The things you were dying for
Are the things you don’t want anymore
Author: strangerpaths
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee
Freedom
Wandering soul
Where do you wish to go
Who of all
Told you that you can do so?
Freedom is for fools
And so you chose to be free
Cut these ties away from me
New Paths
They say there are no boundaries
At the bounds of imagination
But all they can see
Is that path that was already taken
Fools
Our dreams were so big
They thought us fools
Our path was so new
For their old tools
Yet we pave a foot after another
And we create new dreams for others
To follow
For they think their dreams are too big to come true
You Are The Savior
My pieces that gathered to make me
Often say
Help us to help you through another day
…
Never give up!
Filters
Soon the picture will be so misleading
That you won’t recognize it was you
Make Magic| Short Poem
Digging
Nails full of dirt
Trying to find a magic spell
That was lost
Losing my sanity
Despising gravity
Then I remember
I wrote the spell once before
I can rewrite it once more!
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Dare!
Reality v.s. Dream
One you dared one you did not
The Ant
The ant circled my empty plate, hopeful
He moved with purpose
But I
Sitting high
Can see the desert he is yet to discover
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I wondered how I looked to God
Or a being much bigger than myself
Then I washed the ant away
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Image credit HERE
Lost and Found |Short Poem
Somehow
You forgot how to fly
You believed it was a childish lie
And you buried your wings apart from your heart
Stranger Paths 