zina_zoo

Art is not what I create. What I create, is chaos.

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  • zina_zoo 2d

    A little bit

    A little bit lost,
    a little bit found,
    half of me floating
    and half of me is drowned.
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  • zina_zoo 2d

    Meant for me

    These words
    may be about you
    but they're not meant
    for you,
    the one they're meant for,
    is me.
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  • zina_zoo 2d

    Without you I feel incomple
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  • zina_zoo 2d

    Less is mo
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  • zina_zoo 2d

    My memory is a train

    My memory is a train
    and you are a station.
    The station.
    Now and forever.
    These pretty snowflakes
    are me missing you,
    and as long as it snows -and
    it will always snow, somehow I know-
    this train won't move on.
    ©zina_zoo

  • zina_zoo 4d

    He who acts

    He who acts
    for the audience
    will never be in a play
    and he who acts
    for the play
    will always have an audience.

  • zina_zoo 5d

    Pretend to like

    I pretend to like you,
    you pretend to like me
    and we both pretend
    to like ourselves
    and this life
    we're supposedly living.
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  • zina_zoo 1w

    Impatient

    Impatient
    for leaving this life
    so soon
    or patient
    for putting up with it
    for so long?
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  • zina_zoo 1w

    The unheard

    It's time.
    I can almost hear
    my heartbeat silencing,
    my breath stopping.
    I can almost hear the
    unheard.
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  • zina_zoo 1w

    Broken parts

    May one day
    someone hugs you so tight
    all your broken parts
    stick back together
    again.
    ©zina_zoo