Oh Wind!
i am just a twig...

There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...

On an Sunday morning, when the crisp fall air...
"Such were the days when once the memories of...

Poetry
By writing you...

once,
i was a balloon...

Are you a thorn or are you not?
You sting my stress away with just a touch...

If I were to fall in your arms
hold me tight, alright...

Today, I'll write just to write like I often do
with my eyes close and my fingers on the keyboard...

So far the waters of my life became somewhat...
But lately, they sway from side to side...

When you are not near,
I miss you as much as I miss the clouds on a...

people turn pale blue
when a guy at the register...

I won’t break.
I’m not a stick...