Outside my house, a kitten plays.
It chases birds throughout the days...

I thought the fountain of my tears
had gone dry a year ago...

The sun does shine when there are no clouds in...
Yet whose to say that the sun does not shine as...

Why must I write using imagery?
Should I paint words as if those words...

Inside of this huge mug I call my world
I am the size of a small bug...

To fall asleep in the bed of your arms,
with your chest pillowing my dreams...

Let’s start again
by writing a poem a day...

My sleep abandoned me
when being awake hugged me tightly...

The ocean
waves hello's...

Just like today or tomorrow, I know
I will be yet I'll never be...

There's this thing called the ego,
It likes sitting on the passanger seat...

Have skies been pouring cold upon my soul?
They rain and rain, with winds not weak nor strong...