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Name: Zachary
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Expertise: Playing hookie, making something out of nothing. The need to express, to communicate. To going against the grain, going insane, going mad. To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension. To starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension. Not to mention of course, hating dear old mom and dad.


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Friday, December 30, 2005

OHH! NEW XANGA!

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Thursday, December 29, 2005

So today I'm going over to my grandma's house and we're watching "Phantom of the Opera" and "Closer." I've seen Closer (I got it for Christmas), but haven't seen Phantom. She hasn't seen either... and I 'm kind of nervous about watching Closer with her. It's, well... very accurate about sex.

But yeah, that's my plan for today. If anyone wants to do anything during the rest of the break, feel free to get a hold of me.

- - edit. New poem.

7. Fuck You.
Don’t tell me I don’t dream about you.
And don’t tell me I don’t bleed for you.
Because I’ve dreamed about you since I was little.
And I’ve bled for you since you took my hand.
You want the truth?
I swear I’ll scream it to your face.
I fucking hate you, but I love you so much.
I fucking want you, but I can’t stand to be near you.
I need pills to make this come out right.
I need a knife to spell it out for you.
Do you fucking think this is easy for me?
Don’t you see the tears on my wrists and the blood smeared on my cheek?
You’re just a boy.
So fuck you and your impossible games.

- - edit. The Phantom of the Opera is an okay movie. It's not as good as I expected it would be.


Tuesday, December 27, 2005

1. So Ryan and I have been going out for almost a month now. It'll be a month this Saturday,  which is New Year's Eve, if I'm not mistaken. I'm not really sure... I haven't been keeping up on dates lately. Everything's going well with us, he's a great guy.

2. Christmas was all right. Mom and Grandma have made up, so we were all together. Wish I would've got more- but I'm happy with what I did get. I'm only taking back a couple of things, which was expected. My favorite things have got to be my iPod and my Original Broadway Cast of RENT Soundtrack.

3. Went to Wal-Mart today, saw Will and his new boyfriend. It was disgusting. Guess you can't do much better than me. (*wink*) Um... I was going to buy Fall Out Boy's CD, but they only had the old ones, and I wanted the new one... so I bought O.A.R.'s CD Stories of a Stranger instead. It's so good. P.S. I'm downloading Fall Out Boy's CD... heh.

4. I've been enjoying my break. I've been hanging with friends some, but sleeping mostly. I've needed to catch up on my sleep for a while now.

5. I've been getting a lot of "You should publish your poems." lately, so I've been thinking about it more. I'd like to get my second and third poetry books finished before I start looking into publishers, though.

So yeah. There's a summary of life right now. =]

ZACHARY TYlER.


Sunday, December 18, 2005

4. False Hero.

You said you’d be my hero.

But I knew you were lying.

You fucking ripped my heart out.

And tonight, I’m going to carve.

I bled on your white, white shirt.

You let me go and walked away.

Let me fall to the floor.

Don’t let me die right now.

Because I want more.

5. Notions.

I brought the poison if you’ve brought the liquor.

We’ll drink to the scores kept on out wrists.

I love you so much, but you don’t fucking know.

I’m dying in your arms right now.

As you talk about everything and absolutely nothing,

Your words string along everything you are.

You fall asleep with a lonely boy in your arms.

But you don’t fucking know.

The notion you ignored

Was another cut to keep the score.

6. Beautiful You.

Your words a like razorblades on my wrists.

Boy, you even do it the right way.

Another line to pass the time.

Another kiss without definition.

I held your hand last night.

But only in a dream.

Just a fucking dream.

You’re oh so beautiful.

But you’re fucking clueless.

I’ll look you in the eyes.

Forget all the games.

And tell you I fucking love you.


Friday, December 16, 2005

i know what it's like to want to die.
how it hurts to smile.
how you try to fit in but you can't.
how you hurt yourself on the outside to kill the thing on the inside.



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