Zoe Mae

Zoe Mae Apr 2022

Between

Tired of hiding
I'm sick from the drafts
Time to go outside
Taste sunshine and laugh
Had enough of erasing
I keep murdering words
Time to release them
So they'll soar with the birds
And if no earthling likes them
If no one shows love
It's their apathy that's the problem
Not what I'm made of
My past may not be pretty
My future unseen
Because I come from where I'm going
And I'm lost somewhere between

#life #write

Zoe Mae Feb 2022

just the Moon

Sometimes the Moon is just
the Moon
Stars simply stars
They're just reliable objects
They just are
And birds are just birds
They're pretty
They fly
Often words are just words
They're witty
They lie
And colors are just granted
Sort of like you and I
Until each pretty petal
just withers and dies

#uninspired #unappreciative

Zoe Mae Feb 2022

Faster than you

I will get nowhere faster than you
Just look at the yellow lights I'm blowing through
Yes, for a moment it seems you have the edge
But you drive with your heart instead of your head
I saw that no u-turn coming for miles
You cut me off, and I was all smiles
In reality we both have nowhere to get to
But I'm gonna get there faster than you

#bad #drivers #traffic #life #double #meaning

Zoe Mae Feb 2022

Love Trance

Streetlight
Or spotlight
Let's dance
This night

Mosquitos
Or maestro
We can
Disco

Cha Cha?
Oh, na na
I'd rather
Lambada

Slow dance?
Oh, no chance
It's simply
A love trance

Realize Hello Poetry made this public before I wanted it to. Anyone who has to see it again, just ignore it like most people do.

#love #dance #laugh

Zoe Mae Feb 2022

Pretty things

Pretty things fare well
Everyone loves pretty things
Pretty flowers, pretty houses, pretty faces
We don't visit ugly places
The under belly, the blood, the snot
Perhaps ugly things are best forgot
Pretty, it fades if we see it each day
Fresh eyes wouldn't focus on the magnitude of decay
But the slight beauty that grows around
Well, that would be found right away

#write

Zoe Mae Feb 2022

Stolen Light

The Moon has had her fill this night
Her belly swollen with stolen light
Seems as though she's swallowed the Sun
Her descent into madness merely begun
Now we have neither night nor day
Just a never-ending melancholy cycle of gray

#gray #days #life #write