It’s not like we were so attatched
that i can’t live without him,
but still,
it would be nice if he were still around.
Man,the thought of death chills me.
Talk about gruesome.

Now, my question is,
why did he have to look the way he did?
Did he do it on purpose?
no, I dont think so.
but still,the image flashes
in my mind.
I HATE IMAGES!
bad ones anyway,
that stick in your defenseless brain
forever and ever,
without mercy.
TALK ABOUT PAINFUL.

So, should I regret it?
Was it really even me?
Did I kill him?
Who knows, it all happened so fast,
but I dont really think it’s so in depth
that i have to “Wash my hands of the blood,”
IF you know what i mean.

Sure, its a tragedy,
anything that takes its last breath is,
but thats just life,
a crazy force of nature,
and there isn’t ANYTHING that ANY
of us can do about it.
Yeah, i know,
let me guess,
Your saying,
“Wow, I feel so defenseless.”
Well, yeah, you kinda are.

PERIOD. Thats just it.

A dog barks.
I hear him across the fence
acting as if I did something wrong.
no, thats not it
of course not,
ha! how silly of me.

No, just a newcomer,
i’m strange….
different.
Can i blane him for being on guard?
never…
it would be wrong.

Yes, of course i jump to conclusions,
but i guess its just a human thing…
who wouldn’t have?
its not like it takes a genious to answer such a simple question.

Its not like the dog did the wrong thing…
he was just trying to be safe,
i dont blame him,
he was in his right mind…
its not like barking really hurts that bad anway…
its just simple words of warning,
that dont exhist in the english language.
like i’m so different,
half the time, i feel like i’m barking myself…

its just a simple thing to do…
try it.
Like i said, its simple.

Dive is the name of the book

She is completly immersed
in the book. Flipping the page yet again,
she shifts her brown eyes.
She looks back again.

The name of the book is Dive.

The book must be good,
because it has Kathryn hypnotized.

Yellow
the sun
bright,shines
on us
as we walk under it

White the clouds
fluffy,puffy
all around us
shadows,shade is here

Black
the birds
big,flying
all above us
scared they will poop on us

Blue
the sky
big
everwhere around us
it has everything in it

I feel ashamed!

How could I
tell a secret
like that?

I thought
it would help,
but all he did
was yell at her.
He didn’t even try to help.
He made matters worse.

She probably hates me now.
She probably never wants to
see my face again.
She is probably ashamed
to have me as a relative.

How was it possible for me
to feel so much hate
towards myself.

I wanted to talk to her,
but then I was afraid
she would yell
and say she hated me.

All I could do was cry.

It was the first time
since I was a child
that I wanted my mother,
but she is gone.

I need her comfort,
her love,
her guidence to tell me what to do.
I knew though
that I started this.
I just had to find a way
to finish it.

Maybe it will be forgotten about,
or maybe…..

There is no point.

This is a learning experience.

I love her,
and I know she loves me.

I just have to give it time
to fade.

As I sit in my kitchen,
My big, black furball, Mufasa
Goes to his food bowl
And crunches his food
Very, very loudly.

I slide into the floor
And Mufasa looks at me,
Then goes into the living room.

I grab one of his toys
And start to play
With him,
Although he quickly loses
Interest, so now
I sit alone.
Now Mufasa comes back.

We look at each other.
I stare into his mint green eyes,
And he stares back at me,
Those green eyes, soo deep and mysterious.
Then he walks off.
Where to, I don’t know,
But i know he’s around me,
Wherever he may be.

Written by Zach on 8-21-08.

Not quite understanding
what life means to me,
taking everything for granted,so whats new?
yeah,yeah,
it seems like we do that alot,
we lie motionless on our side walk,
just a cold strip of life,
thats it,
as if nothing in the world were going on….

silence…..

ok so whats next? do I wait for an awakening?
or just sit here,
silent
on my sidewalk?
will anything ever happen?
or will everything stay the same?
exactly the same…
nothing changing,
as I lie here on the side walk…

silent.

I watch as five million more crystals fall.
Another day.
Another storm.
My friend stands beside me…telling me how sorry she is.
I just stand there motionless.
In the middle of Williamsburg trying to hail a cab.
She looks at me and asks me how i feel.
“Some things are better left unsaid.”I reply.
She painfully turns away.
I finnally get a cab to turn my way.
I had done spent four hours at a hospital and i was ill.
My friend gets in the cab as i tell the driver to go.
We both stare out at the few rain droplets that now fall.
When we arrive at our destination i pay the driver and step out into the rain.
I feel as if i am being pelted with tiny rocks.
I finnally get into the house and go to my room.
My friend follows.
“I told you i was sorry!”My friend says.
“Sometimes sorry isn’t good enough.”I reply.
So now i sit here Ice cream at hand.
Listening to that music that i love so much.
While she sits in the living room repeating over and over….
Some things are just better left unsiad.