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)
Did you ? Find your way through the jungle’s mist The fog rupturing the soul you called your own…
The story did not have a beginning For it was always a continuation Of another’s end
It’s not an easy fix Not to be me It’s not a simple change From what you can see For I have only been “me” and I don’t know what else to be So if my smile offends you or My body disgust you Then there’s nothing I can say For I am ME And…
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…
Amazing teacher and writer The Will (Self-Discipline) – http://wp.me/p7ncYE-1w
She is not lost She just hasn’t found her destination Locked in a cage But freed by her imagination
She wears a mask Unashamed Not because she’s ugly Not because she’s afraid Behind the mask she can safely hide She knows they don’t care to know the colors inside Truths can’t be untold Here she lays with a different mask to hold