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The GuardianShow poetry

Well here i am once more. The last of a dying breed, i consider myself. One of a many kind man. The one you see standing in the back to avoid the trouble. As Eric Church says "I dont like to fight, but i aint scared to bleed". i tend to keep to myself, but love to be around people. I fit in alot of stereotypical groups. my wrist shine in the cold with the few scars of my past. Yet my smile can melt even the coldest of hearts. i am a man of many, yet few words. When I love, I love with al lthat i have. I dont expect the same in return, for i am a hopless romantic. Raised by my mother, you can say i have her emotions, and id have to say your right. A man who crys at chick flicks, now thats a sight to see lol. All my life i have searched for the one who could make me feel whole.. but on that subject i speak no more of... for now i feel so lost... So many thigns going on that i lose myself a bit more each day. breaking down in that dark corner of my room, longing for that loving touch... but all i feel is air.... My life in a nutshell basically... need i say more? if you wish to know, simply ask...

Poems I'm focused on

My Poetry

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  • The defining moments in your life,
    Pressing forward or giving up,
    11 lines, 1 comment, November 11
  • Watching the life of myself pass by...
    Spending my days in front of a mirrior,
    18 lines, November 5
  • When the lights seem to fade,
    And darkness swarms around you,
    15 lines, 1 comment, October 20
  • Why did you play your filthy fucked up games? Why did you toy with my head in such ways? You said you wanted to fix what was broken, and yet you broke it even more....
    9 lines, October 20

My Stories

  • I took off in the middle of the night with no idea as to where I was going... I just knew i had to get away... Anywhere far from here was enough for me. Too much pain in one place to keep holding on. My mind kept pushing me
    248 lines, July 24. In <600 words
  • No quick end for me, just slow, and painful.... Holding the knife to my skin, while the music blares in the background hauntingly "....For the first time you can open your eyes/And see the world without your sorrow/Where no o
    169 lines, July 24. In <600 words

My other items

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My journal entries

  • I reached that moment in life again, where at those times that you can't make it through yourself, you turn to someone to help you find your way. Reaching out your hand in the darkness where there was once light... Stumbling around, tripping over pieces of your broken heart. Yeah it's a tough life. Hoping, praying
    August 1, 400 words. 1 comment, Add one?
  • You ever had those words you wanted to say? So badly? the ones that are on the tip of your tongue, whether it's anger or sadness, pain or happiness? Do You? Those ones that just say it all, letting it out in a matter of seconds.. so much built up inside that you just want to blow it up and be done with it? Yeah be
    July 27, 500 words. Make first comment?

Guest Book

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  • My Last Breath.x on November 4
    Hey Zacky <3

    Just wanted to stop in and see how you are. I miss you bunches.

  • Jazzlyn on September 20
    hello and thank you for adding me
  • My Last Breath.x : You Okay..? on May 13
    Hey Zack..
    Are you okay? I haven't heard from you in a few weeks, and your page/quote seem pretty depressed.. (I've noticed that seems to be the only time you write, lol)
    Talk to me Zack; I'm always here for ya <3
  • LiciDoveyness on May 7
    ok so I tried to spam your page but it didn't work lol

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