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Zac C Mar 2013
My brain is tied
to a string on
your finger

I know you know
to pull the string
on your finger

All of my heart
is at your
disposal

Move my skin
because it feels good
Your touch is all of me
10/27/11
Zac C Mar 2013
Watch the moon
   glide away
           from the
                            world
                   and
         slip,
comatosed,
uncomfortable,        
and                    
isolated.      
leave
      the
                moon
                      to
                              itself,
                    and
              watch
the
smile          
grow:                
  The                              
smile                                  
of                                          
the                                    
world                  
slipping
     away
between
your            
fingers.
6/27/11

A daze...
Zac C Mar 2013
You
You were there for me
or so I'd like to think,
but not what I like to say
when I'm asked about you.

Your words spun around my head
and to this day,
I still remember when you said
You weren't afraid to die
and that you knew                                               I was
And I still remember how I felt
when I said you were wrong,
but I knew you were right.

I remember your hand
splashing across my face
like a tsunami crashing down
on me
I was weak and you knew this.
You knew I was weak, and
you know you changed me
with a stencil tracing of your hand
in red, on my face.

But did you know I missed you?
3/22/13
Zac C Mar 2013
Running my head across
the smooth landscape that is
the side of your face
I see plants living and breathing,
a plethora of animals
instinctually battling to survive,
A family of three; a mother, her child and a dog
straining all resources in front of them to pass this
day-by-day struggle

But I see more than that
I see the color in your eyes
those ruby constellations
and I see them staring back at me
painting the picture of what we want
and what we need
painting the picture of you and me
as simple as that.
3/22/13

Sorry, scrambled eggs for brains today
Zac C Mar 2013
Live before you breathe

Breathe before you die.

Die before you Regret

Regret before you live.
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Zac C Mar 2013
The lingering last of

your lungs in my lungs

leaves me loathing

the life I left.
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See what I did there? ;)
Zac C Mar 2013
Don’t leave me, to think. You know
I’ll throw my life away, maybe
just mentally, never fully physically.
Because I hate it,the solitude of my
mind, the constant torture of the
veins of my brain, the straining my
heart endures. But even though I
hate this way, the way my brain
controls my emotions, I like the way
it spawns new life. I like the
way it makes me feel. I like
the way it makes me fade.
It soothes my brain, this loathing
I posses. It makes me feel alive.
And all though I hide from that
feeling, it brews inside, shadowed
by the circumference of my world,
my chamber of thoughts, My
Kingdom, which, by all means, is my life.
I love you, as much as I love me,
which, despite legend, isn't a lot.
But at least now you know what
my brain is like. So don’t
question my sanity. I’m normal.
**Don’t question my sanity. I’m normal.
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