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 Apr 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
I awake,
I ponder,
Sunny days,
No longer

No escape,
From fires,
Only ways,
To temporarily feel higher

I recall,
These moments,
Where I fall,
Back down to Earth

I exclaim,
My depression,
No will,
To live, but die

I fall asleep,
I listen,
Starry skies,
They sing to me

They say,
To stay asleep,
Don’t awake,
Just begin to dream

No stress,
Just colors,
Happy sounds,
Clear waters

I’m alive,
My eyes closed.
Nothing exceptional whatsoever, something old I wrote a long long time ago... just very simple
 Apr 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
The Pit
 Apr 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
The pit that appears covered travels deepest to the core

The pit that I feel which lies far under the smoke-spitting pipes of my lungs

The pit that I feel which even hides beneath the jet-black odious chambers of my heart

The pit that shelters moss on its shadowy walls grows around these visible ribs, and it's suffocating me

The pit that bores warning signs for hunters and hikers alike, for no one must reach it's internal sanctuary of melancholy

The pit of your most sinister creation, the pit you spent years piling with leaves so I could not even recognize it

Until with one swift goodbye, the wind in that word brushed this mirage of love and support aside to reveal a pit that has grown so large that it echoes my cries

Only so they can replay like the rain, only so I can listen to them every single night before my eyes finally give way to slumber

So with the coming of April, I pray the trees recover their lost leaves, so I can do my best to shield this throbbing scar of solemn sorrow

Yet, I must remain alone, for I don't have the audacity to lead someone into this pit of desolation where it is impossible for me to love them, such as you replaced your pit with mine
That feeling in your chest where you just feel so **** alone...
 Apr 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
disconnect me now
watch as i disintegrate
unplug the sad thoughts

a stale cigarette
releases toxic sorrows
echoing my pain

i must disappear
a blue ocean or gray fog
one must capture me

those fabricated
memories of my deep gaze
you didn't look back

do not waste a breath
from your sly, deceptive mouth
harboring liquor
 Apr 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
I saw the aurora lights in your eyes
Fresh streams and salty tides
I tasted strawberry fields in your lips
The sweet tongue of coconut as it splits
I swayed the tepid summer grass along your spine,
Gliding leaf petals in your hair, as we sat in the strong branches of this Ponderosa Pine

The place where I now go alone to ponder of you
Today, my vision only grows blurry, as it crowds with a deep population of blue,
The heaviness on my heart of a lighter branch almost spoils this beautiful view,
However, I can trust that this tree will never run from me,
It will stay rooted as promised; it will remain much longer than you
 Apr 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
I can't help but notice
A rift in our ways
As my eyes grow sleepy
When they are matched with yours

My lips have been touched with snowflakes
Numb to the taste of a past love
And my heart beats slower now
When you tell me you love me

Again and again
The distance of emotion
The collapse of passion
Be like the winds of the spring, and leave with the rain
 Apr 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
Ouch
 Apr 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
In this moment I've never felt so empty

My heart is a wooden slab being knawed away at by pesky termites that leave unrepairable holes

And my lungs like Swiss cheese that can't seem to give me the oxygen I need in order to rid the lump of sorrow in my throat

It's in this moment that your back has turned to me, as I count your steps and wait to hear the slamming of a car door

I count on you to look back at me and smile, but my hope has again betrayed me, and I realize the last I'll see of you will have been this moment

So I've never felt so empty
I've never felt so alone
Sidenote: Happy Easter everybody. Enjoy it
 Apr 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
suspend me underneath natural light that reflects from your soul
shower me with your promising words that flow blissfully like spring drizzle on an atoll
the time has come, as my bud is finally opening for sprout
ready to meet your eyes, for I have grown to trust, and have shed my doubt
but it is in this revealing moment that you burn my orchid petals
and watch the charcoal shriveling of my innocent vines
as they disintegrate to moonless black in your hands
and the fauna and flora cry with my pain as they question your senseless  crime
Injustice they yell! Love mustn't become lie, thou lack the universal testament of time?
now you bury my ash remains with the same deceitful hands
under the soil that must resurrect me with insidious plans
because as i blossom i must face this process again...
you were the match that danced so sneakily on my wick
as your love was guaranteed, but it blackened with my hope
nature waits despondently again for a true love
*tick, tick, tick
I'm out of the country so I haven't been able to write for a while, but the flowers here have inspired this
 Mar 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
this depression
grips me like the rope thats soon to **** me
it's visible in my blank ****** expression
nothing is going to cure me
no one with a title, forget your medical profession
I believe its passed down genetically, chronological succession
but I don’t have my elders' strength, I’m choosing secession
leaving this place
but don’t call it regression,
because I own sole possession
of the knowledge that this life never gets better,
now do you understand? reading comprehension?
I became a master at hiding these feelings, skillful repression
and no I was never happy, there's my confession
how's that for a first impression?
in a world filled with prejudicial oppression and money hungry obsession
we’re G-d's material possession
unfortunately all the others will look on, intentional indiscretion
so yes, blame yourself, and discuss all the things you could've changed at my funeral *procession
I put a lot of deep thought into this, so I hope you enjoyed it. Don't mind me, I'm okay...writing purposes only.
 Mar 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
a hollowed wind rustles paper scraps
blowing ideas along beaten dirt paths
swaying words in vacant coves
moving ink across charcoal roads
syllables blossom over flowering hills
until they finally land on a note next to a bottle of pills
on a deep oak bedside stand
where you can find sleeping remedies clasped in a jittering left hand

and as he fall into darkness to meet his creator
the poet's process is recycled and will be passed along yet again
for his words will travel until they find another suitor
and as a hollow wind picks up in the night
paper scraps are rustled...
The depressed man's words will travel in cycles until they latch onto another host. I hope you've enjoyed.
 Mar 2015 Zach Daniels
AP
crashing waves comfort cold feet embedded in sand
adjacent to the lake-house and beneath the weeping willow
the tide falls along with the sun and a silence is brewed
until twisting vines of old christmas lights are sparked on the gazebo
a rush of noise and voices begins to fill the void that the night provides
whispers of love circulate among singing crickets and dancing frogs
eyes grow wide with the promise of an endless adventure once his hand is taken
and quiet footsteps become running stomps of laughter and joy into unknown lands
the two disappear from sight and agree not to look back
I know today is the first day of Spring, but I'm hopeful Summer will arrive fast as this reminds me of a childhood summer...
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