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 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
Abbie Argo
to live deliberately
is to
free your very soul
from the
confines
(the chains)

of ignorance
of conformity

to live deliberately
is to live
uncomfortably
but beautifully

(no one who
has lived in
such a way
can say it is
not worth it)
You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I what I hoped before:
But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks; and I am ready to depart.
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Ah what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and of sighs
I consecrate to thee.
Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
LJ Chaplin
Susan
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
LJ Chaplin
Your life is stained with cigarettes and whiskey,
Drunken calls late at night to tell me that you miss me,
You like to think we'll take you back,
But we'll leave you drowning in a bottle of Jack,
Family? You don't know the word,
We're better off without you,
Because Susan you'll never learn.

Sit back down and I'll tell you a story,
About how you've ****** up and never said sorry,
About how you said you'll always be here,
But it was the bottle of ***** whispering in your ear,
Feeding you words to say out loud,
Telling me how you were always proud,
Are you even aware of what you say?
All slurred and blurred as your mind decays,
Deluded,
Always secluded,
From the place you're meant to call reality,
Psychotic,
Idiotic,
Blinded by your negative morality.

Susan my dear, you're just another cavity,
Another gaping hole in what was supposed to be your family,
You chose to cower and hide away,
From your past that caused so much pain,
Take a trip down memory lane,
Just face the guilt and face your neglect,
Because thanks to you it had a nasty effect,
On those I adore and cherish everyday,
At least we have realised old habits never change.
Susan is the cruel woman who I am unfortunately related to. She has caused so much pain and damage in our family, something that none of us could ever forgive. She's trying to get back in touch and we don't want her to. So voilà, another rant from yours truly.
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
Lucas Lowman
I wake up.

I go to my window.

The Sun is out.

But not For Long.

The Smog is Creeping in.

That ****** toxic cloud.

Filled with poison. Filled with Sadness. Filled with Pain. Filled with Destruction. Filled with Anger. Filled with Loss.

Full of Fear. Full of Hurt. Full of Death. Full of Worry. Full of Hate. Full of Darkness.

The Wonders of the World are gone and have been replaced by the trillion terrors.

The Sun is out, But the Smog is rolling in.

So I walk. I walk.

I am Outside Now and I see That ****** Cloud slithering in front of that beautiful sun.

And I breathe. I inhale the ugliness. The Branches of my Lungs begin to wither as that cloud invades my body. I breathe and I breathe, never exhaling. My eyes begin to tear. My body becomes weak.

But I keep breathing. I breathe for my brothers, for my sisters, for my fathers, for my mothers, I Breathe.

I breathe for my sons and for my daughters. I breathe for all. I breathe in the disgust so they don’t have to. So they NEVER have to.

I choke.

And as my body becomes a shell and my soul decides to depart. My Brothers, My Sisters, My Fathers, My Mothers, My Sons, My daughters, they breathe in to me.

They give me purity and strength through air that has never tasted so sweet.

They bring me back and they carry me inside where I lie down next to my wife, next to my husband.

And I sleep.

With a Smile on My Face.
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
Jack Kerouac
Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
Maybe Tomorrow
Should I say
You are losing your hearing
Or keep the lie that
My speech is slurring
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
LJ Chaplin
I don't want to talk to the world.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Never.
My words are reserved for beautiful things
And the world is too ugly,
Broken.
No friends,
No family,
Nothing will hear me speak,
Because I am done.
I've come undone.
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