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 see monsters in the park, impatiently cursing the sun missing the dark. I see paws digging beneath a stone. Tail wagging so happy to find his old bone. While his owner impatiently waits to make the drive back home. Advertisements
The ripples in my glass of water were my proof, There are little creatures that I can not see… There are small things, smaller than me! But here I stand on my kitchen floor so much bigger yet feeling so small.
In a dream I came to know Of what is above And what is below Of creatures dark and ones that glow And I heard the earth crying out to the sun: “burn them all, rid me of this plague.” Then I woke.
“He will save us, don’t you worry, loving and strong, the hero will return.” The priest found a way to calm the crowd So they stood still as their town burned to the ground “Will he rebuild my tree house father?” The boy wondered “He will make you a new one, a better one, in…
Born screaming, he did not choose this. Died screaming, he does not want it to end.
I have found the missing key, but where’s the door? I have found a key, I don’t know what for.
I am but one voice lost in many I shout when I can But I doubt that I am More than a voice in a world of plenty.