Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
I birthed it, The story that I wrote Out of a dream I had Of me laying on a little boat Soon I woke with vague memory Thoughts I could not define What was I doing on a boat on that dream of mine Advertisements
I think it was lost But no one really knew So no one ever searched For what can’t be proved Numbers and charts that say nothing at all Misleading us to think that the truth isn’t far It was written somewhere, but where… I forget The bible must’ve had it, but it failed to translate
She was a child Happy with no cares Explosions sounded close But she had no fears She was a child No stress yet learned And so she saw fireworks As her world burned. She was… Me
I made a short video of my poem “Answers” I hope you enjoy.
She is not lost She just hasn’t found her destination Locked in a cage But freed by her imagination
A scent that takes me back Images that fade to black Things I almost remember Candles burning red Ideas in my head That make me wonder Was it a dream I had Or a book I read Or childhood memories of December I miss it all so much My grandmother’s touch Then I forget everything…
She wears a mask Unashamed Not because she’s ugly Not because she’s afraid Behind the mask she can safely hide She knows they don’t care to know the colors inside Truths can’t be untold Here she lays with a different mask to hold