If only us humans realized
that our hands hold the pens...

If tomorrow comes Poetry
like she did today...

Dear
if you want fame...

Poetry
If you were a river, I’d like to immerse in your...

I am a thorn
Ingrown in my own heart...

a mountain
turns into...

I just heard the bang, and in minutes, it tumbled...
It flipped-flopped rocks over dust. Head first...

On a fence made of iron a man hung his boot
he was tall with a beard that had grown to his...

You see stars in eyes,
dark brown, elapsing into...

I've written poems for about four years.
And in the same amount of years...

With fingers
in my lower back, my spine...

One cloudy day,
I was about to drown...