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 Mar 2013 Zach Gordon
Andy Cave
27 down and insurmountable feat
streak on the line for the Miami Heat
They fight, they rally, they scratch and they claw
They defeat the odds and leave us in awe.
I am not a Miami Heat fan but this was an epic comeback to keep this amazing streak alive.
 Mar 2013 Zach Gordon
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All is quiet now at last
In the house of the dead
A trail of tears I follow behind
Remembering loved ones
And times before loss
Joyful remembrances
And sorrowful costs
Remember their strength and undying luster for life
And all the things you did together
And all the things done right
Take them home with you
And just leave the body
Take care and grasp hope
In possibilities endless
Believe in yourself to make them proud
With more moments worth remembering
no proper title actually again
[can't say that working at a funeral home isn't starting to affect my writing now hehehheh
Pretend
If I was accompanied
In this shallow moment
Where time shattered
And maybe surfed
Across my skin
I'd be lonely,
But not alone
I'd see a day where
The unavoidable reality
Was my own
Fortress of my heels
Something I'd never escape
*******
And unattainable dreams
Where you could
Touch all the little details
Pick them up and
Dust them
Call them
Yours
Take them home and
Shred them
Salad toppings
Ingest
And be full
Forever
A poem based off another poem by my favorite poet Diane Wakoski.
 Mar 2013 Zach Gordon
August
It's a permanent solution for a temporary problem
I wish you could breathe another breath
But, for some reason, instead of that,
You chose death.
And I'd love to hold you tight, shake your insides soft
As if filled by a million crashing waves
Every friend would whisper in your ear,
That you could live a million days.
*And that it wouldn't, couldn't, be bad all the time
© Amara Pendergraft

It's so sad to see you go,
I was moving
Seeing double
Two of her
Maybe three
Dogs crossing
Almost dying
Wine trying
To unhinge
Me
The loneliness
Corrodes me
Equivocates
And I see
Straight
Again
One of me
One of her
Face
To
Face
Both of us
In this
Seclusion
Alone
Misrepresentation
A lie
We both
Go home
Alone
And cry
The same
Cry
Six hundred
And thirty
Six
Times
I'm
So
****
Disoriented
In between
Lines
And irretrievable
Touching

Paroxysm
Creaking
Me awake
For hours
On end

I'm
Tight - lipped
Tongue - tied
Dumb struck

Still

Ever since
Your slam
Of the
Door
That point
Of entry
That
Could
Have
Lead
Us

Nothing
Never

Now it's
Nowhere

And
You're
Never
No where
Now you're

Nothing

At all
Disappointment when someone opens a door for you and then slams it in your face.
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