Write gently, miserably
some hollow poems of...

Precociously; I have approached
unsecured gates of a darker world...

Father,
have I disregarded my childhood...

His compassion, like an old tree
strangles my sentiments with its...

Be you a world I fear to be a part of
or a romantic song I am afraid to love...

Tomorrow sounds like forever
and near seems so far away...

A blade of yellow grass
a bar of black chocolate...

My eyes can no longer embrace
staring at the vividness of this...

I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...

If I could be an arrogant wave
to wash your face off my way...

A natural fluctuation
in the air...

If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction...