Submissions by buddhakitty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
a matter of major importance
the day is
gone
the sun
does
not care
the birds
are
gone
the trees
do
not care
the cats
are
gone
the dogs
do
not care
the years
are
gone
but time
does
not care
love is
gone
and I
do
not care
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
gone
the sun
does
not care
the birds
are
gone
the trees
do
not care
the cats
are
gone
the dogs
do
not care
the years
are
gone
but time
does
not care
love is
gone
and I
do
not care
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#heartbroken
655 reads
9 Comments
goal
hospital
13 y/o middle
eastern boy
brown,
under fed
lifts what's
left of
leg
stump now
one more
bullet
one less
limb
no more
soccer
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
13 y/o middle
eastern boy
brown,
under fed
lifts what's
left of
leg
stump now
one more
bullet
one less
limb
no more
soccer
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#hell
550 reads
10 Comments
a hard look
I used to think
that if you
worked hard
enough,
cared long
enough,
loved strongly
enough,
then everything
would work
out in the
end
but in the end,
all you really
get, is the
end
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
that if you
worked hard
enough,
cared long
enough,
loved strongly
enough,
then everything
would work
out in the
end
but in the end,
all you really
get, is the
end
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#TruthOfLife
659 reads
16 Comments
lesson
my mother always
told me to chew
my food one
hundred
times
I only chewed
ninetynine
that must be
why I'm so
fucked
up
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
told me to chew
my food one
hundred
times
I only chewed
ninetynine
that must be
why I'm so
fucked
up
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#dark
580 reads
15 Comments
untitled
I wasn't myself
today...
or anyone else
I'd care to be.
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
today...
or anyone else
I'd care to be.
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#SelfReflection
535 reads
11 Comments
life unintended
the sun has
quit the
sky
the birds
silent,
intoxicated
with
evening
only the cowards and
and drunks remain
awake now
the cowards
fear dying
too soon
the drunks are
afraid of living
too long
and much like the
rest of the world,
they run between
birth and death
and miss the
living
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
quit the
sky
the birds
silent,
intoxicated
with
evening
only the cowards and
and drunks remain
awake now
the cowards
fear dying
too soon
the drunks are
afraid of living
too long
and much like the
rest of the world,
they run between
birth and death
and miss the
living
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#regret
575 reads
10 Comments
ennemi jure'
I turned to face
my enemy...
and it was
myself.
(c ) 2018 R.R. Zinn
my enemy...
and it was
myself.
(c ) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#SelfDiscovery
507 reads
6 Comments
a special kind of hell
hell does not
come when
you die,
but in how
you live;
or rather
how you
did not
live.
you get one
shot at being
the greatest
miracle
of all...
you.
nothing
else
matters.
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
come when
you die,
but in how
you live;
or rather
how you
did not
live.
you get one
shot at being
the greatest
miracle
of all...
you.
nothing
else
matters.
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#identity
528 reads
7 Comments
longing
it is in the
depths behind
my eyes that
cannot be
witnessed
my thoughts,
senses moving;
poison fish
swelling in
an ocean
of dirty
sadness
(c) R.R. Zinn
depths behind
my eyes that
cannot be
witnessed
my thoughts,
senses moving;
poison fish
swelling in
an ocean
of dirty
sadness
(c) R.R. Zinn
#regret
572 reads
4 Comments
this modern age
who owns
you ?
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
you ?
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#technology
#consumerism
553 reads
6 Comments
when
when the temples
of profit
fall
when the speed of
our mercies
out race
bullets
when the fields
are covered
w/ wheat
and not
landmines
the earth will open her
throat and sing the
sweetest song
this old
universe
has ever
heard
and the astra will
look down,
smile, and
whisper...
amen
(c) 2018 R.R Zinn
of profit
fall
when the speed of
our mercies
out race
bullets
when the fields
are covered
w/ wheat
and not
landmines
the earth will open her
throat and sing the
sweetest song
this old
universe
has ever
heard
and the astra will
look down,
smile, and
whisper...
amen
(c) 2018 R.R Zinn
#dreams
#redemption
675 reads
4 Comments
who's there! cried the rain
you can not run
between drops
of rain
or
make any single
moment
worth more than
the
sum of your
life
buckets
fill
buckets
empty
still
the
bucket
remains
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
between drops
of rain
or
make any single
moment
worth more than
the
sum of your
life
buckets
fill
buckets
empty
still
the
bucket
remains
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#frustration
640 reads
7 Comments
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