Reflections deep |
By: Zak Rhea
Reflections Deep
Looking at my reflection deep
I wonder at the direction I keep
Should I let my discretion sleep
Abandon this vexation, leap
The cost of such correction stee...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:17:00 GMT |
Supreme silliness |
If there were seven silly psychopaths and six were soundly sleeping,
was seven smart for staying sharp or was she simply sneaking?
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 20:24:00 GMT |
Rising Light |
By: Zak Rhea
For no one in particular, though I wish it could be.
Rising Light
The day breaks the night
With little composure
The first rays of light
Offer brilliant exposure
As the w...
Posted by on Mon, 28 May 2007 00:40:00 GMT |
Fix-ation |
By: Zak Rhea
If you know not for whom this is written,
then you are not meant to.
Fix-ation
A vision of clarity before blurry eyes
But is clarity to be the source of my demise?
Beauty taken away b...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 00:32:00 GMT |
Display |
By: Zak Rhea
Display
Distraught disarray dismally dismisses decisions displaying disparate dispositions. Decidedly desperate I disintegrate disbelief, dissuading disillusionment....
Posted by on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 18:36:00 GMT |
Willful |
By: Zak Rhea
Willful
My self destructive tendencies
Drag me down again
I grapple for a lifeline
As I sink into this fen
The putrid stench of hopelessness
Suffocating breath
If I allow...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 21:46:00 GMT |
Odyssey |
By: Zak Rhea
Odyssey
My eardrums pound with the rhythm, but I cannot hear at all
The longer that I talk with you the deeper I do fall
Your words strung out so carefully, music in ...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 20:04:00 GMT |
Hope? |
By: Zak Rhea
Inspired by a fucking twig.
Hope?
I look at the stars, I breathe out with a sigh
With fervent compassion I wonder, "Why do you cry?"
Why must the world be so heartles...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 21:30:00 GMT |
The Reader |
By: Zak Rhea
The Reader
There I see you sitting back against a tree
Absorbed in a book unaware of me
Your eyes shimmer like stars, luminescent and bright
Your hair of obsidian, blacker t...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 23:26:00 GMT |
Welcome (the begining) |
By: Zak Rhea
Welcome
My life is torture
And also the crime
It serves as a prison
Where I serve my time
My life is torture
A small empty cell
Lonely beyond sanity
I am living in he...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 21:44:00 GMT |
