The Poet
The poet's heart, by loneliness consumed...

Lo! The labyrinthine loneliness prevails
As an absurd allusion to discord...

Winter
Colourless skies...

Meditation: Sonnet
In dark he stands, and asks about the unknown...

Thus Time will cry this everlasting pain,
The cruelest pain of all, the one of love...

If as they say, our souls are reflected in our...
why are your eyes, instead of lovely and blue, not...

I.
I love you...

My love for thee, is like the love that grows as...
My love for thee shines like the Sun and Moons of...

'Tis all a greater lie, a futile lie,
A fabricated lie that obfuscates the weakest...

Upon the chords of dissonance,
Where all that exists is mere ignorance...

Lagrima
If only a tear I could be...

In London lived a lonely man named Jack,
whose eyes were painted gracefully with black...