Magnetic

Confessions.

Confessions of a virtual thief.

stealing was a hobby, a job, an addiction.

it made me money, gave me purpose,

thievery was a giant part of my life.

anything that made me money i did,

stole, cheated, lied, backstabbed.

it engulfed my life and defined who i was,

once i stopped i realized something,

i never wanted to be like that, ever.

Senior Poem Fella

"Play WoW"

By: Zachary Lictawa

Play wow, Drink lots of water,

eat your fruits and vegetables,

Stock up on pizza rolls and ramen.

Participate in sports and groups.

Focus on school over parties.

Don't let anybody peer pressure you,

Your future will always be there,

The people pressuring you will fade,

Make your own decisions, always.

Push yourself never pace yourself.

Set goals and achieve them.

It's your life do what you do for you.

stack that chedda and enjoy life,

Its the only one you've got.

Real names

My name is Zack,

Zeke to my brother,

Luscious by association.

I was a waste of genius,

lost drive.

No motivation left.

I am revived.

_________________________________________________________

I am addicted,

fortune and fame

my drug.

I gave it all up,

now i've relapsed.

I won't stop,

not till i reach my goal,

Nobody can stop me,

I am success.

railroad tracks

The railroad tracks remind me of summer days just walking down the tracks trying to kill time waiting for the day to restart and to recharge so you walk down the path with no ending in mind just a long walk there is no meaning or point to it just the fact that there is nothign to do but walk until you reach some endpoint that would be a viable stop such as a restaraunt or back home walking the dogs until you get bored.

dead tree in field

The tree in the field reminds me of running hounds for coons with my brother, we run hounds and generally end up lost chasing them through the woods into fields into barns all over the place. there really isnt much emotion that goes into it the tree just looks like alot of fields we ran through so its the first thing that pops into my mind.

Morning

I scramble out of bed after my alarm doesnt go off, check my computer for the time, rush to the bathroom brush my teeth grab some money out of my room, go to the kitchen and my dads making breakfast, he starts my jeep as i drink some orange juice comes back in and i grab some pop tarts crutches put my shoes on and skidadle out the door at 7:20 heading down king i realize im going to be late so i slow down and take my time, nothings on the radio so im bored out of my mind, pull up to school and the only parking spots available are in the very back or in the last row, its 7:35 and i mosey my way into the halls, crutch down to nutrition, make my pie crust and settle down to get ready for the day.

I Remember...

I remember going up north swimming in the lake, riding quads, sitting around the fire going to the amvets and playing on the tank playing horseshoes playing paintball riding snowmobiles playing darts hanging out with the neighbors playing tag, pplaying the skill claw machine, playing cards, swimming in the neighbors pool. i remember going to my friends house, swimming in the pond, going to the gym, sleeping all day staying up all night, playing football, boxing, wrestling, playing starcraft, playing diablo, playing warcraft. i remember playing n64 with my brothers friends, playing computer with my brother, jumping of roofs with my brother, playing tag in the cornfields with my brothers, sittin on the porch cooking burgers with my brother.

my comment on people

Zachary Lictawa said...
minus the cars quote and the birdman/wayne quote nice poem. creative and straightforward at the same time. PS: I want a championship ring :'(

FULL MOON ME

I am a green sphere,

i go with the flow.

When i hear negative things,

i shrug them off,

and continue to roll.

ive got a goal,

within my reach.

Im on the path,

nearly there.

When I reach the end,

my life will start,

until then ill end this poem.

180 poem poem

There’s nothing that I really want:

The stars tonight are rich and cold

Above my house that vaguely broods

Upon a path soon lost in dark.
My dinner plate is chipped all round(It tells me that I’ve changed a lot);

My glass is cracked all down one side(It shows there is a path for me).
My hands—I rest my head on them.

My eyes—I rest my mind on them.

There’s nothing that I really need

Before I set out on that path.

I like this poem because it relates basically to all high school seniors. How much you've changed, how far you've come and how much further you have to go.

blog title thing

The past few months have been going pretty bad because of what I did to my foot, other then that, life is going pretty good.