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)
Smell of a morning breeze Is all I need Somedays To sweep me back To my old place Home Or so I called it Is where fairies and elves Gathered To keep me safe To ward off evil To get me to this morning breeze To days like these I think of thanking them Those…
And I wish I can But my skin, my color, shows God’s plans I can never forget the wars you caused The “Oh lookout, might be a terrorist” thoughts Two buildings And MILLIONS of casualties of war One plane that begun it all . . Image Credit HERE
I’m alive she said But why? He wondered I’m alive she said But how? They wondered But she never wondered She knew She will make it through . . Image Credit HERE
Shadows to a light I can’t find The soldier standing I stood behind A metal door Bullet holes in the wall Of my grandma’s house Simpler time When I wished I knew How to say hello Without getting shot . . Image Credit HERE
I had wandered far And after all I found you The thing that was never missing The thing I refused to see The missing piece was just me . . Image Credit HERE
Enslaved Without knowing No shackles But we’re not going Here we stay Our tomorrows Much like today
On top of the world We stood Or so we thought On the dorm’s rooftops We slept Explosions lit the sky No thunder to fear Just man’s lightening growing near In time to get a shuteye [That’s my Baghdad in 2007]