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

My sadness is just like water
it evaporates but then it condensates...

I've written poems about love and hate
so many poems that my mind lost count...

This journey of words that my fingers trek,
it's something more than just a trip, I take...

Dear reader,
eons ago, I used to sing...

There's no quietude
everywhere I turn to...

Because we fell in love like two whites doves
Just falling slowly and deeply in love...

Jesus Christ,
You are like the sun rising amongst the mountains...

I was like a chocolate box under your desk;
Hidden for everyone else, except for you...

A mighty sword of steel
swashed on air...

In the silence of a chapel, I prayed
for you to hear me...

At twenty four,
I still don't need alcohol...