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 swallowed the smoke and the bombs away She exploded turning to shards that day Baghdad I’m sorry for the burden you had to carry Souls exploding and emploding that you bury They don’t know the beauty that you used to be The singing and dancing in your streets The way the ground felt so…
I have traveled far, escaped a war, and made a new life The words in my head need to be said… or at least written down somewhere I find comfort in colored pens and blank papers If you’re reading this, I thank you for your curiosity Lets’ inspire each other
You don’t remember falling But you must’ve fallen… reasons why you were born crying You forget what you’ve forgotten You think they’ll think you’re insane When you deny your new name So you shut out what you remember A haze of a spirit entering a body Energizing this entity Your secret is safe Even you…
There was a shift in consciousness A change in view The monster was a man Holding a gun at you You were the duck that landed Trusting when you should’ve flew Now you are back to your body Not knowing what to do Maybe I am the monster and the victim Or just consciousness floating…
He said he’ll hold my hand But here I am, falling on my own Oceans deep or sands I don’t think he’ll notice what’s wrong
I will find you a way out (He promised) I will find another way This cruel life is not what was promised This cruel life is not where I plan to stay Soul trapped in a body Forgetting it’s purpose and its “why” Spirit overtaken by a television screen Forgetting how to fly
I lost it, somewhere Between parking lots Traffic lights And TV screens That magic I used to see, unaided . . image credit HERE