K. Zachary

Joined January 2023

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Bio

I like life in the make-believe. So, you won't find any non-fiction on my page.

Stories (46/0)

To the one who calls themselves Edward
I'm tired. I don't have any energy to go back and forth. You are in my prayers each morning, but this is the farthest I can go. Maybe you will have hope that your name is spoken before our creator each morning, but this is the last response from me. I can't do this anymore.
By K. Zachary3 days ago in Poets
Dear Edward
First, I’m sorry about your companion. It pained me to read those words about her departure. May you feel peace in the coming days as much as possible.
By K. Zachary16 days ago in Poets
Fate Spoke
Dear friend, The flame doesn’t create agony but comfort and warmth. It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to, the pull is intense beauty rather than pain. Funny thing that seems to ring more than a coincidence happened to me today.
By K. Zachary26 days ago in Poets
Untitled
I have few words to share. I feel I’m changing and who you once knew is evaporating. Things I accepted I no longer fancy and I can no longer entertain what doesn’t truly stimulate me. For if it’s not vibrating me completely, I grow bored.
By K. Zachary26 days ago in Poets
Breakthrough
I can’t undo me The skin has shed completely A new me without you *** There is no comparison to 2018 and I can’t fight it any longer.
By K. Zachary26 days ago in Poets
Sufficient
I remember thinking, “this moment will pull me out of my darkest days”…. and it has
By K. Zachary26 days ago in Poets
Friendship
tongue-tied in friendship emotions roll in friendship you asked for friendship
By K. Zacharyabout a month ago in Poets
Name It Whatever You Want
After all I’ve said…. this is your question? It’s true, people‘s concern reaches to the end of their fingertips Many speak|Words are cheap
By K. Zacharyabout a month ago in Poets
Edward
Poetry isn’t my strength, and perfectionalism keeps me from posting Edward. Life drifts the same. Day in and day out. I manage to hold positivity, though I feel I slip under the wet floors of romance.
By K. Zacharyabout a month ago in Poets
Strings
cloudy view now lives within the walls of my heart strings can be cut away
By K. Zacharyabout a month ago in Poets
One Hundred and Eighty Seconds
Summer always falls into autumn and autumn into winter It was cold when I met you and coldness has taken my warmth away Our history, brief like a trailer
By K. Zacharyabout a month ago in Poets
Mirage of Hopelessness
am I seen? Or do you see what you want to see of me? I feel I am a mirage of hope while you toss pennies in a hopeless well
By K. Zacharyabout a month ago in Poets