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A3Z
Zachary Usie Dec 2015
A3Z
Again,
Akin
to
Aching,
Baking
Blame
into
Being
Creates
Chaos
over
Calm.
Definitively
Devoid
of
Devotion;
Every
Event
is
Evidence.
Frankly,
Fixating
upon
Finality
Greets
Gluttony
with
Glamour.
However,
Hovering
over
History
Incites
Inappropriate
or
Inexcusable
Jest,
Jargon,
and
Juxtaposition.
Kindness
Kills
the
king.
Loving
Leads
to
Life.
Moving
Makes
the
Margins
Near
Nothing
until
Night.
Often
Opinions
say
Our
Personalities
Project
on
People.
Quite
Quick
to
Question
Reality
Rather
than
Reclaim
Stolen
Safety
of
Self.
Thoughtfully  
Timed,
the
Truth
Unveils
Under
the
Unspoken
Vows
Verified
with
Valor.
Will
Waking
bring
Wisdom?
EXperiencing
EXhaustion
is
EXpected,
Yet,
Youth
may
Yield
Zealous
Zen
or
Zero.
Zachary Usie Jun 2013
They tell me I can do anything.

          Looking down the throat of a challenge.
          Hanging on to the coat tails of life by the fringe,
          above a fire that is trying to singe...
          
                          ...Who I am
                             My Identity
                             Targeted by
                             a self created entity.
          
          To bring me down...

                          ...Below my potential
                             to see what is essential
                             through consequential actions.

I AM A MAN!
   no matter my wingspan... I CANNOT FLY!
         And those childhood encouragements are a lie.

                   But through accomplishing what I am capable
                          I find that my boundaries are escapable.
    
  
         I'm not shooting for the stars,
         or looting and ending up behind bars,

but I am me, myself,
doing what I can so I'm not rotting on a shelf.
Zachary Usie Feb 2013
Existing implies that you inhabit a space on this Earth,
but living implies that your space envelops the world.
Big thank you to Mackenzie for helping polish this one up!
Zachary Usie Mar 2014
It's already Tuesday tomorrow. I recall it being Saturday, filled with anxiety that the next day was Monday. But what about Sunday?

The less I interact the more the days seem to blend together, blurring into moving colors and empty speech -- Wallowing in my own insignificance.

Within my sphere I see change happening and time is the cause of that. But what of beyond my sphere? Sometimes I question if I have ever seen past it.

Solitude is my escape. A home away from reality where decisions are based on my immediate happiness.

I will break free from this...but until then I sit in silence, watching the world go by, unaffected by my absence.
Zachary Usie Apr 2013
When did our society **** the genuine meaning of sorry?
In essence it is a word that should be seldom used and rarely heard.
Yet, we apologize for the most trivial of actions.

Mutations caused by insecurities result in a new purpose.
Now it feels as though it has become a faulty substitution for confidence.
Do not be sorry about character traits and emotions.

Sorry is a desperate word; a last ditch effort.
It requires the complete disregard of ones pride to utter.
"I was wrong and I am sorry."

The times that it is used correctly are memorable.
The look in the eyes of a loved one that screams of remorse.
The acceptance or rejection of the attempt at redemption.

Slowly, sorry has lost its legitimacy among people.
Those who have no other plan of action are met with denial:
all because of the incessant overuse.

I weep at the death of the word.
"Sometimes sorry does not cut it!"
But sometimes, saying sorry is all I know how to do...

...and it is a great starting place for growth.
Special thank you to Jessalyn, Kendall, Mickey, and Greg, for critiquing and providing encouragement on this one!
Zachary Usie Feb 2013
Eyes like sapphires,
I fall to their halcyon gaze.
Mesmerized and thrown
into a drunken daze,
my walls crumble.
I lean towards your lips
but my emotions force a stumble.
Face to the ground,
your breathing the only sound.
I'm in the deep end.
My heart is infiltrated,
nothing left to defend.
Eyes like sapphires.
The only thing capable of navigating
the maze that is me.
Zachary Usie Oct 2014
Late one night
My brain showed me a dream
Awoke me with a fright
My heart bursting at the seam

On a sunny day
My love greeted me at a gate
We got on our way
My heart felt like the meeting was fate

But something was off
My love never called me by my name
At this, fate gave a scoff
My heart now knew this was not the same

I was a stranger
My love stared at me with warm empty eyes
How dare my brain change her
My heart gave out angry cries

Just then I saw
My love was happier than ever
The conclusion I draw
My brain was quite clever

With or without me
My love deserved the world
It took too long to see
My heart no longer swirled

Late one night
My brain showed me a dream
Awoke me with a fright
My heart bursting at the seam
Zachary Usie Feb 2013
A spark of thought
ignites a flame that burns
into the scorching blaze
that is my desire for
you.

Such a simple thing.
Like a raindrop hitting the
hard ground, or an acorn
falling to the soft grass
below.

Insignificant events that
resulted in the creation of
the oceans and the birth of a
tree which helps sustain our
breathe.

These things are such as
my intrigue and longing
to be embraced in all that
is you with no form of
restraint.

The moment our bodies
shared a common space;
this trivial event gave route
to a fascination that is
continuous.

Nested now deep within my
thought, the only thing which
can quell my curiosity, that
shall persist until such a day, is
you.
Zachary Usie Aug 2014
Day one
There is a lot to think about these days.
Let me rephrase:
THERE IS A LOT TO THINK ABOUT ALWAYS
Trivial things,
Important things,
Happy things,
Sad things,
Meaningless things,
Meaningful things.
The world has no shortage of material
To keep the mind busy so that life
Cant be ethereal
And we are stuck in a place within our:
Brain
Mind
Thoughts
Consciousness
or whatever you choose to call it,
Caught up in the little things;
Stepping on the flower
We didn't even take the time to notice.
Taking a step back is not always a bad thing.
The flower would certainly appreciate that happening.

— The End —