Here's to Self-ExpressionA Poem by Zackery Alan DaleyAn ode of the awesome kind. A faculty of poetic nonsense.
"It isn't a REAL party, until somebody dies."
I'm not insane, in fact I'm quite rational. Who asks who where the passion goes? In self-defense, that doesn't make sense, But I know you know I know you, through and through. Quite a confusing ordeal, but there is my cue. Please do not have any mercy on me. Proclaimed genius, insane, and quirky, I prey on thee. A prayer of reciprocating feelings. See? It was irony that killed me. In a puddle, in the gutter, A woman screams as a man utters: "Good riddance, this boy was a bother". I had more soul than ANY soldier. The last statement may not be politically correct. Neither is my mind, nor yours in fact. Morals are simply a matter of time, Oh how they've evolved, the echoes chime. We are all the same, play the same game. Life is only a game of chess, Seeing how long you can last. Don't want to leave him? Are you scared to die? Found in my carpet are weed stems. Fie, fie, fie...
© 2011 Zackery Alan DaleyAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on March 29, 2011 Last Updated on March 29, 2011 AuthorZackery Alan DaleyKanab, UTAboutHello my name is Zack. I have been writing since I could properly hold the pen. Then computers came around so I type up some work on this site from time to time. Thank you for checking out my conte.. more..Writing
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