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)
She cries about the things She’s yet to obtain But she forgets the things Her life contains Possessions left untouched . . Image credit HERE Advertisements
Somehow I knew I will find away Somehow I knew tomorrow will be a better day
He said he hated himself Then he realized The self he hates And the self doing the hating Are separate entities So he killed what he hated Whilst living … Inspired by Eckhart Tolle
Tomorrow comes Disguised as Today And so I never know when to start What I promised Tomorrow
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
They told me to start over But I’ve only begun They said to change my course That I am not the one Yet I stand High above the ground I stand and I will not back down . . Image credit HERE
There’s so much more to you than you know