I'll never be a pillow under your head,
easing you to sleep at night, right mother...

We wander through the night
wearing nothing but our pride...

Oh God, I'm like a kitten at heart,
I prey at lonely souls, but really, I just want to...

If your definition of a poet is someone
who can make you relate and make you feel...

All I ever asked, was for a little portion of...
you know that glass of milk in the counter top...

It's just a mess, a mess, my mom complains.
Why can't you have it organize, cleaned...

And to think that I used to write everyday,
And now, I just write every other time...

Please, turn the candles on and pray.
Today at recess, I was mad...

If I just knew that God does not exist
And that once Death comes to approach us all...

God if by chance, I were to forget about you
Please, do come. Knock onto my door...

Oh heavens high, where are you now?
I searched for you within the clouds...

If only I could write a sonnet, sigh
perhaps, my thoughts could get well organized...