Poetry In The Sky

[Zeth Zatachi]

PLEASE READ THIS: I am posting my works of literature! This is not a way to bait people into saying cruel or hateful things towards me or ANYONE else. Do not it is against the site rules to troll/flame, so don't do it, okay?

Each of the following pieces I feel different about... some I like, some I don't. Some I made of free will, some I made for school assignments.

Enjoy.

[Zeth Zatachi]

Every Day I Wake Up Screaming.

[Zeth Zatachi]

No one prayed.

The stars were only sparks Of fire which devoured us. Should that fire die

There would be nothing.

Nothing left in sky But dead stars, Dead eyes.

Nothing to do but get into bed, The bed of absent ones, to rest.

At dawn there was nothing left.

[Zeth Zatachi]

I remember the days spent free,

the days of family,

the days of faith,

the days of progression,

I remember the day they came...



I remember days spent concentrated,

the days of working,

the days of starving,

the days of death,

I remember the day they came...



I remember days spent lost,

the days of silence,

the days of reunion,

the days of regain,

I remember the day of remembrance.

[Zeth Zatachi]

First they came for the Communists

Our reign began

And I did not speak out

None understood our presence

Because I was not a Communist

Many were left

Then they came for the Socialist

Expanding our lines

And I did not speak out

Noticed and ignored

Because I was not a Socialist

The numbers getting smaller

Then they came for the trade unionists

Closing in on the goal

And I did not speak out

Still they remained oblivious

Because I was not a trade unionist

Others kept behind closed windows

Then they came for the Jews

Annihilation of the filth

And I did not speak out

No one tested our dominance

Because I was not a Jew

Few left

Then they came for me

Picking the remainders

And there was no one left

We left none

To speak out for me

All before the hand struck 12

[Zeth Zatachi]

I remember the first one whom induced the feeling...

I remember the feel of the first soft lips...

I remember fixing problems I didn’t know...

I remember how twisted the mind can get...

I remember trying to get what was playing hard...

I remember many failed...

I remember red flowing hair...

I remember the one that lasted for years...

I remember planes mistaken for stars...

I remember being careless and reckless...

I remember my love of the present.

[Zeth Zatachi]

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I just Killed your Puppy

Boo whoo whoo