A tattoo
Of a name I used to know
Of hot summers
And dancing in the snow
A tattoo of what I long to remember
Lines on my hands
That remind me of December
And July
Reasons why
I wrote it once
A life time ago
Secrets I long to know
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee
Home
There’s a corner so small
That fit me perfectly
In my childhood home
Where I loved to be
There’s a smell
Of what?
I can no longer tell
But it comforted me
There are places that I know
I’ll never again see
Circumstances
That I wished have gone differently
There are pieces scattered
Along the Mediterranean sea
Pieces of me
Still stuck in a small corner
Of a childhood home
Where life played out
Perfectly
Birth
Can you feel it
A circle completing itself
Through you
Through the generations
You’re the shooting star
The one that spiralled far
Reaching the infinity
That they always talked about
But never realized
You’re the continuation
Of many generations
You are
A scroll
A story told
A never ending beginning
You’re millions of tales spinning
But you’re only a day old
In this universal hold
We can’t wait for the stories
You’ll be telling
Silence
I stretched out my dusty wings
Shedding thousands of years
Away
Breaking the silence of my peers
Turning our dark tears
To fire
Reigniting an ancient flame
Reminding the world of our name
As I flew higher
I could no longer deny my true desire
I was born
For this rebirth
Born to inspire
Day Dream
The sight of green leaves gives me joy
The wind wrestling the trees fills my soul
And I think of the forests burning
Of droughts
Of how I found my way out
Of struggles and overcoming
Of never truly knowing
The unpromised tomorrow
Of the challenges of living with true sorrow
Of being another
Of being lost forever
Of having no hope
Of the bliss that comes
When a rain drop
Finds its way to my sands
Happiness the flowers must feel
In a spring dance
Then my wifi gets connected
And I forget thoughts I thought I could think
Aphotic World
She was a light that glowed
In a dark aphotic world
Beam piercing with light
Disturbing the inhabitants
Pushing away the night
Making the creatures too uneasy to stay
Banishing the darkness away
She was named
Love
Surreal
I thought it magical
Surreal
That the night sky
Be filled with steal
And change to day
Flash after flash
Of the bombs falling my way
I thought it a beautiful end
To an uneventful beginning
The 13 year old is no longer begging
To stay alive
Maelstrom
I think I was lost
In a maelstrom
When our eyes met
I didn’t even notice you
So I missed out then
On what we have now
Now that I’m no longer lost
Fig Tree
The fig tree by the house with no backyard
Always welcomed me
It was comforting and warm
Teaching me
A child I was
Not knowing death nor life
It taught me eternity
The fig tree in my grandmother’s house
Will always live within me
Forget
I wondered if he’d forgotten
As we fell from the sky
As our form touched the sands
And our being materialized
I wondered if I too will forget
The reason I chose this body
Will I soon regret
The heaviness it brings
As gravity sinks
It’s teeth into my bones
Then I blinked twice
And I remembered
Nothing
After my first cry
