On Christmas times, the stores become like church:
Too crowded, full of prayers, and of songs...

Bouncing like a ball
on hallway while mother shops...

Oh moon, full with pride,
Strolling through the sky at night...

I never imagine that some kind of physical pain
could make me feel like an old turtle...

You were fire? No, you were water.
And in you, I dove...

Words, they are just letters,
and letters are just points...

Because Ben wrote a sonnet like a pro,
I have no option but to write one too...

My poems
like the moon...

...

Everlasting ( F P C D )
9:51 am on Mar 3, 2015...

Life is like a balloon
inflating...

May this day be for you like poetry;
Raw not as meat but as rain . . . refreshing as...