Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...

my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey...

Oh What monstrous natural deformity are you...
Who with uttered words wallows me in seas of...

Kept silent...
acknowledging a bunny...

I am a plant, aren't I God?
I always seem to extend my faith...

Ever wonder
whether Everlasting exist...

May the sun! May the moon!
May the stars and the sea...

I try to stretch my thoughts
like mozzarella in a grill...

I have not written my thoughts.
I used to carry with myself a phone...

I think I’m okay, or perhaps, I am more than...
Who knows...

I bleed and bleed
from the bottom of my heart...

Because Ben wrote a sonnet like a pro,
I have no option but to write one too...