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Zane McHarris Mar 2016
When we met, your body was in bloom,
Roses of purple black and blue,
Planted without care. Strewn about
the bed, your flesh now painted.

Frozen blue buds pushing
through snow, brushed onto skin.
The petals soft and smooth, spread
Across your body, like a vine.

Blossoms of summer, with shades of winter,
Their roots went deep, coiling and constricting.
They became your arteries and veins,
Your nerves and bones.

I cannot pull these flowers,
Without destroying part of you.
Only time and careful tending,
Will wither the roots.

Only when the flowers fade, if you
will let me, I will plant my seeds.
5.0k · Oct 2014
Water Skiing at Miramar
Zane McHarris Oct 2014
Every Sunday they would play, dancing on water,
Skidding across the ripples, and climbing up together
Two skiers fall in love, I for her,

And she for another, a friend to both.
Coveting what we wished was ours.
Idly on the shore I stood

Where The water cooled my feet
Watching how she watched,
how she chased

with a smile, I'd have given anything to make.
When the object of her eye, fell
Hard into angels' arms,

And nineteen turns around the sun
Was all that he would have
She cried, and her tears broke my heart

We both lost a friend that day,
But what hurt me most
Was how I knew she'd have never cried like that

If it had been me who fell
And so inside I said, I wish I could have traded fates
So for once I'd have made her smile stay
I'd love feedback
4.1k · Oct 2014
Petty Thoughts
Zane McHarris Oct 2014
Your sticky and moist on my fingertips,
I pull you apart to push to my lips.
My tongue follows the folds of your skin,
Becoming light as I hold you in.

Dancing with you burns my desire,
Bringing me close as you hold onto fire.
I Taste you as I exhale so slow,
I feel your touch as you come and go.

Rolling my fingers over your paper skin.
Holding you close as I breath you in.
I pull on you for one final kiss,
Searching in you for something I miss.

Returning again and again to **** the pain,
Just me, myself and MaryJane.
A modified sonnet
1.4k · Feb 2016
Chasing Beauty
Zane McHarris Feb 2016
I look
But your eyes are blind
I see you  
I try to show you what I see
In hope of a single
Beautiful moment Together

Shunned
Alone my hands are blind
I see you
I try to imagine the moment
One beautiful moment
Alone

Desperate
I search for something
I swallow the tab
To take me somewhere beautiful
Communication fails
As I succumb

I chase
Hoping to find you
But you've left
I've taken too much for myself
I fall to the floor in a
Beautiful Death
1.3k · Feb 2016
Final Control
Zane McHarris Feb 2016
I feel the burn in the top of my mouth
Pellets tear puncture and perforate
They open my mind and the thoughts pour out
And fill my mouth with warm liquid salt

Lead ***** race to the deepest parts
They find the obliterate the memories
They erase them, destroy the fear
Bringing peace the silence of fresh snow

Astronauts exit my skull pulling hopes and dreams
With everything I ever could have been, gone
I fall to the floor a thread unraveled at the seam
And white light covers my eyes, a blizzard of lost ambition
Don't worry about me this poem is in no way a representation of where I am emotionally
1.3k · Nov 2015
The Black Snow
Zane McHarris Nov 2015
In storms of hate, the black snow falls.
Covering and choking all.
It's cold enough to freeze a flame.
It takes your heart, and then your name.

Jealousy will feed the storm,
Taking on a whole new form.
The black snow falls in heavy sheets,
All roads point now to cold defeat.

From all the wounds that I've been told,
The crystal hate falls hard and cold.
I breath in, all the broken glass,
That's falling from my shattered past.

Love beneath the black snow lay,
My only hope will fade away.
Unless forgiveness breaks the night,
And melts the snow with warmth and light.

Hate is strong, but love is too,
There is nothing left for me to do,
Accept forgive and dawn the day,
Or underneath the black snow lay.
For Leigh
1.0k · Feb 2016
Prayers of Addiction
Zane McHarris Feb 2016
Feeling the fear, of feeling alone
I turn to liquid in crystal stone.
I pour the acid into my cup.
And pray to God that I have enough.

Alone again, freezing as my body burns,
Seeking the devil for which I yearn.
I swallow the ghost, haunting my mind;
And breath new life through dilated eyes.

Holding on to a crescent moon,
Called into life by my blackened spoon.
I feel the demon, his needle fangs,
Inject himself in my flowing veins.

Higher now than ever before,
She knows just what her body's for,
Feigning love, for just one night.
I'm still alone; but for now I feel alright.
960 · Feb 2016
Drunken Poetry
Zane McHarris Feb 2016
It starts as a way to forget,
No not to forget, just numb.
It starts as a way to numb,
The splintered glass deep inside my chest

The first few drinks bring peace
No they feign it, illusions
As it poisons my body and mind
The whiskey coils around my heart

As it constricts I feel the pain
And anger I tried to escape.
I pour another glass hoping
For the illusion to persist.

Desperate now I put the bottle to my lips
And as the liqueur flows into my blood
The words flow from me into my pen
Expelling the pain, expelling the cardio-wounds

I trade pain for poison
The bottle's dry
I lay my head down ease myself back
And wonder if I wrote this poem or if it belongs to J. W. Black
869 · Feb 2016
The 49 Story Flight
Zane McHarris Feb 2016
You tried to fly
Broke the glass
To young to die
you fell

A son of cream
son of music
Son of dreams
First born

These tears
In heaven
Realized fears
What have we lost

Taken from a wingless flight
Playful games turned deadly
We search for a wonderful tonight
Son of Clapton
In memory of Conner Clapton
Zane McHarris Feb 2016
They say college is the best time of your life,
But dante's seventh circle, seems serene
A paradise for my spring break, free from this agony.

I find myself choking on my beliefs,
Torn from my heart, and jammed back down my throat;
By people who praise diversity of ideas, but only listen to their own words.

My education has been one of hate,
Hated for my ideas on how to help others,
Just because I wasn't of the same mind.

I can't escape myself, alone, in a sea of self loathing
Drowning in underhanded insults and ostrification,
Gasping for air, refusing to turn blue

My confidence in being loved has been completely shattered,
Afraid of the testosterone that makes me who I am,
My very sexuality offensive and toxic.

I look in the mirror seeing a freak,
Someone undeserving of breath,
And in these, the best years of my life.
616 · Nov 2015
The Repellant
Zane McHarris Nov 2015
He walks up to her
Cute and calm
In her boots of fur
He walks up to her

With a smile he says hi
Cute and calm
She turns to look him in the eye
And with a nod she says good bye

He sees another girl
Poised and pretty
Decides to give it a whirl
He sees another girl

He taps her on the shoulder
Poised and pretty
Could he be the one to hold her
She turns to scoff forever colder

As he sits and waits for the world to shift
He thinks oh yeah oh yeah I've got the gift
What I say and what I do it's all irrelevant
I was born to be the female repellant
596 · Oct 2014
Love Unreturned
Zane McHarris Oct 2014
I watch two lovers alone in a crowd,
Their breath holds each other softly.

One exhale,
Cool on the skin of my lips.

Your words melt in my hands,
And water the grass at my feet,

That grows green with the thought of you.
For we long for the memory of your touch.

I would die each night beside you,
To see tears stain your parchment cheeks,

Each tear luminous and fleeting,
Never will anything so valuable fall for me.

I breath life in,
Hoping for nothing more than a chance.

And only wishing I could offer you more
Than such a little death
584 · Nov 2014
After the Broken
Zane McHarris Nov 2014
After the broken lay in ruin
I would have rather not
For what was once a thriving city
was now an empty lot

the carnage lay about for days
until it withered past
but sorrow so it would have seemed
would never cease to last

with solemn tears upon the ground
I mourned my fallen friends
crying out the names of those
who met such sudden ends

I carry on from that day
with scars across my heart
for I, I took on her
and she tore me apart
I wrote this poem as it is now when I was 14 years old
506 · Nov 2014
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Zane McHarris Nov 2014
as I sit in space
I feel the world turn
but I still can't erase
the feelings you left in me

my heart beats hold onto time
hoping for something to change
something to call mine
but after you nothings the same

and it makes me wonder...

when angels fall
and land ******* the earth
do they know what they've lost
that they had it all
because
when I was with you
I felt the inside of heaven
but it was torn from my heart
so now what can I do
after I've felt heaven through you

now that I'm all alone
no one left to hurt
the greatest love I've known
is suddenly so far away

all the roses turn grey
and winter clings to my skin
I think back to the day
when I last felt your lips against mine

and it makes me wonder...
when angels fall
and land ******* the earth
do they know what they've lost
that they had it all
because
when I was with you
I felt the inside of heaven
but it was torn from my heart
so now what can I do
after I've felt heaven through you
song with two verses and repeated chorus
474 · Oct 2014
To Know
Zane McHarris Oct 2014
Before I leave,
Tell me one thing, I need to know,
Could we have ever been together?

Just another night or whatever
Never have I felt so low,
Before I leave.

Like a ribbon destined to be severed,
Were we ever meant to know,
Could we have ever been together?

All the lies you told impassioned fervor
A ***** in sheep's clothes,
Leading me to leave.

Naked is all of you before your lover,
**** you were but naked no,
Were we ever meant to be together?

From the subtle quivers of my heart,
Down inside I know.
We could never be together,
So away must I go...
Villanelle style
444 · Apr 2018
Questions
Zane McHarris Apr 2018
The truth is,
I died a long time ago,
A young mans
Dreams drowned.
A struggle that has
Long since, left
The surface
Flat.

So,
To ****
What yet remains,
Is that even death?
394 · Mar 2018
Fall
Zane McHarris Mar 2018
Walking under trees
Of nothing leaves
And all that falls becomes my breath
Breathing in with nothing left

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