O-EZ writes with the urgency of performance and the intimacy of the page—600 handwritten poems and three poetry books that hold the pulse of his journey. This space shares a portion of the collection, curated for readers who feel language as a living instrument.
Consider this a whispered invitation—take what resonates, and leave with something that stays.
Handwritten corpus
600
Handwritten poems
3
Poetry books written
Curated
Selections shared here
Each entry is a fragment of stage light, journal ink, and late-night cadence—preserved for those who read with their whole body.
Written & Performed by: O-EZ (Oscar Enrique Zapata)
Official audio recording: May 14, 2026 @ 11:12 PM EST
© 2026 O-EZ. All Rights Reserved. This material is protected under U.S. Copyright Law. Unauthorized duplication, AI model training, or vocal scraping is strictly prohibited.
[Intro]
(Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, soft kick drum)
Yo. Yo. You know who this is. Poetic Lyricist. O-EZ.
[Chorus 1]
(Melodic male vocals with heavy reverb)
Don’t leave me alone, ’cause I don’t want to be left in this place. Don’t leave me alone, ’cause I don’t want to be left in this place. Don’t leave me alone, ’cause I don’t want to be left in this place. Don’t leave me alone, ’cause I don’t want to be left in this place.
[Verse 1]
(Rap vocals enter, dry production)
Uh-huh, uh-huh. Uh. Yo, freaky-freaky, don’t leave me alone to go home by myself in this dome. And I don’t know how it’s owned, so please, I beg you, don’t leave me alone. Don’t let me go home… in this place without the drone, without the light of your eyes as shown, without the growth of my life grown, without the loan, without the prone. Don’t, don’t, don’t let me go home. Don’t let me be “’lone,” don’t let me be home, don’t let me be alone in this lonely-ass zone. Just give me, give me, give me the time to just take it in and just be that Barbie pin. Just take it and be, for one time. And I’m telling you, don’t let me be alone, ’cause I don’t want to go home alone.
[Chorus 2]
(Melodic vocals return)
(Bass guitar becomes more prominent)
And take my hand, and take me. Just take that hand, ’cause I don’t want to be left in this place. Please take my hand and go, and go with me to space. Please, please, please, take— take my hand and take me with you, because I don’t want to be here without you. I don’t want to be in this place alone. Please take me with you. I don’t want to be here alone without you. I want to go home with you. I don’t want to be in this place without you. Don’t Let Me Be Alone
[Outro]
(Melodic male vocals with heavy reverb)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, everybody just leave. Ooh, ooh, ooh, everybody knows I want to be with you. Ooh, you left me alone in the middle of the sea. You left me all alone on that boat, shining with me. You left me with the stars, with the moon in the sky, alone in the dark. You left me alone (uh), with the stars in the skies, all— You left me gone; you let the boat just sail into the dark sea. Left, left, left, left, left, left, left (uh), alone. You left me alone. And you know who it is—your Poetic Lyricist, O-EEEE-ZEEEE. Alone.
Writing philosophy
O-EZ writes to hold the pulse of humanity — the unspoken ache, the soft mercy, the hard-earned joy. Each line is a bridge between soul and sound, a vow to keep expression honest, intimate, and alive.
Handwritten poetry slows time, allowing truth to surface with intention. The ink carries memory, the rhythm of a breath, and the humility of revision. Every verse is crafted by hand to honor the spirit inside the words — to protect the humanity that lives between each pause.
“I treat every poem as a ceremony — a living record of soul, memory, and rhythm.”
— O-EZ
3
Poetry books written
Three books shaped by quiet discipline, guided by memory and honest confession.
Legacy in progress
The legacy continues through handwritten poetry — each new page a spiritual archive of truth, rhythm, and soul.
Reader & Listener Response
These responses reflect the way O-EZ’s poetry lands: intimate as handwriting, resonant as a spoken chorus, and precise enough to be remembered verbatim.
“Every line feels handwritten, like he’s speaking directly to the reader. It’s tender without being soft, brave without being loud.”
“When he performs, the room breathes with him. The cadence turns the poem into a heartbeat you can feel.”
“It’s rare to hear poetry that feels both literary and alive. His work sits in the margins and the air at the same time.”
“The poems stay with you. Even days later, there’s a line that rises in your mind like a refrain.”
“There’s a quiet power in the way he holds space. The words are spare, but the emotion is expansive.”
This page offers a curated glimpse into a handwritten collection of 600 poems. Below are the most requested details about readings, books, and literary collaboration.
