There are mood swings in the weather
one day it's sunny...

The grey clouds
hang...

My favorite place
in this world...

Don't worry about the why
worry about the how...

Oh, sweet rose, don't you know
that someday you are destined to die...

Maybe
you're the puzzle piece...

I'm choking
on the words you said...

I write poems about angel wings
and all the loveliest...

Water absorbs and dissipates, absorbed into rotten...
Every abstract thought swirls in the light of...

Dark sky bleeds onto the horizon,
dripping from bruises of clouds...

I'm staring at the blank screen,
it's got white and peach; it's pale...

Lights flicker on a highway drag,
luminescent white strips flashing by...