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 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Shanijua
How can we get so attached to someone who isn't
Even real? Why do we cry when something tragic
Happens to our favorite characters? I find myself
Not being able to get over Freddie McClair's death even though
I constantly remind myself that it was only fiction. Even
Now I am saddened by the memory. Freddie was only
A character.. Why must I feel so upset?
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
AB
Mountain Dew
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
AB
It's energy in the morning
Energy at night.
Getting me through work.
Always by my side
Doesn't speak, doesn't
Judge my actions.
Simply there always.

Unless I don't have money to buy it.

I could say it's like alcohol
But more addictive.
"I can stop anytime" I say
But that's untrue
It's my friend
In the simple green and red can.

Only one other knows my obsession
We share it
And that is why we remain friends.
I usually write somewhat sad or forlorn love poems and I wanted to try my hand at something a little more altruistic
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Leila
The desire I felt was all along a lie
A fool, I was naive to even try
I didn’t see past the handsome disguise  
He now sows the seeds of my demise  
Taking advantage with any chance  
Divulging my soul with every glance  
He soils whatever I know to be mine  
A ******* turmoil from the dawn of time  
Even my thoughts are thoughts I don’t make
And it feels like I’m dreaming when I am awake  
He may look like a man but he’s no human  
He turns all he encounters to ruin
He slays truths into tiny remnants of nothing  
What was is now lost-lies are more becoming
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
mochiu
Media
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
mochiu
The magazine pictures tell us what we should be

Judging everybody by what's on their shelves

No one knows what it means to be themselves
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Anna Elizabeth
I look at the sky
sunshine washing over my skin
tingling and warm
cleansing my soul  
I wish to be nowhere but here
in this moment
where I am
Alive.
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Wide Eyes
Soothing soothing melody, soul-embracing lyrics
There was nothing her dimpled smile couldn't fix.
Her thoughts were joyous rainbows, her sorrows balloons
With every verse they burst and fell into ruins.

His smiling eyes stared only into hers,
In her head she could hear the delightful verse.
Their walks infinite, their talks ceaseless.
Like the rhythm of her melody- a pleasant weakness.

Curiosity, confession, chaos.
Silence in her mind and silence outside it.
Misconceptions, melancholy, mistaken.
She paid for her actions in tears.

Black balloons in the black sky surged one by one,
Her thoughts were rain in a sky sans sun.
Her departed dimpled smile nothing could ever fix,
Painful painful melody and emotionally deafening lyrics.
A poem about heartbreak. The same song that once symbolised happiness now makes her sad. The third para is free verse on purpose- to denote the chaos.
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Tee Jay
We take things for granted.
Everyone tries to appreciate things more.
Money, life, family.
But what about the simple beauty of a sunset?
The sun is appreciated when it arrives
after the rain is laid on the earth.
Yet,
no one ever says thank you for a beautiful sunset.
The soft colors all melting into each other.
The sun has gifted us another day,
but you do not thank it at the end.
Next time you are watching the sunset--
on the beach,
in the office,
from your kitchen window.
Do not be sad because the day
has come to an end.
Just whisper thank you.
These basic words
hold a world of meaning.
Thank the sun for setting.
Do not take it for granted,
for one day,
it will all be gone.
Thank the sunset.
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
S Smoothie
my passion has died for you once again
as my love grows for another
my flame bends in his favour
and I am lit once more
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just an ember about to catch light when your spark caught my sights
he was there before and here now and this fire is so warm
it doesn't go out at night or when I need it most.
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it the continuum you see, it was never meant for you and me
you were only ever the exciting detour on the long journey to myself
the rides looked cool but far too scary to actually go on
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I know now why you wouldn't offer your hand
and I am so glad I never reached for it further
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its been nice knowing you but I'm off on a new adventure
let the bonfire begin!
draft
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Jonny Angel
Your gritty words are like sandpaper
sometimes
I just wished
you'd shut your mouth
and act smooth,
play nicer.
I want to love you terribly;
The kind of love that will make my insides give up on me, crushing my ribs along with my lungs that became breathless ever since I fell headfirst into your arms

I will love you terribly,
I'm afraid there is no other way to love you but with a terrible love
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