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Zaki Chan Jan 2016
There's a rumbling in the wind
Perhaps a storm
or a change in the tides.
It's the right season after all.

What good is rebellion
for rebellion's sake?
What good is the petulant cries
of a few shunted souls
what good does that do

They're like babies
They're like our bigger brothers
They're snakes
shedding their skin

Where are we now?
A little red dot
a piece of hardened mucus
stained with blood
from foreign lands
queer with emotions
lacking of culture

What are we now?
Tan, chocolate, ebony, ivory
We're a kaleidoscope.
We're a pinwheel in the eye of the storm

Why are we doing this?
We have been granted the key to our future
a hopeless future,
of prosperity
of false freedom
of harmony
of bristling xenophobia

I stood at a concert of wills
Amps blasting the words of snakes
I walked on a thorny road
to see if I could fly
Only thing I felt was the ruthless heat.
yo this writing thing is fun
Zaki Chan Jan 2016
drifting in a dead sea
habitual residences
of blurry futures

of being
of staying
of resting
and now that its over

and now that its over
we can end it all over again

and now that its over
its gotta be something good

and now that its over
I wonder whats the problem

with laying
with breathing
with being free
and now that its over
i like air gear
Zaki Chan Jan 2016
I can't love you this much
Because every touch is a dream
and another fragile smile

I'm always trying to run
from you, from them, from myself
but see I'm not that fast
and I'll surely finish last

In the pale moonlight
My irises will burn
from staring at your everything

the day seems to never end
and the night seems to last forever
yet your eyes seem to portend
of dreams that only tell of something above
lets try not to be angsty and angry for once in our lives
Zaki Chan Jan 2016
It's been too long
and as we drown in the waters
I can only think
of you

You know the funny thing about this whole love thing
is that I have serious commitment issues
I always end up turning my back
and now everything's changed

You were everything I hated
lovely and happy
bubbly and exciting
and I knew you hated me

I keep on running and running
but all you want to do is
erase me
and I keep on missing
you

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Hey I wish we could start over
Hi my name is

Sorry I didn't quite catch that
Oh your name is

Well you see I'm not that fast
so I'll surely finish last

Hey don't go we just met
I know you want to erase me.

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I am so happy.
Invariably, undeniably happy.

Can you see how the moon touches the clouds?
I can't.

Can you see how the moon reflects in the water like your eyes?
I can't.

Next time you wake up, just promise me, please just try your best to, just please erase me?
I can't.

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YOU THOUGHT WE WERE ******* DONE
THOSE THOUGHTS ARE FOR THOSE WHO DESERVE IT

YOU FELT WE WERE THROUGH
THOSE FEELINGS ARE FOR THOSE WHO DESERVE IT

YOU KNEW WE WERE NOTHING
THAT KNOWLEDGE ARE FOR THOSE WHO ERASE ME
f bomb f bomb
Zaki Chan Jan 2016
Miles and miles away from home
without definition of the world

Bridges and highways away from peace
without definition of anyone's lives

Oceans and continents away from hope
without definition of anyone's words

And oh I hate myself
And oh I've had so many bad ideas
And oh I wonder about the world
so

I give up
I give up
I give up

I give everything to everyone everyday.
Is it so wrong to not expect the same?
used to be so angsty now im so high
Zaki Chan Jan 2016
broken spirits on the ocean floor
crushed and submerged
destroyed
desolate
gone

three eyes look from the shore towards the horizon
one is dead
another droops
the last is alive,
there to continue
to witness
a hopeful wasteland

a figure stands amongst the plains
he is dark
he is great
relentlessly cruel
unbearably evil
his marks remain on the scorched earth
bleeding black gold

this being flies
soaring
breathing
crashing
a symbol of sorrow
a bastion of hope
let not the land be consumed by such voracious creatures

an open wound is carried by an enormous entity
it is raw and gaping
disease and filth, rot and despair
falls out from it
it travels
but the gorge festers
and nothing remains
but damnation.
fantasy fantasy fantasy
Zaki Chan Jan 2016
and as time flew by
all i wanted to do was just
was just to run away
just
you know
away

im not scared i think
im not anything
I just want to be somewhere else from here

we are becoming
something that i dont even know
and we cant leave us behind
we cant run away

runaway
running away
lazy to add proper punctuation
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