed the one person i could never ignore if i tried...and i was whisked away to ...the gate...where i was to choose..to roam and end up talking to zac bagans...or cross the bridge where i didnt know what was waiting....
God
Purgatory
Or Satan
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
Raza
sounds like the Ra'zac in real life is the
word origin of "race" is the
world origin of "I hate you because I
can" I race
away from race and riot quietly in my
mind
without hope of
escaping my body my
flinch
away from a black
man walking my
instinct to correct double
negatives when really they aren't
not
right;
I'm not right
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
Contoured, oblique, I'm a freak
What is it you seek, secret terrorist, anymore than the least?
You know all my skeletons, you know my ******
Don't play doppelganger on my checkered personality
Finding me under the smoke Inbetween cheap cigars
Prowling in between all the bottles, all those empty clanking sounds
Smoking out till my lungs expand and breath in some new air
Crowded in the foundation of how I think, that's when you were supposed to come along
But if I asked for it, the originality would melt away in the fragile density of a throng
I told you Red, the songs are not enough
You need another love in life
An S.O.S. - a significant others song to make your melody complete
And I told you Black, you've got great advice, but when are you going to intervene?
I said I'm ready for you Black,
Why are you always hiding in the dark?
I said, I said Red you'll never stop bleeding, I can't help you with that
You'll always be crass, it's part of you, Red
You're the brass chassis and I'm what holds true within, you're always gonna rust, but you'll never change the way you care, love, and trust
We're blood, Red, reputation precedes our feet
Everything's already happened
Why do we care
Here Zac, just take a seat
Why do you do this to me?
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
First time i had a real dream in a while....and i die...
I'm genuinely happy for the first time in years and someone kills me on sight as if i were a threat against their society...
I'm just finally at the peak of my livelihood...and some one shoots me down cold blood...
I guess this teaches you not to get too comfortable...
I was fine...i felt amazing...the cuts i once had as open wounds on my heart nearly closed until that moment...that i died..
The bullet ever so closely grazed my soul and gave a laugh...as my conscious mind drifted off..
The 5 seconds left of brain activity i had...flashed the one person i could never ignore if i tried...and i was whisked away to ...the gate...where i was to choose..to roam and end up talking to zac bagans...or cross the bridge where i didnt know what was waiting....
God
Purgatory
Or Satan
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
No ghosts
Memories marked and stored
They fade
and maybe it’s better that way
Death is
Just another dark door waiting
Life is
Just a temp position while I’m staying
Occasionally
Their memory makes me cry
Grandpa, Lucas, Buddy,
Laura, Snuggles, Zac,
I ain’t joining them
And they ain’t coming back
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
You **** your head
A puzzled frown
I scratch your neck
Your eyes close down
You love to lie
Upon my lap
Not long you're snoozing
Deep in a nap
We love our walks
we go for miles
I talk you listen
We are both smiles
You ask for nought
I do the same
You answer when called
Zac is your name
They say that you
Are mans best friend
Both loyal and true
Until the end
Love you Love you Love you
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC