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)
She reveals pieces of herself, every now and then On reflective surfaces when light is not too dim Sun shines through the shattered window… Advertisements
I’ve been cursed since birth Of knowing the truth I see a smile and it makes me ache
For a moment, much too short I discovered the truth that can’t be told Then as I woke It was all forgotten once more
“He’s… He’s like grandma’s chicken”
I am jealous of the screaming child At the DMV line His voice matching our frustration And his anger is much like mine But the years taught me to hide it So I hide who I am And he wonders why I fake it When I was schooled to lie
I stop to wonder why And what is behind the “I” Face that I came to recognize Stories built on lies Then the waiter brings my drink And I forget that I ever questioned the I
I find no comfort in the facts you give The numbers of people dying While some refuse to live Adventures never taken By free people, or so they say Money is the reason In these offices we stay