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
Did you ? Find your way through the jungle’s mist The fog rupturing the soul you called your own…
Here lies a dream In papers drowned by ink Things, even if you steel, you can never take away from me Land I forget, before I remember Places where I used to belong Earth that smelled much like I There I lay And awake I see There can be another me Immigrant in this earth…
The creature crawled out of her book And the painting stepped out of the frame
They led me behind a broken barn They showed me all the things they have done Creatures that looked like smoke