She plucked petals
one by one...

I hate blaming others for my actions
For it is I and only I who is to be blamed for...

I enjoy hiding in the shadows
Though the sun is always watching over me...

In this 32 degree fahrenheit
alley of life...

Forget it while you can
Don’t trouble your mind man...

a yellow flower
at the edge of a mountain...

On one hell of a morning, when the lair of an evil...
“Mr. J...

Poetry,
I hear you every time my heart beats...

You know,
every kid knows or has an idea...

there’s always a first time for everything
every morning, i open my eyes for the first time...

for every lie,
I place a pillow between us...

Dear,
you are like old gunpowder...