a drop was falling on my skin
my skin was dry too dry you see...

I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...

God sees the heart of man
like an emptied jar of glass...

I Wanna be gone where humility
And humbleness exists...

First, I was a can of soda,
bubbly and sweet...

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

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

Should I compose a sonnet just for you?
You are a judge who's tired of reading them...

Our love were weeds just growing strong with time
in fields that people often dare not walked...

May the people see the light in your eyes,
How much they illuminate our hearts...

I have written poems on a notepad
not on a piece of paper. I use a keyboard...

I have not repeated myself as much as before...
When I wrote, the repetition seemed to repeat...