Zoe : Writing

Lost friends filtered and fragmented under trees

Lost friends filtered and fragmented under trees

A Poem by Zoe


This is by myself and Ivy Torres, the writerscafe queenbee :)
facing east

facing east

A Poem by Zoe


we spin in circles to shake off dust sifting through raw feeling and unknown things i breathe fog onto a window and see how many of my thoughts dis..
I & II

I & II

A Poem by Zoe


I I watch myself learning “life skills.” That’s what my therapist calls them. These need to know tools that prepare you for the &..
our paths

our paths

A Poem by Zoe


Spherical accommodation with lace ups, mutter thanks they drag behind me on the pavement More mutter stale breath my audience applauds me I dreamt ..
for sometimes we give reminders

for sometimes we give reminders

A Poem by Zoe


turns out that intelligence need not review seventeen syllable words belittle any adolescent angst and the question we dull wittedly repeat? why?..
aha moment!

aha moment!

A Poem by Zoe


When I look at you I don’t care about my split ends. pepto bismol mush that would usually make me gag A year ago spinning arcs circumference ..
nothing is ever finished

nothing is ever finished

A Poem by Zoe


free write
another

another

A Poem by Zoe


even with my repeated quest to convince myself that i have no regrets i have come to the conclusion along with everyone else that a second chance woul..
smoke signals

smoke signals

A Poem by Zoe


smoke is the breath of our lungs and has the rhythm of the earth twisting into the words of our lost making the sting of our nostrils the mo..
oh shite, i think i mighte...

oh shite, i think i mighte...

A Poem by Zoe


my first rap