Writing Over the Years

Alexa, Zach, Samantha, and Alison
From approx 1987 to the present

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Unnamed Entry - Airman Zach Weber


Unnamed entry in Zach's Writing Notebook


I feel like I don't belong

In a world where everything's gone wrong.


What happened to our innocence,

                 What happened to our joy and bliss?

                                                 righteousness,

                                                 happiness?

Smeagul from Airman Zach Weber's notebook




Smeagul


Two personalities.  Two people living in one body.

     One tortured body.

It's so hard to come back when no one truss us.

We can't even remember our own name

It's become lost in our own treacherous past


What was it like before?  Does anyone know?

Canyon Grand by Airman Zach Weber



Canyon Grand

We have a canyon in between us, ain't it grand?

It separates me from you and you from me,

And, it's a 'comfortable' distance for me to be ...he he

I'll just sit here, I like it on this side.


I won't bridge the Great Divide

'Cause I really just don't have the time.

Your Touch by Airman Zach Weber




Your Touch

Just to touch your face, would speak a thousand words
                                                               You can't erase

A thousand words in my head, just once touch
                                                                And they all be said

A touch brings two together
A touch lets you feel
A touch allows you to be felt....





Things Change



               Things Change.     by Airman Zach Weber

        Does anything ever stay the same?
        Even the sky, in all its vastness, cannot always hold its own deep blue.
        It is overtaken and veiled, seemingly all at once –
       You no more than blink when dark, rolling clouds have mounted their invasion,
       And the once-brilliant sky dims and dulls by the second.
   
       Then the rain comes.
       Small bits of rain sting exposed skin – every ping is felt – each drop
       Seeming to pierce deeply as if seeking bone.
       And when you feel the pain unbearable, you –
       Suddenly, subtly realize that you no longer feel the individual pricks and stabs:

            The rain itself has changed.
            It seems now the rain simply exists; it’s just there.