This I Know For Sure

Looking back on a life so short
But so much has changed
At least I can say
I’ve enjoyed the road so far

Before
Every day was the same
Small changes
But it was all very much the same

Today
Most days are the same
More worry and less fun
I start to turn around

Tomorrow
Could be the same
But I know one thing
I know one thing for certain

It won’t be like before
This I know for sure

Lifetime Friends – A Short Poem

Lifetime friends
Never ceasing
Never ending
But today I saw the closing chapter
Of my book called Adolescence
Today I saw the beginning of the next book
It was called Adulthood
My friends were replaced with strangers
This is the feeling
My childhood ending in a fitful sleep
This is it
The writer will write his epilogue
And then – The End

Thanks – Zac

What Inspires You? (A Story of My Friend)

What inspires you to write? What hits your bones and your blood pump and make you want open up the word document or a blank page and write?
I’ve asked why do you write before, but now I’m asking what inspires you?
Religion? Love of any sort? Nostalgia? Or maybe just a creative edge that needs to be let out.
I write in a mix of all of them. Besides the fact that I just enjoy writing, I do it because I have things to say.
I do it because I want to portray a message of _____ to people.
I think all writers can say that statement. But the question is – what fills that blank?
Maybe it’s hope. Maybe it’s despair and everything in between.
My answer would certainly never be just to write an action book. I’m not hammering on people who write those, it’s just not for me. Anything I ever write is either a release for me in some way, or it’s something I want people to read.
People sometimes, well, oftentimes mention that my books are very sad and depressing but that’s because they miss the mark. Take the main character of my 2012 novel, Landon. He was in high school and had cancer. When they were done reading it, they told me it was a very sad book but I disagreed with them. My message was hope; not to write a book for the sake of being sad, unlike another absurdly famous book regarding teenage cancer… but we won’t get into that now.
My message of hope was if your time was rapidly coming to an end, how would you spend your time? What’s worth your thoughts? Words? Everything suddenly matters a whole lot more than it did before.
It’s nostalgia. A very good friend of mine died of cancer in 2011. And like my book, the outlook was grim. It didn’t stop him from becoming a man I could look up to because even in the face of death, he shone a bright light for everyone to see. He found the secret we all search for. It was true happiness with his life, from his wife to his friends; it was truth.
When my fingers hit the keyboard, they wrote about what was inside my heart. Nostalgia of my friend. I saw truth, and I had to write it.

So what inspires you? Is it something specific or something abstract?

Trust In Doubt

I wrote a poem I while back about all the doubts I was having in life.  Thought I’d share it with you lovely readers, have any of you written a mellow/sad poem? Let’s hear it!

Trust in Doubt
I’ll try not to curse
But I do it anyway

I try to bring honor to your name
But I pile the dirt on your gravestone

Each day past
I take into account

Another day gone
Another day closer

The fears of death and dying
Follow me daily

Gaining a new sense of living
I found myself still wasting time

I don’t count myself blessed
I don’t count myself cursed

I take in
I ask questions but hear nothing in return

The doubt leaves me
But could it be worse when it’s gone?

I saw that next chapter in my life
I want it so badly

But the characters that played my friends
Are replaced with strangers

I see it all coming apart at the seams
All that’s left is doubt

Thanks everyone and remember, 
All writers are a part of a family striving to find the question marks in their head and make them coherent words on a page. I’d love to hear from you.

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Zac Zinn

Thanksgiving Without My Brother

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
I have a small story for you about why family is most important to me.

When I was growing up, my brother and I didn’t get along at all. Being seven years older than me also didn’t help either. He was into punk, I was into Backstreet Boys…I know…I know…
But it was a strained household at times and I could say to myself, I had a brother but also didn’t at the same time. There was no brotherhood there, no meaning behind it. Just someone who liked to boss me around.

Then comes a few years after he graduated high school. He’s going into the army. All of the sudden I felt like I was losing a brother that I kind of never had. We started hanging out, becoming friends and knowing each other. It helped that I dropped my whole boy band phase.

In the weeks leading up to his basic training departure, I had more of a brother in those weeks than I ever did my entire life.

Now here we are another six or seven years later, he’s deployed into God knows where, we’ll spend Thanksgiving away from each other.

But there’s just one thing that I’ll say: the army may have physically taken away my brother for long periods of time,  but without it,  I may have never found him at all.

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Happy Thanksgiving
Miss you bro