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we layed in the room
with the peeling wallpaper;
the sweetly painted flowers
now crinkled and drooping;
you swallowed your heart and
i asked you where it went.
you said you didn't know
what i meant.
but when i curled my toes around yours,
they were stone cold;
and i could see that your eyes-
once a habitat of wild floras and faunas-
had turned to granite.
i nestled my body tightly against
this unfamiliar tombstone
that held the sculpted angles of
your shoulder blades
and the empty lost echo of
your heart beating.
the urge  
         to be
"perfect"
      is impossible
to ignore

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i  feel  shy,
i  feel  my  toes  curl
and  my  muscles  tighten
stomach  flutters  like  an  engine
heart  speeds  up  before  take  off
i  strap  my  mind  in  before  it  floats
it  would  get  stuck  in  the  clouds
love,  as  a  gas  would  be  light
lighter  than  helium  it  flies
with  the  combined  effort
my  heart  and  stomach
lift  off  the  ground
a  hot  air  ballon
filled with love
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|            |
lit alight by you
we slowly flyaway
sharing our small
hot air ballon
Every night we count the stars,
then you count my eyes.
 May 2013 Zach Mooney
Pen Lux
summers seduction returns
with burning rays of light.
I find my resonance with night
has been reawakened as I can
roam the streets without the tease of winters chill.

my bike and I have had somewhat of a falling out
yet I feel the urge to grip the bars
and pedal until my breath beats
me for the lack of it, and my legs
turn to jelly from the unfamiliarity.
 May 2013 Zach Mooney
Icarus M
I am a pretender.

Looking through a window that is slightly open,
so that a breeze winds in
with gathered memories
of subliminal pain.

And I'm lost
partially wandering on a plot of unknown sand.
With the sun no longer reflecting,
refraction.
A reddening burn
and a quickened pulse
aching *****
and held breath.
I know where I am.

I am a fake.
But I cannot go through with it.
If I do not in the "real,"
why lie online?
Why hide myself
and view myself
criticize myself in comments with names that aren't mine,
not even who I want to be?

Why do I ignore myself,
and let fade into lingo.

Because I am human
and I don't want you to know me.
Even when I want you to feel,
I want you to share this moment with me.
And that is why
I post these
discombobulating pieces of no reckoning,
non-entertaing, ultimate **** "poems."
Because I want you to understand this
                                                                        me
in this instant.
I don't like to reread. I don't like to rewrite. I like to keep it pure, so I can go back and look at who I was and what I wrote.
 May 2013 Zach Mooney
Michala
Under the darkness
That's where we were
The light of the moon
Lighting the car
I see your eyes
As they stare at my face
As your fingers touch me
And my body they trace
The feeling between us
Was unbelievable
It's undeniable
At least for me
Who knows if we'll ever be
What I know in my heart
All I ever want to see
Is us never to be apart
I cry in the night
By that same moonlight
Thinking about what I've lost
And the lines I've crossed
To try to be with you
Something I'll always do
Like I said I'll always be chasing
Even when it's heartbreak I'm facing.
From now until forever, but forever isn’t long.

From today until tomorrow, unless something goes wrong.

Starting now, and lasting forever, although forever doesn't exist,

Moving forward and getting nowhere, it’s you I can’t resist.

Ships are sinking, bridges burned, these mistakes, we can’t go back.

They're lessons that I've yet to learn, it’s sympathy for you, I lack.

Jumping off a buildings top, without your hand in mine;

“I love you” was far too much, I'm just trying to pass the time.

Dying is not an option, so I grow wings and fly;

Escaping from the world below, sinking in the sky.
Where will you be?
I'll likely be
In my ******.
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