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)
[Draft 7/2013] I was determined that it was O.K. that the government was making a big deal out of nothing. Like the tornado sirens that were never followed by a tornado, flood warnings, and ‘terrorist attacks’ that never manifested. I had a test the next week. It was finals week. I went to the corner…
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 found the magic Hidden Underneath a rock I found the pieces The big bang had left Scattered in my hair And I knew then I was as old as this universe And as young as I liked to believe I was . . . image credit HERE
The vines gave way As if they were welcoming me And the trees danced with glee The vibrations of the ground synchronized with my own And I knew then I was finally home . . . Image credit HERE
He asked for forgiveness For crimes he’s yet to commit For the falling angels, and the apple they ate
They made sure that her new glasses blocked the rays she used to see That the magic that distracted her as a child, can no longer be And so she saw the red, yellow, and green lights But