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Zack Phillips Oct 2013
Smoke circles my eyes
Glasses of fog rise
Through them, my life seems different
Beautiful, not like it is, rent
This mist keeps me alive
Without it I would surely die
Life of Cigarettes
Life of Regrets?
Zack Phillips Sep 2013
You
Where are you?
I look for your face in the darkest of places
Who are you?
I try to erase all of your traces
What are you?
You demon, you devil, you smiling serpent
Where are you?
I'm seeking this out, to put it to end
Zack Phillips Aug 2013
I hope you got to sleep tonight
Dreams run rampant but not in light
In the dreamworld, nothing's real
Even the feelings you think you feel
Here I am, stuck where you're not
Thrown inside this cell to rot
I hope you got some sleep tonight
Because I'm awake, trying to fight
I need your presence here
I yearn to have you near
Here am I, in this cell
Forced to live my waking life in hell
Zack Phillips Aug 2013
Crashing
The cellphone against the floor
Shattering
Like the former love
Smashing
To pieces, trust that was built
Terrified
Heartbroken sadness
Uncertainty
The final decision
Resolution
Like a knife in my throat
Forgiveness
Like the memory of us
Gone.
Written late at night, right before I fell asleep. Goin through some relationship problems at the moment, hoping to post a positive poem about the outcome within the next week or so, but things look fairly lugubrious...
Zack Phillips Aug 2013
Raindrops glisten as they slide down her soaked profile
And slowly make their way down to assault her blouse and the floor
The crumpled up letter from the military sulks in the corner
Sneering at the ex-fiancee's plight
The title comes from the attack of the French beaches in Normandy during World War II. I felt it was fitting for a military death poem, albeit outdated.
Zack Phillips Jun 2013
We're two trees in a forest.
We are unique, but the temptations of conformity surround us every day.
We choose instead to reach for the stars, our canopy thick because our trunks are close together.
We may be two, but we are one.
Zack Phillips Jun 2013
You hear what you want to hear
Ears open to things you love and fear
All else cascades like a hurricane
Against the wall you've erected around your emotions
Can I blame you for the security?
Can I blame you for the way you feel?
No. I can't. And neither can you.
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