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 wondered who he was As I passed his broken car As I witnessed his blood freed from his body And the army sounding from afar Was he a bomber, choosing to die? Was he a fool that did not check his car? Then I ran, Late for my midterm exam … And till this…
He said he’ll hold my hand But here I am, falling on my own Oceans deep or sands I don’t think he’ll notice what’s wrong
Don’t try to save her She is singing in her head Trapping the thoughts you said Turning them to something beautiful instead Don’t try to pull her away from the heaven that you call hell For you don’t know in which hole your beauty fell
You seem so sure That there’s nothing you can do That the stars’ position Tell you visions that are true You seem so sure of how unsure our future is Of how we’ll fight in a war that no one wins And although we know We still try Oh history why Why do you keep…