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Zak Ridge Apr 2010
I don't ride I walk along roads never lonely along paths always busy
Regrets for company all hopes are companions
nothing behind me a thousand miles ahead
My feet swollen My legs aching like hell
But the ground is as quicksand to stop is to disappear
A departure is irrelevant a destination  is still a dream
What thoughts I find on the path will nourish me
All plans push me forward
Over the next valley more adventures await
Around the next bend more Joys are skulking and bored
Just waiting for me to arrive.
Written while on walk about in Morocco a lifetime ago.
Zak Ridge Mar 2010
Hanging my innards on a tree Carrion hunters flying low
Branches look so smart with my intestines dangling
and no one seems to care about the pain I go through
to make this thing jolly by spearing my kidneys on a twig
no one even notices my liver dripping down the bough.
You don't stop and ask about the way my skin is blowing in the wind
you don't ask how I got my Heart so high that birds are nesting in it.
No one even comments on the bark smeared in marrow and blood and bile.
I only did it to make you smile and laugh, I only went to the trouble so you would notice me.
And did you?
NO
Ignorant *****
Zak Ridge Mar 2010
I dident give up, It went away, Away my Love on a winters day,

I waited so long but it stays at bay, Away my love on a spring day,

I need my Love back but I still hurt in may, Away my love on a summers day,

It's not coming back as days crumble like clay, Away my love on an Autumn Day.

I see a glimmer of hope as days turn to grey, Away my love on a winters day,

Ive poisened the well now I must pay and you will never return my love not on any day.
Zak Ridge Mar 2010
Once again she pushes away from me
How many more times will my heart still stand
This rejection of heart and soul laid bare before her
With word's spoken and written running hot to cold
Yet every day I am enchanted still by her eyes that burn away my lies
And a smile sat beautiful and perfect against pale skin
Oh what is to do when faced with such beauty?
When always I know I am but her plaything
And always I know that my poor heart will suffer her cruel changes
Zak Ridge Mar 2010
My dream's they rebel against me, they fill my sleeping hours with visions of you,
I nightly storm of hope that evaporates in the cold morning light leaving me as empty as the discarded whiskey bottle by my bed,
How cruel they are to place you in my arms when such things may never occur,
to place your body next to me to press your lips to mine.
These things I dream of in the day but to feel them as real as the warmth of the sun when I rest my weary bones is a sin I perpetrate upon myself without malice or forethought.
Why must I torture myself so when I have no hope that you would be mine.
Is this a punishment for living such a mundane life that could never entice you?
Is this karma returning my pain ten fold for so many wrongs against my
fellow man?
No matter though for when I sleep there you will be, I will feel your
warmth your breath your touch for a few fleeting hours when my soul will soar with joy and when the dawn breaks my slumber let the pain start afresh for such is my lot without you
Zak Ridge Mar 2010
Oh I'm here again feeling's out of hand,
For my porcelain princess her beauty oh so grand.
It leaves my heart aching where she's taken a bite,
But She still doesn't want me it's just not right.

I see her and the moment is magic never bland,
Making my heartbeat like a drum in jazz-fusion band.
It gets my pulse racing like the start of a fight,
I wish this hold that she has just wasn't so tight.

I should have put it out but these flames I have now fanned,
And on my heart her name is burnt with love's Brand.
I should have done so much but I was never that bright,
And soon she will walk away far out of my sight

I've shipwrecked my soul in this confusing land,
Where I've decided my course drawn a line in the sand.
If I wait a while longer while we dance out the night
Maybe she will fall for me in the cool morning light
Zak Ridge Mar 2010
Please don't do this I dont need this mess,
Your starting trouble and i feel under duress,
I know I look the Geek I'm quiet and so easy to play,
But you just dont know its not always been this way.

It's a cliche I know but I aint right in the head,
For the most part I cant be taken as read,
I have run with gangs in third world hole's
Beaten bigger than you with far darker soul's

So before you get too froggy and decide to jump
Look past my smile at the ******* who will give you a thump
It's not like I want to but your making this hard
Now just walk away before I knock your teeth down your throat.
You ****.
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