Biography of Adam Zank
Adam Zank Poems
Running, crying, screaming, dying, as you cower you think its alright. you've escaped the haunting memories. Rustle in the shadows, you're off like a shot
Why does she run away? I only want to touch her... Why can 't I catch her?
The Silence Is Broken!
Solace falls On wings of Laughter Made sadder
I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay
perfect by nature icons of self indulgence just what we all need more lies about a world that
Catch me as I fall Say you’re here and it’s all over now Speaking to the atmosphere No one’s here and I fall into myself
Hair of gold Or Ebon as night. Skin like marble Cold and white
Time Locked Away
Huddled in emptyness, neither here nor there, but everywhere
Tragedy Of A Rose
A rose! a Rose! A many petal'd rose! such beauty! Such Passion! All for just one rose! What inner want could crave such lust, to wish possession of the rose?
Love That We Cant
God above! I'm so pissed off. Why do you insist on this stupid game? You act like I'm shit, you tear out my heart, then turn around, and mourn for your loss.
Ode To Speak
These words, they hurt -they hurt me- those spiked barbs, digging in my skin,
A (Deep) Observation Made In Boredom
A tiny speck makes it's way from a corner on the wall. eight tiny legs
Dreams Of Theatre
'Neath oaken bones and abandoned homes above learning and intrigue stands a place of such proportions,
Gravel scrapes the soles of my boots Wind and water shear off my shoulders My grip tightens on the handle, as my thumb unlocks the trigger. A few meters ahead, a pale, spectral form flees in the growing storm.
Tragedy Of A Rose
A rose! a Rose! A many petal'd rose!
such beauty! Such Passion! All for just one rose!
What inner want could crave such lust,
to wish possession of the rose?
Who knows! It must me lust!
Nay, 'tis Wonder!
ah, 'tis anger, revenge!
But what of fear?
Perhaps this rose is the remaining touch