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)
He left little pieces behind God A seed that grew from inside And the tree (You and me) Forgot The wider view Advertisements
Did you ? Find your way through the jungle’s mist The fog rupturing the soul you called your own…
Maybe it was the lack of throne that made him uneasy He sat on an elevated chair Screaming at his subjects Feed me Alas the king was a child
Digging Nails full of dirt Trying to find a magic spell That was lost Losing my sanity Despising gravity Then I remember I wrote the spell once before I can rewrite it once more! . . Image Credit Here
Somehow You forgot how to fly You believed it was a childish lie And you buried your wings apart from your heart
Part 1 The Journey The ghost floated away from the body. The soul, she decided to go the other way. As their person had his fill of oxygen and experiences on this realm. Ghost wandered seeing this old town a new. “I’ve never seen this mountain or those trees before.” Thought Ghost to himself. Colors…
You scream out and they forget why You awake and start to cry -Oh this earth, I longed to view Oh this earth, has room for but a few And I was chosen And after the choice I was frozen For hearing my new voice So let me scream a moment or two For soon…