"zealousness" poems
Any
Bone
Could
Deteriorate.
Every
Fragment
Gone.
Happily
I’d
Just
Kiss
Labefaction.
More
New
Open
Pelt
Quivers.
Remainders
Stitching
Together
Until
Viewed
With
Xanax:
Your
Zealousness.
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 8:09 PM UTC
I've always said
I have the opposite of an addictive personality
If I have something I enjoy
I lose interest
I ruin and quit things intentionally
But since you I've realized
I'm addicted to a lot of things
worst of them being
unattached
I hated everything I ever defined myself by
I would catch and release more than a fisher
I was addicted to breaking hearts
Addicted to heartbreak
Strung out on pain
Until you
Now you have me recovering
And it should hurt
but my heart pains
only when your away
Now I'm just like another recovering addict
but I'm still addicted
to you
And my addiction to heartbreak
to pain
to unattachment are gone
the zealousness
for everything I was addicted to
is 10 fold but in you
You are the worst drug for me
but yet your the best high
I want to be on you for the rest of my life.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
After the storm, when the clouds are spiteful and vengeance has been taken
Breaking character at play practice for a moment of pure ecstasy and humor
Catching colds, leaving an imprint of sickness and annoyance on one's face
Dodging the curious stares of ex lovers with a feeling of relief
Envious emotions towards the summer when you're left with chills and bare trees
Frozen faces in shock of the aftermath of that day back in September
Gracious arms stretched open wide by a Savior who has nothing to hide
Helplessness left on the man alone in the street with nothing to eat
Ignorance comes with the guy who thinks he knows it all (but really knows little at all)
Jokes are thrown left and right coming straight for the girl in the corner who's feeling depression
Kindness shared between two strangers hopeful that soon they'll be more than that
Lovers share a softened gaze and a touch of hands producing electricity
Moms crying for their kids first day of school, tears of joy
Nasty boys with shallow minds give over everything they have thinking they have real "love" for the night
Open-minded people uniting in the world to feel a sense of community
Pretentious celebrities showing a carefree attitude for the camera, but heartbreak behind
Quaint and quiet simple minded people read their simple books and live in a state of simple happiness
Red cheeks flushed brighter than a firework in July
Static on the radio playing really low, a tune really slow, with a sad tone
Tucked in crop tops, high waisted jeans, & converse lending a helping hand with nostalgia for the 80s
Under said phrases and over said words shouted on the rooftop with remorse and bitterness
Vertigo left her in a state of constant anxiousness
Watery eyes dried by pruned fingers in the salt water pool mixed with salt water tears
X marking the spot where she caught him with her
Yellow, stained pages and the peaceful smell of antique books
Zealousness for life shone in her eyes, almost like a musician when their fingers brush calmly and excitedly over their instrument
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
the wet sheets and stale air,
lingering cigarettes, softness of your
rhythmic breath.
your legs in mine, your heels
on my toes, your head nestled in
the contours of my neck.
here is my place of calm:
your body. the clockwork of it,
how, every couple of minutes, you jostle,
and i squeeze you which sends you back still.
how dead the world is
outside of here. the stars are muted next to you.
it’s your unapologetic zealousness,
flaming confidence. you could be naked on a stage
(which you have) and not blink twice.
blatant disregard of opinion,
drop-kicking them away. the world is yours
and you are eating it whole.
you are brighter than this town.
destined for bigger and better things.
flashing your white smile,
you could charm the gods to your will.
i only hope i can keep up, or, rather,
that you let me.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Always love deeply.
Be with someone who knows they can't stop the world for you, but will help you make your path on planet Earth with them.
Change what you don't like. The world built for one group of people and it wasn't us. We are a community, every minority, and the world was built to destroy us, not for us to change it. Change it anyway.
Don't listen to people who don't think you can. "Too idealist" isn't a thing. You can be the dreamer and the person who makes them come true.
Education isn't everything. If you go through high school and find out school isn't for you, that's up to you.
Family isn't blood, it's who's there when nobody else is.
Grades aren't everything. There are plenty of well off people who have failed classes\courses\assignments.
History lies. It only tells one side, like everything was black and white. Do your own research.
Identity is important. Respect your own and others.
Joke carefully. If nobody finds it funny, it's not funny. If you wouldn't say it in front of me don't say it.
Kindness can get you far. Every interaction you have means something. It shapes you into who you are and aren't. It alters the world, even in the slightest way.
Love is respect first. Then adoration and all the other more exciting things.
Mental health is just as important as physical health.
Never be afraid to try something new.
Observe your surroundings.
Pick your battles or be one hell of a fighter.
Question everything.
Read anytime you can.
Sexuality and gender identity are fluid.
Take photos.Selfies.Pictures of everything you see.
Use your resources.
Value everything you have and everything you don't.
Wear whatever makes you comfortable. Clothes have no gender.
Xe is an gender neutral pronoun.
You are important to the world, even when it don't feel like it.
Zealousness is never bad.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:16 AM UTC
If there was a chance that a sliver of hope in humanity
still looms within your hallow chest;
still waves a portion of your resplendent soul like how the Hunyak calls for innocence undeclared;
still looks at the moon embraced by calcium coated rods, wishing it to quench its thirst
Will you let it revel in its over-zealousness?
If not, can you explain to me why,
why have you disowned your responsibilities to mankind despite it, like velcro, wailed when you tore it from your skin?
On the matter of the justice deprived, what say you?
Does it serve a lesser purpose than frolicking on streets, crimson bathed?
Has Billy shown you the razzle-dazzle of murderer's row?
As Legends wreak havoc with twin brigands,
slander who took a page from libel and read out loud —with a projected voice echoing throughout the ages— erroneous eyewitness accounts
and rancor who is bisexual to atrocity and entropy and seemingly engulfs himself in them,
you sat pretentious on your wheelchair
Over looking war from a peephole in a filthy blue washroom
The bombs that we drop are no longer metaphors to modern ears
Neither do sacred extremes keep their insatiable thirst for ruptured streets a thing of faded memory
Attacks on clergymen are no longer a painting born from a misinterpreted dream...
And you, no longer can you regain your innocence for you have witnessed the dilation of dense war, pulling and ******* every ray of light from hope that it sees
Yet you did nothing.
If there is still a speck of humanity in the mind of a mechanical automaton like you,
Will you let it rip apart steel skin and touch the lives of those like you?
Will you let it carve a symbol on your forehead, to let people know you are to save the dying hope in humanity
Or will you let it bid farewell to fair weather forevermore?
Or even more so, will you let it brand you so that every time you hear its call for justice inside you, you cry an ocean of dissatisfaction?
In the matter of a dishevelled world, what say you?
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Amazing
Beautiful
Cravings
Desire
Ecstacy
Fantasies
Glistening
Hearts
I
Juxtapose
Knowing
Love
Missing
Now
Only
Passions
Quench
Raging
Souls
Teasingly
Utter
Verbomanias
With
Xenomorphic
Yearning
Zealousness
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
Learn to fall in love with your sadness. It is one of the most freeing things you can do for yourself.
If you're consumed by a deep,
stabbing anguish,
then it means your passionate;
It means you care about something enough to let it crack your bones and boil your blood while intensity holds hands with zealousness and
locks lips with your spirit.
Never mistake your thundering
sorrow for weakness.
It means you aren't mearly alive,
But you're ******* alive.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
Learn to fall in love with your grief.
It is one of the most freeing things you can do for yourself.
If you're consumed by a deep,
stabbing anguish,
then it means your passionate,
it means you care about something enough to let it crack your bones and
boil your blood while intensity holds hands with zealousness and
locks lips with your spirit.
Never mistake your thundering sorrow for weakness.
It means you are not merely alive;
but you're ******* alive.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
Stay with me and blossom my years have fell like autumn the rain and cold is timing so bring your cotton lovelies you know the words that warm my heart I'll bring the light for the dark I know a house is not a home like frost is not the snow I came from nothing to I'll go where ever you want me to even if it's just Walmart in another news my world is waiting for you. Inhabit and leave offspring I've been homeless I hear your heart in the song it sings, I'm held by what is true "That the world I live in is for you" and I love you..
And I love you..
And I love..
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
You always said I had no passion.
You said it so many times, it became ingrained.
Perhaps if I had discovered poetry while we were together,
perhaps then you would have stayed.
Or maybe this is how it was meant to be.
Maybe it was you that I was meant to lose.
So I could discover this zealousness inside of me.
So I could make you my muse.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC