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Raindrops wished them
colors seven
obliged sunflame
sliced heaven.

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Far from hometown
day hangs still
last sun falls down
nimbus hill.

********

Reign they all day
changing quick
rain and sun play
hide and seek.

********

Skims she gaily
July shower
gathering merrily
wildflower.

*********

I see the King
standing on ruin
madly searching
where is Queen.

**********

Say her smiles
though places she roam

love end of miles
waiting home.
There may be snakes in the bush
I cautioned her.

This place* she said you chose,
it's you brought me this far
.

The lone grazing horse
cast us its saddest glance

filled with dark remorse
for the tethered neck and all the lost chance.

The weeded palace was palled in gloom
till lit a spark lovers' entwined arm
the king must have loved in this room
white satin on cold night bed warmed.

Roofless we moved not when came the rain
not let go what for long was kept walled
the horse knowingly neighed for what was to happen
in that paradise of an undying make believe world!
The truth is... I really do want you all to like me

To judge me and hold me to your own standard

To be ridiculed in a loving sort of way

And more over just connect to the real human inside

And...

I want you to take me for granted too, so I can be needed again

I want you to feel me

To share my inner most thoughts

...But when the time comes that I must face you

I want you to reject my humble soul!

To cast me out for all I have done

I need you to hate me.

To chase me running through the streets

Damning my name to the sky!

Immortalising and dehumanising me
                                                              ­                  
**I will live forever!
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Chloe
The drugs
                         loved me
more than
                             you
ever did.
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Andrew Durst
seems like
the
best
idea.

I'm not
going
anywhere,
and I'm
a fool
for
trying
every
****
day.
May 16th, 2014.
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Stu Harley
forgiveness is
the ocean tides
that gives and recieves
thus make the waves subside
forgiveness ebbs and flows
freely
effortlessly
waves that bend
waves we crash and ring
waves that thrive and sing
upon the shores of everything
without a sound
to higher ground
is what
forgiveness brings
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Jack
If I were a dollar,
I'd be easier to change
Under the stairs.
There is a person who lives under my stairs
He has gray hair and long hair on his face.
I know he takes that place under the stairs.
He wears a dark coat to come out to milk the goat.
Do not mean to imply a word, but his smile is a mile.
I see him everyday when he comes upstairs to stay.
He is so funny when he gives me money.
Tells me of candy for Tammy and I
My mom tells me to go under the stairs
To see if he is there.
I bump my head and I do not hear the roar from under the stairs.
Grandpa there is just laughing hard as he can.
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