Kelly Zion

Freshman - 507 Points [Tucalony] (11/27/1994)

Kelly Zion Poems

81. Grape Popsicle Clouds 7/16/2013
82. Guitar Day 8/7/2013
83. Gun To The Head 5/13/2013
84. Gypsy Eyes 10/15/2013
85. Hand To Hold 9/17/2014
86. Heal Me 5/9/2013
87. Heart Transplant 5/1/2013
88. His Pet Kitten 8/27/2013
89. Homesweet Chattahoochee 8/21/2013
90. Honey Melon 5/1/2013
91. Hooked 6/5/2013
92. Hooker's Halloween 10/18/2013
93. Hopecrash On Traintrack X 6/4/2013
94. I Just Want To Share This With You 11/15/2013
95. If I Could Call Everybody, 'Baby' 5/31/2013
96. If I Only Had A Duck 6/26/2014
97. Immortality, Be My Reality 9/4/2013
98. Imprinting 12/23/2013
99. In The End 4/5/2013
100. Is 'Everybody Mean? ' 5/31/2013
101. It's Gonna Be Okay 8/19/2013
102. It's Like Telling Us Not To Cry 8/20/2014
103. Jesus Is The Super Power 10/2/2013
104. Kill Me If I Die 5/23/2014
105. Kitten Lost 5/6/2013
106. Kitty In A Cowboy Hat 6/4/2013
107. Last Pages 5/6/2013
108. Life Of Death 6/16/2013
109. Light-Socket Man 5/31/2013
110. Little Girl On The Beach 4/4/2013
111. Little White Angels 11/25/2014
112. Livin' For A 'someday' 6/5/2013
113. Living With The Pain 4/8/2013
114. Locust Instinct 5/13/2013
115. Lone Car 4/25/2013
116. Lost Sheep 5/8/2013
117. Love 4/25/2013
118. Love Flutters 9/5/2013
119. Love Is A Baby Chicken 4/25/2013
120. Love Our Enemies 4/25/2013
Best Poem of Kelly Zion

Water, Oh, Water

Water, water, that's how I'll die
I'll die in the hollow between day and light

water Oh, water, I love you, oh say
Water, my love
Oh won't you bury me?

I'll die in the water, oh love don't you cry
you can come visit, my black valentine

I'll die in the water, so peaceful and right
I'll die by my duckings, call me on the lake
of the water, the water endless as pain

I'll die, fall in, release my breath
I'll die in the water like Clemetine did.

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End Of Time

We float in this world as bits of dust,
following the instincts of our lusts.
How do we lose what we haven't gained?
How do we go crazy when we were born insane?
Let's lift ourselves out of this grave,
wash our souls out in the rain,
in Maraschino drops of blood,
we know we can be loved
if we rise above.

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