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Featuring: Zack Smith
Love like Mine
(Written When 15 Years Old)
You push me to the edge,
why do you drive in this wedge
that keeps you from me
I long for your touch,
the eccentricity of such
a feeling I have never known..
Still you sit on your throne,
your hatred tears me to the bone
still I feel this pain..
Yet you can never admit you're to blame,
for that would require a heart
and you could tear all others apart
yet you would never find,
one that emits a love as strong as mine..
eccentricity: queerness, strangeness, oddness, freakishness,
aberration. Eccentricity, peculiarity, quirk, idiosyncrasy all refer to some
noticeable deviation in behavior, queerness, from what is normal or expected.
Zack has exceptional ability for one so young !
He CAN write. His feelings run deep!
AMERICAN POET CARYL RAMSDALE
The Prestigious "Tears In A Bottle Collection"
And A "Poetry Soup" Noted Poet
They laugh and they scorn
no matter how much they're warned,
of the danger within
a person filled with nothing but sin...
This hatred drives him,
there is no fear inside him...
All he wants is a day of peace,
for that would be such a sweet release...
Yet you continue to deny
what he longs for inside...
So go on, drive in that stake
keep telling yourself its not a mistake...
For he will submit himself to this,
so that no one can dismiss,
his self-driven death
at the hands of your breath.
Current mood: crushed
You think you understand,
truth is you cannot comprehend.
This feeling grew so strong,
it seemed to lay waiting for so long...
You push and you shove,
truth is you have no love.
So keep descending into my skin
truth is, i let you in.
You cannot deny this feeling you have given me,
truth is you could never let me be.
So it comes as no surprise,
that all you spew is lies...
Now you watch me tear myself apart,
tear, slash, and gash my heart.
You could never see my love,
truth is its written in flesh,
hidden by fabric and shown with a knife.
Truth is, it's cost me my life...
Category: Writing and Poetry
I am the famine among prosperity,
I create the rage found among the peaceful,
I am the sorrow hidden beneath serenity.
I am the tear falling amongst a sea of happiness,
I bring rise to reality and befall hope,
I am the death caused by the creation of life.
I am the stray cloud painted in the summer sky,
I shatter the dreams of the confound,
I am the weltering rose in a field of beauty.
I am all that should not be.
But most importantly, i am.
April 29, 2008 - Tuesday
Category: Writing and Poetry
As you hide your face,
trying to conceal the shame,
this time there's no one else to blame.
This time there's nothing to lose,
you might as well just choose.
Either live by the knife,
or give up this life.
You conceal your true feelings,
and all of these dealings,
they add up to what?
With only yourself to confide in,
this time there's no hole to hide in.
Your sanity slips
your mind chips
and it cracks into pieces.
This time there's no turning back,
there's no time to relax.
You said you couldn't do it,
that you'd never put them through it.
Well now look what you've done,
once again you will run.
This time for your own life,
Do you still want to play with a gun?
Isn't insanity fun?
Zack Smith 4/29/08 copyright
Zack is an avid hunter, fishing enthusiast, snow boarder, skate boarder
and a keen scholar. His skills since early childhood in the woods, are
those of a proficient woodsman.
Accolades: Here's To The New York Poet: Zachery Emmanuel Smith
There is this greatness in you, Zack,
Expressed through your originality and
command of language, and the painful
consequences of life you've had to deal with.
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