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 Jun 2014 Zachary G
SG Holter
Yet another tribute to all of you who write. You are the true Rock Stars of the Universe.
~
Fiddling on the Roof, as if
Throwing our common soul out
To downpour over the
Houses and streets of Anatevka, now

Abandoned. Seized by
The Tsar.
History.
Such is the soul that writes.

Tells. Thinks. Whispers of.
Records and absorbs.
Carves from Creation.
Dispenses.

Such is the soul that writes; waits
Another hour in bed in the
Morning, knowing
The Early Worm

Gets the beak first.
The Soul that writes is
The quill of the gods; angel
Feathered, timeless and part of

Everything. Say to yourselves
I will write until the only ink
I have is the black in my eye.
I'll learn to write blind from there.*

You would.

You wrote all that has
Ever been
Written.
 Jun 2014 Zachary G
antxthesis
Your touch,
Your kiss
So much
I miss.

My fuel,
Such bliss
Your rule
I miss.

You’re like the exhibitions,
At a show
“Look but don’t touch”..
Even if I reached out my hands..
I would not be able to feel,
To grasp
To hold
To keep
And why ?
I miss you
But I won’t say a thing.
But why ?
Home again I hid underneath blankets
like a kingfisher and waited for you
for hours, until eventually the clock
stopped working and my father had
to come in to get me up and turn on
the light and put on the air conditioning.

It was 83 degrees the day I came back,
heat swelling from the ground the way
your cigarettes did, dangling from
the fingers of your left hand like old puppets.
Later that hand would find its way into
my body and I’d go numb. That first night back

you read to me the way my father always
did; you were best at making me feel
like I was three years old all over again,
vulnerable as the rats quietly roaming
our ghostly wet basement. You read Narnia
until I began to sleep. I hated my snores
but you pressed my face to your stomach
so that I could hear the beestings that roamed there.

Look, they’re like yours, you wanted to say, but you
never knew how. You could never hammer
words the way most could, but you still
made me ache like the high school chorus:
goose bumps against arms against desks,
shivering all over again underneath ceilings
instead of skies.
 Jun 2014 Zachary G
Teressia
It's exhausting
Thinking of that one person day and night
it's more exhausting trying to figure out if they are also thinking of you.
It's wonderful the thought of them gives you a smile
but it's depressing when you can't own their smile.

When you deeply fall in love as time goes
You try to shut your eyes , but your heart stills remains open
Am drowned in the fantasy of love
but I can't have the reality of love .
let my heart fall asleep if I can't have this love.
Falling in love and can't get over the feelings
 Jun 2014 Zachary G
Kay-Ann
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 Jun 2014 Zachary G
Kay-Ann
this is not even a poem
this is what I want
I want you to make love to me
I want someone to write poems on my skin with their lips
I want you to kiss me so hard that we start to breathe the same air
hold me so tight that I can literally feel your love
grab my hips with such passion that I feel it burning through your fingertips
crave me so hard that I can see the longing in your eyes
make me feel it when you touch me
and take your time, why do people like to rush nowadays?
explore my skin and show me things I never knew was there
i will leave scratches on your back and bruises on your heart
I just wanna feel your skin on mine and kiss your lips and make you forget all of the bad things in the world for a little while
so let’s love each other so hard that we get distracted and forget about who broke us for a little bit
and don't give me any flowers
make them grow inside me

                                        k.h.
 Jun 2014 Zachary G
Kay-Ann
This life is such a mystery
There's so much in sight that we don't see
Sometimes I wonder what's my purpose on this earth
Life can be such a mirth
As if the joy that welcomes birth

This life is complete actuality
We know who we are but not what be may be
Pressure is passion's poison and we get a dose of it everyday
But life is about living for today
You have to take chances or your life will never change
You can't direct the winds but you sure can adjust the sails

This life can be tricky, try not to be compelled
Opportunity never knocks twice but there is always the doorbell
You can never forget but always forgive
Cause the past has a way of holding you captive
Ability can get you far but it takes character to keep you there
Nature can be so cruel, predators are everywhere

This life has so many dimensions
Or maybe it's just a battle of perception
But what we think is not what we always see
Our expectations are so different from reality
But optimism is like the sun and doubt is the rain
Life is only beautiful for those who know how to celebrate the pain.
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