The end of love
shouldn't linger ever so long...

Make-up
disguises spots...

Yesterday, the wind had many voices-
ones that got carried away...

Maybe you complement me,
the way some stars appear tossed to the sky like...

I am offended
by your metaphors...

The moon shows herself to the window
and shines a soft glimmer of light...

I never wanted anything irrational
until your jewels tickled my tongue...

I miss you
and my poetry has suffered immensely...

God showers mankind
drenching our tart budded tongues...

I'm aware of the voices tonight
and I can feel the monsters glare...

Scribbling...

Mother nature, a very kind friend of mine.
She once came to me and said...