Oozezi
Oozezi Creative Collective
Who am I? I am a dream that refused to stay quiet. Not the dream they handed me but the one I…
The room learned stillness before I did, a held breath between four seamless walls. No door, only the whisper of plaster, the…
I speak for tongues the heavy earth has stilled, For names the wind has worn away to dust. Though every law and…
Cry, Thou Mother? Cry, thou Mother—why dost thou weep? What sorrow bends thy noble brow? How came thy songs to mournful sighs,…
Ha ha ha My laughter erupts from within, Celebrating another in a country that has forgotten its own definition. Our teachers…
We live in a sick world, and we’re all patients. How disappointing! we tend other people’s wounds while we bleed from ours.…
The Beautiful Things That Nature Provides May your happiness never be chained To treasures that glitter and fade; For if your joy…
Our Moral Failure before the People We Most Despise Life is a ledger of moments and men, Of crossings and echoes remembered…
“Echoes from the Grave” When earthquakes rumble and thunder strikes, An echo resounds from beyond the grave. Only the innocent hear the…
I have written, I write and I will write. Not just empty words that carry no weight, But words that tell the…