Zigmaz F: Favorites

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

Neil Brooks

I'm going to paint
my wild energy
rippling across the sky,
tearing from the crown
of my Kundalini.

I'm going to paint
my eyes white,
opaque,
to show they are
unseeing.

I'm going to paint
my heart gray,
the color of old
rancid,
ground up meat.

I'm going to paint
my genitals green,
like money,
like sickness
and envy.

I'm going to paint
everything black,
everything black,
the darkness of
my feeling.

I'm going to paint
the sheets red,
the walls red,
and my brain
across the ceiling.

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

I once knew a man...

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

Liz And Lilacs

I once knew a man...

I once knew a man who called me trash,
and after that, worthless,
with some lovely expletives in between.

I was hurt, yes,
but the truth hurts,
does it not?

I nodded my head,
I knew the truth.

The truth...
the truth was a lie,
and my lies were truth.

All was fine,
and I was worthless.

The truth was a lie,
and my lies were truth.

I no longer know
what is real and what's not.

All was fine,
and I was worthless.

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

Winged

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

rained-on parade

Winged

I am leaving scratches on the ground; dragging
my feet: they no longer take me home
if there is one.

The tree in the backyard fell during the storm
and with it went the young years of my life
torn in half by the lightning

and took from me the shade I sought
in your hair and the thoughts they often led me in
and some belief in fantasies.

Even my dreams won't cross the threshold of the room
I confine you in; you haunt me
like homesickness and runaways.

You gave your life to the birdhouse
and waited for the wings to reveal themselves; flutter
and fly away.

Hp doesn't feel like home anymore.

#love #sad #life #home #depressed #longing #maybe

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

3am

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

JD

3am

Sat sipping whiskey at 3am
Because it reminds me of you
As I remember
Your smile
Your taste
Your tongue
I realise this is not the bourbon I crave
That can only be found on your lips
sweetened by your kiss.

#love #depression #life #lonely #sadness #depressed

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

**Ride The Moon**

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

Joe Cole

**Ride The Moon**

Traveling in the last hours of darkness
Down this long and dusty road
Looking up I see the moon so full
On her journey through the night

I want to leave my earth bound life
And on her take a ride
For she is traveling westward
And would take me to your side

I continue on my lonely way
The sound of road noise in my ears
But if I could ride upon that golden orb
It would wipe away the years

To ride the road of the milky way
To your side where I belong
No radio or CD playing
Just the sound of angels songs

Is it just a dream I'm dreaming
Or could it become reality
To be with you my own sweet love
Just us, just you, just me

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

Dear future me;

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

Liz And Lilacs

Dear future me;

I hope you've finally found something that makes you happy.
Make me proud.
~Love,
Your past self

P.S. I hope you don't look back at all these poems and feel embarrassed by how dumb you were.

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

2004 BL86

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

Juneau

2004 BL86

just take a moment and think about this
what if all that icy rock didn't miss
and gave our planet a passionate kiss
like a disgruntled lover out of the abyss

what if today, our planet earth did not avoid
the two-thousand and four b l eighty-six asteroid
could you imagine if we were all destroyed
leaving our spot in the galaxy now devoid

what if today was earth's final dance
and all of known life just ended by chance
mother earth's battered in another romance
does the universe even know of our significance

no

January 26, 2015

fifty-two

#2004bl86

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

deleted

Feb 2015 Zigmaz F

Juneau

deleted

puffed out chest, ignorant, aggressive, and far too conceited
these are the traits of a man whose biggest fear is looking defeated
to admit fault and apologize is the same as having retreated
one can't debate these fools as the arguments will soon become heated
and odds are if you keep this up you're bound to be maltreated
it's like their brains are underdeveloped; functioning yet uncompleted
they don't learn from lawful punishment and the behaviour is repeated
my patience with some people is really becoming depleted
if only there were an ethical way to have some of them deleted

February 4, 2015
fifty-three