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
I am the universe disguised as a human I am the seed turning into a tree I am the stars that you can not fathom I am the idea you refused to believe I am potential waiting to happen And all things that proceed I am your mother and your children I am everything you…
I’m just a reflection of the thing possessing me Of a soul entrapped in a tower without a key Forgive it, it has forgotten what was and where it used to be A god reduced to a human Falling by choice just to see The happiness after the sadness And the naivety of thinking it’s…
“He’s… He’s like grandma’s chicken”