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)
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. Advertisements
A thanks to Earth, Immigrant I thought I had left my home Here to a new place where I did not belong But as I saw the moon I did not feel so alone Comforted by what I knew, I stared into space The clouds looked familiar And between the cracks of grey sky…