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193 · Jun 2017
Keep Your Head Up High
Zachary William Jun 2017
You should keep your head
up high.
If not in the clouds
at least above your shoulders
and out of the sand.
So that I can hear you
and the beautiful things you say
without it all sounding like
gibberishmumbles.
You should keep your head
up high
if only so that when someone
lops it off,
the ride down will be like
the physical manifestation
of the rollercoaster
of your life and emotions
193 · Mar 2018
Ice Cream
Zachary William Mar 2018
I was in a 50's style
ice cream joint
waiting on some Blue Moon
and I was staring at the checkered
floor
feeling nauseous from the pattern
and a couple came in behind me
who were more vivid than
any people I could ever make up

the wife said
"Dale, I got my own wallet, Dale."
and they ordered malts and I wondered
how many malts one could drink in a lifetime
and that my Blue Moon was taking a long time
but the lady turned to me and said
"i love your sweater so much it makes me sick"
and I said
"Thanks"
and she says
"If I were your size, I would knock you down
and try to steal it from you"
and we all laughed
in the beautiful
chrome ensconced ice-cream joint
before I took my Blue Moon
and wandered out back onto the street
of an old railroad town
with nothing else
to offer
other than reality
192 · Jun 2017
Lacrimosa
Zachary William Jun 2017
Instead of wasting
your time looking
for princes
and princesses
endlessly stalking the
shadows of castles
you should focus
your effort on being
a *******
dragon.

Breathe fire from
your soul, kid.
192 · Sep 2017
Leave
Zachary William Sep 2017
leave, leave
won't you?
now that the air is getting
chilly again and the bite
of winter is coming hard
leave, leave
with the changing trees
as there is no space in this
cooled off utopia
for the bitter flames of
hated
you hold so near to your soul
in lieu
of an actual identity.
191 · Jun 2017
Silence
Zachary William Jun 2017
I remember
laying there
with you
on a quilted blanket
under the stars
with a storm
creeping in the distance.
I remember
staying silent
when I should have told you
I loved you
and letting the
rain and reckless
thunder
cut our evening short.
190 · Oct 2017
Unhealthy
Zachary William Oct 2017
I write my best
poetry
when I'm at my worst
with the words I am
able to call out
while my head
goes under the
water again
and again
forming a beautiful
narrative that
attracts an audience
who pay no attention
to the person
causing all the ripples
and splashing sounds
casting sharp notes
to contrast the laughter
on the boardwalk
and I find myself
arguing a case
for meaninglessness
because that's the
only way I can
purge and create
these words
that so spectacularly
resonate with
those who need them

I am not sacrificing
myself because I'm
a savior
I'm doing it because
it feels good.
189 · Jul 2017
Shout
Zachary William Jul 2017
play your stringless
guitar and shout
at the sky
words previously
unheard by
God himself
189 · Feb 2018
Winter, revisited
Zachary William Feb 2018
There's a faint
tingling in my
fingers today
and my doctor
who I never visit
says I should lay off the
caffeine
but my fingers are tingling
in beat with the piano
playing in the room
below me
with only my breath as
accompaniment to
the melodies
and all I leave are clouds
of condensation in the air
as evidence of collaboration
where for a moment
I didn't feel so
disconnected
189 · Jun 2017
Them
Zachary William Jun 2017
I heard them
before I saw them.
On a street corner
broad daylight,
shouting at each other
about something or other
involving money
and how she made them
drive down to Texas to see
Pat Benatar in concert
and I really shouldn't
have laughed but
Love is a Battlefield
kept playing in my head
over and over
and over again.
188 · Jan 2018
Darling. Clementine.
Zachary William Jan 2018
he walked
from station
to station
his heart in a paper bag
holding it out
asking for spare change
because it doesn't matter
when the heart's not beating
all clogged and weighed
down by quarters
and half-cent platitudes
that it'll all get better in time
and that everything happens for a reason
and there is nothing to worry about

and all the kid really needed
was a little blood
188 · Jun 2018
Joyland
Zachary William Jun 2018
There's something
I love about amusement parks
in that you can lose yourself
for a minute in all the noise and haze
and you forget that
the Neon Mystics are nothing more
than 15 year-olds
forced into their first job at
the local theme park by their parents
because they need to learn that
the real world isn't all fun and games
and perhaps this profound wisdom
is wasted on the youth
who don't yet realize that there
are worse fates than
a summer job
at the theme park
186 · Oct 2017
Fighting
Zachary William Oct 2017
All I can do is
say the words
over and over
again to show
that the power
to keep fighting
is in me and
burning enough
to keep me warm
in this frozen world
185 · Sep 2017
Depression
Zachary William Sep 2017
It's like a thunderstorm
hidden behind your
eyes
ready to strike
and send lightning
streaking across the subconscious
like branches and roots
of a poisoned vine
strangling what gardens
of joy used to grow there
leaving only bitter thorns
and the vague idea of
a beauty that has the potential
to exist where only blackened
skies roam
184 · Sep 2017
Eagles
Zachary William Sep 2017
Last night I dreamt
that eagles came
to bring the end of
civilization as we knew it
and with every beat of
their wings more of our
society would crumble
all the while on the ground
we argued about whether
or not this happening
was the fault
of Wolves
184 · Sep 2017
Hazy
Zachary William Sep 2017
I feel neither
here
nor there
but rather
stuck in the
in-between
of certainty
and infinite possibility
only clinging
to the vague
notions of human nature
for comfort
183 · Mar 2018
Frantic
Zachary William Mar 2018
I have been so busy
with other things
that I've just been
scrawling poetry
across whatever surface
will hold my words
my favorite medium
being McDonald's napkins
so now I have a ton of poetry
I can't seem to find because
I tuck it away between my notes
when I actually have to pay attention
in class
183 · Jun 2017
Forward
Zachary William Jun 2017
I gave up once
and nothing changed
the world kept turning
the hyenas kept laughing
the buzzards kept feasting
the sun kept shining
and nothing was undone
so I changed myself
and
the world kept turning
the hyenas kept laughing
the buzzards kept feasting
the sun kept shining
and I kept living
which isn't too bad.
183 · Dec 2018
Gifted
Zachary William Dec 2018
Someone I chose to forget
once told me that everyone
is blessed with gifts
and his was that he could lucid dream
and I thought it was stupid
but didn't say anything
because through fist and word
I was blessed with
the gift of a fragile heart
that breaks more for people than
it has ever beat for me
because mama I'm a god ******
coward
and I'm always on the run from an
unnameable dread
that some have called
love
182 · Oct 2017
Gray
Zachary William Oct 2017
The world moves
in shades of gray
around me
and people aren't
one way
or another
they just sort of
are
and they sometimes
do great things
and sometimes
terrible
but they themselves
are just shades of gray
arguing over who
makes the best
stormy sky
182 · Jun 2018
Sweet Kittens
Zachary William Jun 2018
I really shouldn't
get another cat
but they just
keep finding me
and wrapping themselves
around my leaks and holes
and purring until I feel better
and it's probably best for my
mental health
to get at least one more cat so that
my other two aren't bored hanging
out with each other
I mean,
three's a crowd, right?
and the only thing missing
from this fever dream
is a crowd of kittens
all loving and pure.
180 · Jun 2018
Habit
Zachary William Jun 2018
I have this terrible
habit
of meeting the best
sorts of people
right before I
have to go somewhere else
to begin anew
Zachary William Feb 2018
My apartment is haunted
by the ghost of Robert Frost
and it's not out of
recognition of poetic ability
but more likely due to
my cat
chewing up an old vinyl record
we found at the thrift store
of him reading his works
and now he wanders the apartment
always around the corner whispering
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood"
and I tried to ask his permission to use
that line in this
but he doesn't answer me
when I talk to him
but he likes to call my cat
Jerry McCormic
even though her name is Gumbo
and I don't mind having him
around
even though he doesn't do the dishes
and watches TV with the volume way
too loud
but I haven't seen him
around today
and the cat was sad to see him go
or perhaps she's just hungry again
on account of the Ghost of Robert Frost
spoiling her with all those
cat treats
Some parts of this are true.
177 · Oct 2017
Perspective
Zachary William Oct 2017
historically speaking
lobster was food
for the poor
and carp and
dandelions were
staples in our diets
and now that time
has passed
lobster
is a delicacy
and carp and
dandelions are
considered
nuisances
all the while
we seem to forget
that at the end
of the day
lobster
carp
and dandelions
are just
a crustacean
a fish
and a plant
that all exist in their
own right
without any inherent
meaning other than
what we outwardly
project
177 · Dec 2017
It's funny
Zachary William Dec 2017
It's funny
how much poetry
I write
just because
I want someone
to talk to
177 · Jun 2017
The Best I Can Do
Zachary William Jun 2017
The best I can do
is give you advice
that I should've followed
so that I don't have to see
you get hurt in that way
because it's easier to dig
a moat around your castle
than it is to build a new castle
out of the bombed out fragments
of an acropolis devoted to the
concept of what she could've been.
176 · Jun 2017
Waking Up
Zachary William Jun 2017
Waking up
to the taste of blood
and a shooting pain
in my side
which is now the norm
and I dont know what's
coming next since
I hadn't planned
to have made it this
far
but
things are going pretty well.
175 · Jun 2017
Fire and Ice
Zachary William Jun 2017
Love burns you
--even when we
describe it as something
positive
a burning love
so to speak
we are still
describing destruction
although not all
destruction is bad
such as the destruction
of your flawed coping mechanisms
and the walls you build around
your vulnerability
after the last brush with love
melted your wings
and sent you plummeting
into the icy sea below
where the cold helped your
heart come together once
more and all that’s left
now is to destroy
the shell of your former self
with fire.
174 · Sep 2017
Pyramid
Zachary William Sep 2017
An
ancient
monolithic
structure built
before the advent
of written history and
all we can really do is try
to speculate as to the building
processes without acknowledging
how many people always must perish
in the name of megalithic shots at greatness
This one is a touch experimental. But I just needed to get away from my homework about megalithic architecture for a minute.
173 · Jun 2017
God's Love
Zachary William Jun 2017
I wonder if God loves
us in the way we love
puppies
like how when a puppy
does something silly
like fall over
or eat something they're
not supposed to,
we are upset
but still love them
and maybe when
we decided to
you know,
nuke each other
and ****
and maim
and hurt
God just looked down
and said
"Oh you guys"
with a wink
because we were
all just a bunch
of sick puppies
and didn't know any better.
172 · Jul 2017
Little Australia
Zachary William Jul 2017
Perth,
where Heath Ledger came from,
was where she was from
and she was explaining to me
what Marmite was
and the other guy in the room
just kept playing his guitar
and singing
louder and louder
for an audience of
white bricks
that made up the walls
because jealously makes
you see eyes in
everything
and you don't know
if the performance will
be your last
171 · Jun 2017
Uncle
Zachary William Jun 2017
When you
found out
that you had
a long lost
brother
born out of wedlock
I wondered if you
were happier to have
another sibling
or just happy to
have finally
found something
to show that your
long dead
father wasn't
perfect.
170 · Jun 2017
Yes, Officer
Zachary William Jun 2017
hello,
why yes,
it is late
or rather
early at this point
no I haven’t
been drinking
I’m just writing poetry
yes, I realize that
that sounds exactly
like an activity for a drunk
person but I assure you
I’m only
down here
because my fiance
is up there
asleep
and you see
she works days
and I work evenings
and
what’s that?
I told you
I live upstairs.
What do you mean poetry
is an inside sport?
It’s a nice evening.
and
what’s that?
well
I rent
from the guy who
owns this chair that I’m
sitting in and I’m sure he
has no problem with me
using it at one thirty in the
morning and
really if you want I can
call him
and

What?
I am not being a *******
and
what’s that?
yeah.
okay.
uh huh.

well,
when you put it that way…
yes my bed is
a lot more comfortable than the
one you would provide
for me.

have a good night,
officer
169 · Jun 2017
The Things We Do For Love
Zachary William Jun 2017
Sometimes you
just let the
bad ****
in the relationship
beat you over
the head over and over
again in the hopes
that you can convince yourself
that the dizziness
and the haze
are actually butterflies
like the ones you
got when you kissed
spontaneously
by your car and
you drove
home listening to
Van Halen's first
album feeling
like you had earned
the right to sing
along to
Runnin' With The Devil
and it meant something.
169 · Sep 2017
Perhaps
Zachary William Sep 2017
perhaps I'm getting worse
or maybe better
I can't seem to tell most days
where my mind is
and some days i feel alone
in the universe and
am terrified that a breeze
with scatter my atoms among
the cosmos
and some days I feel as though
a god I haven't made up my mind on yet
is watching me and
I am terrified
that He's going to send a breeze
that will scatter my atoms among
the cosmos
and at the end of it all
I'll just be re-purposed into
something,
perhaps someone,
better.
167 · Jul 2017
Her, Pt 8
Zachary William Jul 2017
Feeling the inaccurate
heartbeat
rhythm and
indulging
in a moment
where the only
harmony
was that out our
own breathing
while everything else
trembled
167 · Jun 2017
Reroll
Zachary William Jun 2017
I remember
when you were
a giant,
huddled in your cave
with your friends
role-playing
the heroes
that you couldn't
be to your own children.

I keep throwing
dice at the wall
hoping to land a saving
roll that would
prompt you to come back.
167 · Jun 2017
Sunshine
Zachary William Jun 2017
The sun
is a beautiful
thing from afar,
bringing life and color
to the world and faces
around us.
Almost makes you
forget that it's a screaming
ball of turmoil that would
destroy you in an instant
if you got too close.

Speaking of which
I once knew a couple,
two particularly sunny people,
who found that their
individual lights looked better
together
and though their
relationship
was short,
the fireworks
were fun to watch
before everyone got
burned out.
166 · Sep 2017
Sick
Zachary William Sep 2017
I'm delirious from
the pressure in my head
and I can't help but wonder
what the first sick caveman thought
about his illness
and if he was concerned with
the frailty of life
or did none of that matter
until we didn't have to be
worried about being killed
by large beasts
to whom
we were the
disease
163 · Jun 2017
Rhyming
Zachary William Jun 2017
I can't rhyme when
it comes to writing poetry.
I can't rhyme because it limits
the words that I want to use
to describe my thoughts and ideas
and what if those thoughts have
something to do with
orange or
purple or
silver?
Are your thoughts valid if they
can't rhyme with anything?
As is the case in life,
the things I write about do not share
phonic similarities and cannot be
bound by rhyming structures.
It's not that my ideas are too big,
because they aren't,
they're just too **** messy
and the more I trim off,
the less powerful these words feel
163 · Aug 2017
Ghost
Zachary William Aug 2017
we all live as
ghosts
of our former selves
haunting the fringes
of minds that at one time
could think of nothing else
other than
us
and how well we
all mixed together before we all
flew apart
it's like being dead
when you are no longer
remembered by loved ones
ghosts walk the earth
and they are you
and they are me
162 · Jun 2017
Lake Michigan
Zachary William Jun 2017
I went to
the Lake
today.
One of the
big ones.
As we pulled in
my brother says
to me
"If this is a lake
and it's this huge,
what's the ocean
look like?"
I told him
that it probably
looks the same
but only because
we are so small
compared to the
endless water.
160 · Jun 2017
Life in the Modern Era
Zachary William Jun 2017
I was having a rough life
and somehow found God
and was progressing
through the valley of the shadow of death
until I was told to shut the **** up
by somebody on Twitter.
159 · Mar 2018
Hobby Horse
Zachary William Mar 2018
Poetry started out
as a hobby
for me but
as time has gone on
it's turned into something
bigger
if only because it's
cheaper than therapy
159 · Jun 2017
Suprises
Zachary William Jun 2017
Life is full
of surprises
like that time
the repair shop
told you that the
checkup on your
car was a courtesy
and then told you that
their courtesy would
cost you fifty dollars
but if you brought the car
back and did the repairs with
them,
they would take that fifty dollars
off the repair costs.

Reminds me of that time
we were rescued
out of the selflessness
of her heart
and were expected
not to flinch at her hand
held out,
waiting for infinite gratitude.
159 · Jun 2017
Brother
Zachary William Jun 2017
I'll
never
have
the
Heart
to
tell
him
how
much
of
our
father
I
se­e
in
him.
158 · Jun 2017
Her, Pt 4
Zachary William Jun 2017
Time
is but a human
measurement
dictating the amount of existence
between one moment and another.
Like inches on a ruler,
time moves in a linear fashion
but my favorite moments are with her
and I feel infinite
and we laugh about dumb
things until two in the morning
and oh hey we have to work tomorrow
but can take a nap
together
when she gets home.

It's only a matter of time.
I am madly, stupidly in love.
158 · Jun 2017
Gotta Go Fast
Zachary William Jun 2017
Late nights
the glow of the tv
lighting up our otherwise
drab basement
I mean, green carpets, really?
and I played Sonic the Hedgehog
all night long desperately
wishing for the speed to outrun
my problems
and the fact that I couldn't sleep
because my bedroom was underneath
my parents' room and I could hear
the thunder of impending divorce
rolling around at the speed of sound.
157 · Jun 2017
We Joke
Zachary William Jun 2017
We joke
about the pain
of being hated
by our savior
We laugh
about the justification
of abuse
from those who were better
than from those whom we came.
We sigh
at the fact
that we never had
a childhood,
only a struggling
lurch from one
punishment to the next.

We love,
now that we are
free from your oppressive
games.
We live,
now that we are
out from your control.
We lie,
when we say that
the uncaught crimes done
don't hurt anymore.

Of course they do.

But we flourish,
determined to carve
out our own paths
down empty roads
leaving you withering
in the dust.
157 · Jun 2017
Pennies
Zachary William Jun 2017
Find a penny,
pick it up,
and whatever happens next is entirely up to you.
157 · May 2017
Downtown
Zachary William May 2017
Downtown has
36000 people going 36000 different ways
All noses turned up or looking down
Each experience better than the last
Footsteps on faded asphalt carry echoes
Of friendships unfocused
Blurred by distance and ***
The conversations carry
Manifestos lifted to the sky
“we are going to have a good time tonight”
“I don’t like drama but I have to say something”
“I haven’t heard from him since he went to rehab”
The endless void of downtown holding these revelations
Only to release them when the people are long dead
And downtown crumbles
And the footsteps echo no longer.
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