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418 · Oct 2012
Waiting
Zak Krug Oct 2012
Tonight, I will
begin drafting
the most amazing poem.

The poem that will define
not just my age,
but myself.

Wait.

No, I wont.
I have other
priorities to attend to.

This section of my life
will have to wait.
418 · Nov 2013
I'm Cracking
Zak Krug Nov 2013
No,
not like an egg.
Watch my eyes flash from
wall to wall.
Breathing heavy
because that always helps.
My life gets better but
my poems get darker,
filled with anger.
Is this how life is supposed to feel?
Regretting the life that
got me to this point?
Fractures forming.
Oh,
this isn't the end.
There are years left to this.
In five years,
these days will be
the good ole days.
and in ten...
Whisked away on
the edge of a cloud.
Wow,
that was deep.
409 · Mar 2014
Title
Zak Krug Mar 2014
Poetically falling apart.
I really don't care.
Even if...
You should save yourself for this sinking ship.
383 · Aug 2012
Tin Man
Zak Krug Aug 2012
Poetry flows from the heart,
revealing ones soul.
If one has neither of these criterion.
Fake it.
382 · Jan 2014
The Sky
Zak Krug Jan 2014
It's tragic.
How little I care about the screaming in my mind.
If I had to pick a point in my life
to go back.
I would pick the future.
It would be easier to see what is to come,
than what once was.

If I could I would stop the squealing that comes from the dark.
But then,
who would scare the day.
I wish it would consider me.
The wind and the stars
are friends.
Giving strength to the night.

The ways of the world are only known
by the sky.
Every day fire chases the water away.

One day,
I will master them all.
382 · Jan 2014
Fire
Zak Krug Jan 2014
When he ran
the fire was close behind.
Black smoke billowing from the sky.
It wrapped him up in a cocoon of
depression.
Who watches him know?
He will never forgive you for what you have done.
Would you truly want forgiveness?

The sun sets over the buildings
and he can see.
Church steeples and pebbles rolling over the road.
He is a hawk,
if only for today.

Can you hear the horses?
Thumping through our night,
their day.
This is where the world was made.
Pushing down on the Earth.
The good Lord will forgive all.

He runs by billboards and broken windows.
Haunted by the future.
Giving it all up for a quick fix.
Don't worry.
He'll forgive you.

When he ran,
he tripped and bathed in fire.
Welcoming him home.
Zak Krug Nov 2013
If you want to know about real sadness,
ask a clown.
Zak Krug Aug 2014
Tick Tock Little Mouse.
Have you already left?
This house is vacant.
Who is that knocking at the door?
It is the rent man.
Let's steal from Peter to pay Paul.
Little Mouse,
what have you gotten us into?

If lightning strikes the roof,
it will run down the gutters.
Shocking the grass into attention.
I feel the morning light begin to warm
the soul of dead ancestors.

The darkness is alone.
Staring through open windows
at former feelings.
What happens when your greatest wish comes true?
That is when we fall.

Let's face the truth.
Wishes are made up by the weak.
This house was built on a poor foundation.
Shake the walls until it crumbles.
One last time.
Watch this house become a home
and burn.
307 · Nov 2013
Never fear
Zak Krug Nov 2013
Oh yes,
the end is coming.
Never fear,
you'll be too drunk to realize.
274 · Jul 2014
Even
Zak Krug Jul 2014
Even when you think that you are being watched,
through the roses and the
cotton flying around you.
Villains will always remember that you can fall.
It is the purpose of the world.
The Earth breathes and the butterfly moves it's wings,
just a little faster.
The moment will always come,
when the wings are shattered.
One final
darkest before the dawn.

Even when the final step seems impossible,
remember,
it is.
Zak Krug Dec 2012
Watching the concrete waves
overtake the painted yellow lines
adrift in a sea of construction and
chaos.
Head swirling with
diluted dreams of grandeur.
The world is starring at the stars,
hoping
that they dont shoot across the sky.
No one wants wishes to come true.
What would humanity have to strive for
if all the magic became reality?
The veil pulled off
and the grass changes colors.
Just remember
chaos was once
order.

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