She, the drum
that keeps my heart beating...

I try to
slaughter me...

It came unannounced
the keystrokes betray...

What is inside sadness?
hopelessness, despair...

Ah she was never quiet
Always shouting in what was the sanctuary of my...

Brilliant I say, but on second thoughts, nay
I was hoping to keep my skeletons lock in my...

The Poetry of the wounded soldier
I was watching the red skies, the red skies...

I cannot create vultures that eat
flowers in a blood love Monday...

Dear child,
I wrote you before you were written...

Who i am is what i write
ink of black on paper white...

Day1:
walking on the street head down...

The moon red and the night green
someone said that vultures sing...