Silent Zee

Silent Zee Nov 2013

I sit on my couch, look to my right,
ruffles from your feet get caught in sunlight.
I look to my couch and think I don't care,
but I just can't stand that you're not there.

I get in my car, I pull away slow,
empty CD cases where the passengers go.
I drive as I do, and see what I see,
but I just can't stand that you're not next to me.

I look at my bed, not touched since the morn,
it cries out with imprints of bodies held and worn.
I look at the pillows, see some of your hair,
and remember how much I wish you were there.

I look at my side; my shoulder, my hand,
cry lightly that they're all alone once again.
Whether it's been one hour, or an entire year,
I'll never get over how you aren't here...

Silent Zee Oct 2013

Sense of touch

I run my hand along your face,
I lose my troubles, my thoughts that race

I kiss your head to make you smile,
and all the pain leaves for a while

I rub my fingers down your arm,
mutually under each others charm

I hold my lips unto your own,
I find a comfort, I find a home

I hold my gaze unto your eyes,
no more sunset, only sunrise

I hold my body against yours, dear
I want you here...
*I need you here...

Silent Zee Mar 2013

The American Flag

The American Flag, though left unfurled,
strains against its own pole, curled
taut, obscured, unrecognizably meek,
blown off course by the very wind it seeks.
Wrapped so tight around a pole
which promised to let it fly, whole
and unhindered, as a sign to all,
but has worked against it in this squall.
The very freedom it believed to gain
has shown only to be false and vain.

A very particular metaphor that came to mind the other day, as I saw our nation's flag struggling to flutter after being wrapped around its own pole from the wind and rain. It was near pathetic, and brought to mind many allegories and such....

Silent Zee Mar 2013

High Standards

Follow the ladder on my arm,
I made it myself.

I use it to put my hopes
out of reach on a shelf.

The higher I put them,
the more rungs I add...
the higher I put them,
the more I am sad...

Follow the ladder on my arm,
it's here to stay.

Come with me,
if you may...

Silent Zee Feb 2013

Train of Thought

I have a ticket
on the train of thought,
leaving 0810, platform 4, Logic Station,
heading to the
Farthest Possible Conclusion.
I hope it doesn't derail.

Silent Zee Jan 2013

Tin Man

My drum is hollow; there is no beat.
Only the winds of change blow against it,
in bitter mockery of the lush resonance
it will never achieve.

Silent Zee Jan 2013

Return to sender.

When I asked you
to return my love,
I expected
your open arms. Not
a brown package
of all that we had.